#'yeah it was fine I just stayed in my 18-bedroom house and swam in my olypmic-sized pool every day'

[fjeldmouse]

[eeveedel]

PLS WRITE SUMN W CHUBBY ALPHA HARRY.. MAAM.....

okayyyyy :) 

This is literally the most wild drabble I’ve ever written, I loved this idea and then on Twitter I got some food kink requests so here we are. 

Please be advised his fic contains adult content intended for 18+ audiences, as well as chubby/fat kink and sexual feeding. If that at all makes you uncomfortable or is triggering to you please don’t read. If you’re interested, then enjoy some unedited stupid boys, rushed and messy sex, and a dumb ending xo 

–

Pool parties were Louis’s favorite part of summer.

Aside from the chance it gave him to survive the summer heat wave by mooching off his much richer friend’s pool, parties like this also gave him an excuse to wear his dumbest swimsuits, like the palm-leaf covered Speedo he had chosen today. He loved nothing more than doing sloppy, half-remembered flips off the diving board and draping himself over one of Liam and Zayn’s stupid novelty pool floaties while he let the sun deepen his tan, all while letting as much of his body as possible be shown off in his tin swimwear.

Most of all, he liked doing all that while feeling his alpha’s gaze on him.

Louis shifted on the hot pink inflatable pool chair he had planted himself on, and looked at the side of the pool.

Harry had laid down in one of the poolside loungers, bone dry and drinking a beer while he watched Louis in the pool.

He looked fucking delicious. He always did, but something about the sight of Louis’s alpha in an old swimsuit, his round, soft belly flopping a little over the waistband, made him feel hot all over.

Louis should be used to his boyfriend’s body enough to not almost get a stiffy in public over it, and yet here they were. He had first met Harry over a year and a half ago, when Harry had spilled his rum and Cherry Coke all over Louis’s new white shirt at Niall’s annual Christmas party. Louis had cursed him out thoroughly before actually looking up and immediately going quiet at the gaze of a tall, warm-looking alpha in front of me. An alpha who also was sporting a sizable beer gut belly under a very old looking t-shirt, which made Louis’s chest warm up for some reason.

After gazing at his alpha for a few more moments, Louis rolled off the floatie and into the water. He swam over to the nearest pool ladder so he could climb out, and then once he was out of the pool he promptly flopped down on the lounge chair with Harry. Immediately, put his arms around the alpha’s middle and his chin on Harry’s shoulder, giving his round cheek a kiss.

“Hi, alpha,” Louis giggled, throwing a leg over Harry’s lap. Harry smiled at him, his sunglasses dipping down his nose so he could give Louis a full, bright green glance.

“Hey, baby,” he said, skimming his fingers over Louis’s dripping wet skin, “You want a towel?”

“No, I think I’ll air dry,” Louis said, “Mind if I stay here?”

Harry kissed the side of Louis’s head and squeezed his hip.

“Not at all.”

Louis smiled and snuggled into Harry’s shoulder, absentmindedly rubbing his hand over his alpha’s sun-warmed skin.

Zayn and Niall had taken up the loungers next to Harry’s own chair, both of them looking half-asleep and at least a little burned. A minute later, Liam emerged from the sliding glass door at the back of his grossly huge house to hand Zayn a beer and give the omega a kiss. Then he sat down on the last free lounger, lifting up a glass of clear liquid and lime rinds to his lips.

“Liam,” Niall said, “Is that tequila? At two in the afternoon?[if !supportLineBreakNewLine][endif]

Liam shrugged and nodded.

“Yup,” Liam said, “I’m cutting out glutton for the summer. No beer.”

“Fine, but tequila? Straight ass tequila?” Niall argued.

“It’s better than you think!”

Niall grunted at that, sliding his sunglasses up to rest in his sun-bleached hair.

“Whatever. You’re always on some weird fucking health kick. Last year you ate that weird cold salad out of a Ziploc bag all of June.”

“It’s called farro, and it did wonders to my bum, I’ll have you know.”

Liam took another sip of his tequila, and then smiled at all of them.

“You know, I’m thinking of do P90X again, too,” he announced, “I’m trying to start a little club to do it in the afternoons, make it easier.”

“P90X?” Niall repeated, “The fuck is this, 2009?”

“Fuck off, it’s still effective,” Liam scoffed.

“Well, count me out,” Niall said.

“Yeah, babe, you know I’m not doing that,” Zayn added, making Liam sigh.

“God, whatever,” he turned to Harry, pointing at him with his beer bottle, “Styles? You in?”

“No thanks,” Harry shrugged.

“Oh, come on,” Liam laughed, “No offense man, but you could use it more than any of us. You really let yourself go since uni.”

Harry snorted, taking another swig of his beer.

“I’m alright right now, thanks,” Harry said, and squeezed Louis’s hip, “Besides, Louis’s not really into six packs, are you baby?”

Louis blushed, and prodded Harry with an elbow.

So maybe Harry was right. Louis had seen pictures of Harry when he was in university, when he probably weighed less than Louis.; knew exactly what Liam was referring to when he said Harry had let himself go a little bit. Harry had once told him that he reckoned he had gained about 40 pounds in beer, take out, and office job laziness since then, but he never seemed upset by that. And while Louis could appreciate pictures of Harry’s old physique, it didn’t hold a candle for him compared to what his boyfriend looked like now.

But just because he had a kink for his boyfriend being chubby didn’t mean their entire friend group needed it spelled out for them.

“Shut up,” he grumbled.

Harry chuckled, and drained his bottle.  

“Speaking of six packs,” he said, “Louis, baby, can you go get me another beer?”

“Isn’t that like your fourth today?” Niall said, “How are you drinking more than me and you’re not even buzzed?”

Harry patted the side of his belly with a smirk.

“Higher alcohol tolerance,” he said, “Guess it comes with letting yourself go.”

Louis flushed again, and then peeled himself away from Harry’s side, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll go grab that beer for you, babe,” Louis said. He got to his feet, looking at everyone else, “You guys need anything?”

“I need you not to cream yourself on my patio,” Zayn jutted in.

“Fuck you,” Louis snapped, and then grabbed the handle of the sliding glass door.

“Hey, Liam, remember when you ate six bananas a day for a month in uni and ended up in the hospital with B12 deficiency?” Niall asked from behind him, which made Liam scoff angrily and then begin ranting about something he had read in a fitness journal that month.

Louis glanced behind him, and was just able to catch Harry looking at him over his shoulder. The alpha gave him a wink, a grin spreading on his face to make a dimple form in one of his padded cheeks.

Louis swallowed thickly and went inside.

–

They got home late, after the boys had talked them into a few more beers and kicking a football around Liam and Zayn’s backyard. By the end, Louis was bone tired, and he nearly had to drag himself through the front door of his own house, his ass still squeezed into his wet Speedo and his arms held down by several containers of leftovers.

He flicked on the kitchen light, Harry close behind him as he opened the fridge to put the leftovers inside.

“That was fun,” Louis said, looking over at his boyfriend.

“It was,” Harry sighed, slumping against the wall. His hands found their way to his stomach, and he rubbed it in slow, gentle circles, “M’fucking stuffed, though.”

He patted his middle, and it sounded firm and hollow. Louis just looked at him, trying to keep his breath normal. Harry was staring at him in the same firm way he had been looking at Louis swimming in the pool. He looked gorgeous, with his long hair tied up and his skin healthy and glowing from the sun. He was wearing the shirt he had put on once they were done at the pool; a yellow Hawaiian shirt covered in green and pink palm leaves. The bottom two buttons were tight against his middle, a bit of his tan skin showing through where the fabric didn’t quite cover him.

“Oh,” Louis said, “Uh – had a bit too much, huh?”

“Oh, yeah,” Harry grinned, “Can’t tell what was the mistake, that third burger or all that potato salad you brought me.”

He patted his belly again, and Louis turned away. He tried to ignore how his traitor of a cock was already chubbing up.

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” Harry arched an eyebrow.

“Don’t talk about how full you are.”

“What, I am?” Harry said. He sighed fully, and his belly pushed out. He stroked his hand up the line of buttons that ran down his front. “Hope I don’t pop one of these, I think this shirt.”

“Harry, shut your fucking mouth, I need to take a shower,” Louis snapped, his face already turning red. He snapped the fridge closed and tried to walk past, but Harry grabbed his wrist.

“Do you?”

“Yes, I have chlorine in my hair, it’ll be so dry in the morning if I don’t condition it,” Louis said, “That’s basic science.”

It made Harry laugh, and he let go of Louis’s wrist.

“M’kay, baby,” Harry chuckled, “I’ll be in our room when you’re all done.”

Louis nearly jogged away, slipping into their room and then into their en-suite. He took off his shorts and t-shirt, tossing his Speedo into the sink to soak. He was already half-hard and he cursed weakly as he turned the shower on.

Fucking fuck his beautiful, thick alpha. Fucking fuck his own kink. Fuck all of it. He just needed a shower.

He scrubbed his body and hair down quickly, avoiding his dick entirely. He felt wetness between his cheeks that certainly did not come from the showerhead, and he whimpered as he finished up. Quickly, the water was shut off, and Louis almost tripped getting out of the shower. He wrapped his slender waist in a towel and tried to dab at his soaking hair with a washcloth. When it was no longer dripping all over his shoulders, he shook his head hard, trying to clear his thoughts, before he stepped into the bedroom.

Any thoughts of clearing his thoughts were vanquished when he came into the bedroom.

Harry was there, as promised, sitting up in their California king in just in his black briefs, his full beer belly spilling into his lap and his love handles curving over the briefs’ elastic. He was scrolling through his phone, but he looked up and tossed the device away when Louis walked in. Harry grinned and stretched an arm over his head, showing tattoos that had long faded and stretched out with his arm’s growing width.

“Louis,” Harry said, “Perfect timing.”

“Is it,” Louis said weakly.

“Yeah,” Harry said, and then, the treacherous fucking bastard stuck a thumb into his belly button and grabbed the bottom half of his belly with his other four fingers and shook himself, making his stomach jiggle, “Was just thinking I’m not as full as I was a few minutes ago.”

Louis felt his fingers weaken their grip on the towel and it fell down onto the floor, leaving him naked.

“Oh, yeah?” he asked.

“Mm hm,” Harry hummed, “Think I could go for some dessert. Could you get me something?”

Oh, this bitch. This fucking bitch.

“Sure thing,” Louis agreed, his neck warming, “How about some of those brownies Niall made?”

“That sounds great,” Harry agreed.

“Well,” Louis said, his throat feeling tight, “Let me just go grab that.”  

He nearly sprinted out of the room and into the kitchen. Once he was there, his mind was already racing. He grabbed the Tupperware full of the brownies, which were already caramel covered and iced with little frosting flowers. They were probably enough on his own, but he just tucked the container under one arm and kept exploring the fridge.

Harry wanted to play dirty, get Louis riled up and then decide that tonight was a good time for a feeding and a fucking, which he knew made Louis lose his mind. So Louis was going to do better than some leftover brownies.

After rummaging for a bit, Louis picked up a canister of whipped cream, a bottle of chocolate syrup, and the half-gallon of milk they had their fridge. He shut the fridge door with his knee, and managed to carry his haul back to their room.

Once he was back, Harry watched him with interest, and Louis deposited all the food on the bed before he climbed up himself. He sat with his legs bracketing Harry’s legs, the alpha’s warm stomach touching his own.

“Here are your brownies, gorgeous,” he said, picking up the Tupperware and cracking up open. He picked one off the top, holding it out, “Open up.”

Harry opened his mouth, and Louis gently fed him the dessert, his mouth growing drier at how Harry ate without losing eye contact with Louis.

When Harry had the last bite in his mouth, Louis pulled his hand away and licked at his fingers.

“How is it?” the omega asked.

“Mm,” Harry hummed, and then spoke with his mouth still full, “I think it could use something extra.”

“Well, you’re in luck.”

Louis grabbed the whipped cream from his side, holding it up for Harry to see. He shook up the cold canister, and then tipped it upside down, angling it towards Harry’s face.

“You want some, baby?” he asked, his hand already pressed on the nozzle.

“You know I do, honey.”

Harry opened his mouth and Louis nodded, then put the nozzle on Harry’s tongue and pressed. He pressed until the alpha’s mouth was overflowing with whipped cream. Then he brought his mouth down, lapping up some of the cream from Harry’s mouth and then kissing the alpha’s sugar-covered mouth. Harry moaned as he kissed Louis back, his hands reaching back to grab at Louis’s bum. Louis bounced a bit, his ass shaking Harry’s hands.

Louis pulled away after a few moments, and then smiled again.

“Were those brownies chocolate-y enough, alpha?” Louis asked.

“Could be a little more,” Harry said, “Niall skimped on the cocoa powder, I think.”

“That bastard,” Louis laughed, “I would never do that to you.”

He reached for the chocolate sauce then, opening it up and then tipping it into Harry’s mouth. A little spilled over Harry’s lips and chin as Louis squeezed it along Harry’s tongue. Louis quickly closed the bottle and swooped in, licking the sugary sweetness off of Harry. Harry groaned again, his hands squeezing harder at Louis’s bum. The omega gasped against his lips, and he reached down, holding onto Harry’s belly and jiggling it a little.

Harry’s moan turned into a weak growl, but Louis just pulled away from the kiss and smiled at his alpha, grabbing the half gallon of milk.

“Something to wash that down, alpha?” he asked.

Harry watched him with careful eyes, his gaze flashing.

“Sure,” he said.

He opened his mouth again, and Louis tipped the carton to his lips, a little inevitably spilling on his chin and his chest.

“Oops,” Louis giggled when it spilled, “Clumsy me.”

He screwed the milk carton shut, and then went to work, licking the milk off Harry’s chin and then down on his soft chest. He held onto his boyfriend’s love handles while he did, and Harry just groaned above him.

Louis was just getting to licking at one of Harry’s dark, wide nipples when the alpha grabbed the omega by his hair and yanked his head up.

Louis squeaked in surprise, his eyes going a bit wide as he looked up at Harry’s dark eyes. Harry smiled at him, the expression a bit too soft for his eyes, and then he adjusted his hips and grabbed at his own crotch.

“You want some dessert now too, baby?”

Louis snorted.

“You are a horrible, evil alpha,” Louis said, “Of course I do.”

Harry grinned, then pulled his hard cock out of his briefs, giving it a few unneeded tugs. His fingers then went to grab at Louis’s bum, pulling his cheeks apart and slipping his fingers inside. He fingered Louis quickly and messily, making the omega whine loudly as he did so. Then Harry was lifting him up roughly and planting him down on his cock.

Louis yelped, and then started bouncing, burying his face in Harry’s shoulder as he did. He smelled like rich, spiced wood mixed with the scent of sugar that had come from their dessert, and Louis whimpered at the smell, licking Harry’s shoulder. He kept his hips bouncing, and Harry held a hand on his bum, giving him a squeeze as he moved.

“Such a good omega,” Harry said, “Takes such good care of me. Keeps me well fed and everything.”

Louis whined, nipping at Harry’s skin. He wanted his mouth filled somehow.

Harry’s hips bucked, and Louis yelped as he felt the alpha’s cock jab harder into him. He felt Harry’s big, powerful body move under him, his belly shaking and heaving as he moved. Harry was grunting, the sounds deep and labored by the food in his belly. It only made Louis whine higher in his throat, and he brought his hands up, clawing his blunt nails on Harry’s furry chest. He pulled his mouth off Harry’s shoulder, his jaw a bit sore and his mouth dry as he spoke.

“M’so glad you’re my alpha,” he said, “Glad I don’t have an alpha like Liam. Just want an alpha I can feed and spoil all I want.”

Harry chuckled at that, kissing Louis sweetly despite still pounding into him hard. When he pulled away he slapped his own belly, the sound loud and sharp, and Louis almost cried. He felt more slick pour out of him, and he bit his lip.

“You spoil me so good, sweetheart,” Harry said, his voice deep and nearly a growl. He bucked his hips up, and Louis yelped again, “You want my knot?”

“Yes,” Louis hiccupped, “Oh, god, please.”

“Yeah, I know what you need,” Harry said, still fucking into Louis, “You like a big alpha with a big knot, huh?”

“H – Harry,” Louis gasped, and then squeaked weakly as Harry moaned under him, and he felt a knot start to expand himself him. His thin body shook, and he felt himself coming, a mess all over Harry’s bloated stomach.

Harry held and kissed him as Louis sat tied on his knot, and Louis just hung onto him, scenting himself against Harry’s neck and whining. Harry kissed his neck gently, calling him a good boy and a good omega, and Louis clung to Harry tightly, feeling his own release dry between them.

When Harry’s knot was deflated Louis climbed off his alpha with shaky legs, clearing the bed of Harry’s late-night snacks.

“Leave those,” Harry said when Louis started to get off the bed with it.

“The milk needs to go in the fridge, asshole,” Louis mumbled, but still struggled to waddle out of the room with his shaky legs and sore ass. He put the food away as quickly as he could, and then he was right back in his room, his body cuddling up next to Harry. The alpha rubbed them both down with a washcloth, and then wrapped a thick arm around Louis, giving him a kiss on the top of the head.

“Thanks for my snack, baby,” he said, and Louis giggled. He reached his hand up, rubbing over the tight skin of Harry’s belly, and it made the alpha moan in appreciation.

“God, I still wonder where the fuck you came from,” Harry said, “How did I get so lucky with you?”

Louis shrugged, snuggling deeper in Harry’s soft side.

“M’lucky,” he mumbled, and he meant it. Here, next to his big, soft alpha, he felt safe and at home, pretty satiated and content.

And he would be ready to give Harry whatever he wanted in the morning, whether it was breakfast or something more.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #210

“made of flame, made of mud, i’m the many, i’m the one.”

Did your parents live in a different country before you were born? No. Do you have a preferred coffee brand? No. What’s something you’ve experienced that very few others have? Your favorite human on Planet Earth/God Himself noticing you. :') Three days I couldn't sleep. Three. Days. Do you have to wear an identification badge at your job? I don't have a job, yet. Have you ever dated someone who was terrible with money? No. If so, how did it affect the relationship? N/A How often do you paint your nails? Never. Do you know anyone who’s related to a current or former world leader? I'm related to Queen Victoria somehow. Idk about anyone else. Do you do your own taxes, or do you hire a professional? No job, no taxes yet. What is something you don’t have any natural talent for? Mathematics. Has anyone ever told you that you get too competitive over minor things? No. Do you usually befriend your coworkers, or do you prefer to keep work separate from your personal life? N/A What was the very first thing you ever saved up to buy with your own money? I think Venus. Describe your favorite Christmas ornament. Man, I have a lot. We've accumulated A LOT over the years between me and all my siblings. Mom gets each of us one every year, and she's also kept all the ones we've made throughout school. She's so cute y'all. There is this REALLY damn pretty swirling crystal one with an angel on the top of it I got from my grandmother, that's definitely one of my faves, I've always loved this lil gingerbread dude I made in pre-k, and... idk man, there are truly a lot. What is something you frequently forget? To turn the laundry room light off anytime I go in there at night for Roman's litter scooper or to bring dirty clothes in there. By this point it's like a joke in the house with how much I do it for whatever reason. How do you feel about your body? I hate it. Who is someone you would like to get to know better? Connie, but I respect her privacy. I know you have to be careful online. What’s your opinion on assisted suicide? For it. At what point do you consider a relationship to be ‘long-term?’ Hm, idk, really. A year? What jobs did your parents have when you were growing up? Mom worked with special ed kids at school, she had a job at the hospital doing computer work I can't remember because I was so young, Dad's been a mailman all my life, but he also worked at Lowe's as a carpenter I think for a while. Do they still have these jobs? Or different jobs? Or have they retired? Mom's got a totally different job, and I already mentioned Dad being a mailman. Do you have any recurring dreams? Themes, yes; dreams, no. Have you ever had to call 911? Why? Yes; Mom and I thought she was having a heart attack. Terrifuckingfying morning. Do you get out a lot? I might as well be on fucking house arrest. I can stay in the house and go nowhere for over a week. Do you eat a lot of vegetables? No. Last fast food you ate? I had a Hardee's biscuit for breakfast. Do you live in Canada? No. What do you think when you see two members of your preferred sex kissing? It's sweet, and brave considering the assholes of the world. Is that hot? "For fuck’s sake… It bothers the hell out of me when people fangirl over homosexual couples. It’s so disrespectful." <<< THIS. Would you ever want to be a chef? No. Bonfires: Y/N? They're fun. What’s a food that’s famous in your hometown/state/country/etc? Southern cooking, like fried chicken, mashed potatoes, hushpuppies, pulled pork, nasty shit like that. By pure coincidence, I literally hate almost all the "traditional" Southern foods. When’s that last time you saw snow? January this year. I think it was January... What’s something that you think will become obsolete in the next 50 years? Physically driving cars, probably. Are you efficient or do you procrastinate a lot? I procrastinate all to hell. Who are the 3 people you love the most? Mom, Sara, and then... idk if I can pick #3. Last person you slept in the same bed with? Sara. When was your first kiss? March 2012. Have you recently been sick? No. What song are you listening to? "Break My Mind" by dAGAMES. Would you marry someone if they were unable to have sex? Yeah. Have you ever made a boyfriend or girlfriend cry? Sadly. Does heartbreak really feel as bad as it sounds? It's worse. Weed, coke, crack, heroin, oxy, acid, x, k, peyote, mushrooms, opium…How many of these have you tried? I have no clue what like three of these even are lmao. None. How long has it been since you had sex? Like over three years. Who was the last person to call you babe? Probably Sara. Last reason you went to the ER? My sister got in a wreck. Were you a planned pregnancy for your parents? I believe so. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth? Yeah. When was the last time you shaved your legs? It's been many months. My legs are AWFUL, but it is an absolute chore to shave or use Nair because my hair is so long and thick. So I figure if there's very little/no chance someone's going to see my legs, why even do it. I really wanna get laser hair removal on my legs when I can afford it, though. What facial cleanser do you use? A Biore charcoal scrub. If someone wanted to know what you smelt like, what should they smell? I don't know? Probably dogs, lmao? How many purses do you own? One I use, then I have... two or three old ones saved just because I really like them. What are your top five favorite stores to clothes shop? Hot Topic, Rebel's Market, Spencer's, rue21, and... idk. I guess Wal-Mart lmao. What kind of clothes do you mostly wear? Yoga/dance/sweatpants with a tank top, graphic tee, or band tee. What about shoes? Flip flops like, year-round lol. If I do wear something else for whatever reason, it'll probably be my Vans or maybe a pair of Converse. Have you ever cheated on the significant other that you have now? No. For that one week a month, do you hate being a woman? Nah, birth control's made cramping a far smaller problem. Last thing you bought at the mall? Wow, I have no idea. Well... maybe a book before the hurricane to read if the power went out? I haven't read it if you're wondering, aha... Do your parents like your boyfriend/girlfriend? Yeah. Dad's met her once, but he seemed to enjoy her just fine, and Mom adores her. What store did you last buy clothes from? Wal-Mart. Which parent are you more similar to? I have traits aligning with each of them. I think my mom, but then again, I don't see my dad nearly enough to know his personality deeply since he changed IMMENSELY after the divorce. Have you ever been to another country’s capital city? No. What are some of your favorite qualities for another person to have? Compassion, wisdom, an open mind, gentle, passionate, a good sense of humor... What smell reminds you of your childhood? Chlorine, I guess. I swam a LOT as a kid; it was my favorite activity. Are you happy with who you are? In some ways, in some ways no. Do you ever sleep with your bedroom windows open? No; we live beside a busy road, and plus I don't trust people. Have you ever had a job where you didn’t fit in with your coworkers? No. What was the last word document you typed? I made a brief outline of the message I'm sending to the client who hired me for her wedding when I send her her pictures. Thanking her and telling her what more I could do for her, stuff like that. What’s something that has upset you lately? The extreme difficulty of finding a job for myself... Do you have a home security system? No, but damn do I want one. What’s something you don’t think people take seriously enough? If you know the darker part of my photography, roadkill. People see it and either think 1.) "poor thing" or 2.) "dumb thing," and that's it. No one seems to truly consider our responsibility to watch for animals on the road; in most instances I've seen, the animal is blamed for being "stupid." No, they're fucking terrified and panicking. Anyway, I'm going on a tangent. Basically, I think we should feel far more pity for what we end, even though it's accidental. And get out of the fucking car to see if it's okay/can be saved. Have you ever gotten sick from someone else’s cooking? I believe so, but I don't really blame the cook. My stomach is just REALLY sensitive to food it's not used to, particularly fancier meals. What was the last kind of cheese you ate? American. How young is too young to be sexually active? "Personally, I think anything under 18." <<< Same. Would you ever dye your hair silver? I wanted to at some point, but particularly with my hairstyle now, idk how good it'd look. What was the last fun thing you did? Shot a wedding. Have you ever dated someone who had a child from a previous relationship? No. Is there any drama currently going on with your family? No. What’s your favorite kind of soup? I'm not a fan. Do you know anyone who practices Hinduism? No. How long was your longest relationship? Three and a half years. When was the last time you spoke to the first person you ever kissed? February 2017. What’s a political issue you have a strong opinion on? Gay rights. What snacks do you like to get at the movie theater? Just popcorn is fine. If I have any candy, it's from a gas station or dollar store. Movie theater prices are expensive as fuck. Have you ever stayed in a hotel in the center of a big city? No. What was the last fruit or vegetable you chopped/sliced up? Romaine lettuce for my iguana. When you take a nap, do you nap in bed or on the couch? In bed. Do you have any friends you have never gotten into an argument with? Yeah, Connie. Girt and I have also never really had an argument, he's just said things that hurt me as his sense of humor can be a bit harsh and they were sensitive areas, but he's never meant it. Do you think you could survive living by yourself for a month? No. Can you cook anything other then toast? Yeah. How many times have you cried over the last person you cried over?  I don’t remember the last person that I cried over. Have you ever been in an on-and-off relationship? So annoying right? No. Have you ever developed a crush on someone the first day you met them? I don’t think so. Have you ever been with someone who was really clingy? Did it annoy you? For only two weeks. I like to pretend that shit never happened. Is there a store you go to so much the employees know your name? The tattoo/piercing parlor I go to know me well; some probably remember my name. Do you have any friends who never shut up about their boyfriend/girlfriend? One literally only talks to me if she wants to ramble endlessly about him. Have you ever helped someone while they were drunk puking? No. There is NO way I could be with someone while they're vomiting. The sound would make me join in, and that's almost a promise. What annoys you more to do, sneeze or cough? Cough. Would you rather have a pet snake or a pet cat? I want another snake. Do you fall for all the lines about making guys/girls like you on magazine covers? Lmao yeah right. Do you have a calendar in your room? What’s it’s theme? My door is currently open so I can't see for sure, but I have three or four outdated meerkat calendars as decoration. Have you ever gotten anything racist about you yelled at you? No. Does the last person whose house you were at like anyone? She's married, so obviously. Do you own more pink or black clothes? Just about everything is black. Has a boyfriend/girlfriend ever given you a stuffed animal? Yeah. What does the last body wash you used smell like? I think it's some kind of ocean-y scent? I don't pay attention. I just know it's blue. What is the worst name anyone has ever called you? A martyr, and not the good kind. Where is your favorite place to eat out? Sonic. Does it bother you when people call you ‘ma'am’ or 'sir?’ No. That's general good manners in the South. Have you ever been obsessed with a television character? I don't think so, but maybe? What was the last thing that changed your life completely? Recovery. Do you have any step siblings? One. I don't call him my brother, though. Did you partake in senior skip days? HA I sure did. Have you ever read the Christian Bible? Not the entire thing. When the holidays come around, do you help decorate? Yeah. Has someone ever promised not to leave you? NEVER IN YOUR FUCKING LIFE BELIEVE THAT SHIT. Do you have a part-time job? No. Are you the type of person who likes to buy gifts for your friends? If I had my own money, I absolutely would. Hopefully I can when I have a job... though I don't exactly have many people to send anything to. Have you ever lived in an apartment before? I wasn't an actual resident, though I was pretty much always there. Have you ever been questioned by the police? No. Are you close to your parents? Yeah. Have you ever had to be put on medicine for a mental disorder? For most of my life. Have you ever been responsible for someone’s death? Wow, no. Do you ever spend the night with your significant other? Well, we're long distance. We do when we visit each other. Do you know a lot about serial killers? No. Have the police ever been looking for you? Ha ha yes, but only because my sister, friend, and I went walking on the beach at night, and apparently Mom didn't hear us when we told her we were going... Have you ever been in a car accident? Yes. Do you cuss more than any one else you know? Tbh probably lmao. How old is your youngest cousin? I don't know. Do you tend to talk on the phone a lot? No. Have there ever been any serial killers around your hometown? I don't believe so. When was the last time you went to a museum? When my brother and nephew were here early this month. Do you know how to shoot a gun and hit a target? No. What turns you on the most? Don't grab my boobs. Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex? Yes. Do you answer the phones at your work? N/A What’s your ring tone? The Revaleso remix of "Dear Insanity" by Asking Alexandria. The text alert sound is the chime of picking up a gem in Spyro. Do you want to fix anything with anyone? Yeah. Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night? I do literally every night. It sucks. What shows do you watch? None. Do you know anyone who has been arrested? Yes. When you were in elementary school, did you change best friends a lot? No. Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you? No. Who was the last person to give you a ride somewhere? My VR counselor drove me home the other day. What’s the scariest bug you’ve ever seen? I'm sure some kind of beetle. Not a fan of beetles. What was your favorite TV show you watched as a kid? Pokemon. :') How many times a day do you tell your parents you love them? Mom, at least once when she leaves for work. Dad, I barely ever see him, so. I don't daily. Ever talk to your pets? Of course I do. I talk to them like I talk to people. Do you think it’s alright if people baby talk to babies? ... Yes???? At a certain age you need to set an example to talk correctly, as the kid is going to copy you, but as a baby, no shit it's fine? Ever take a nap in a hammock? I may have fallen asleep, maybe not. Probably not tho 'cuz I would've been afraid of bugs (the hammock was between two trees directly outside the woods in our backyard), so I've likely just dozed for a bit, if anything. Who’s the best character in Rugrats? Oh boy, I don't remember them all. I know I liked Tommy, but I mean, he was the main character, so I guess that's to be expected for a little kid, mostly seeing him. Ever get caught doing something naughty with your boyfriend/girlfriend? No. Who has had the biggest impact on your life? Jason. Girls: ever wear boxers? Guys: ever wear a thong? No. Do you use q-tips to clean your ears? DON'T DO THAT. I got wax adhered to both eardrums because I did that frequently; it inevitably pushed things back and dried onto them. NOT fun getting it sucked out; hurts like a bitch. Always only use them for the outside of your ears. This has been a PSA. Ever want to make out with someone, anyone, didn’t matter who? No. Ever had your feelings hurt when you knew the person was joking? That is EASY, friendo. Do you make jack-o-lanterns during Halloween? Sometimes. Have you ever swam with dolphins? No. Cats, awesome pets or Satan in disguise? I love cats. When you buy/receive new clothes, do you instantly wear them or wash first? Wash them. Do you hate using public restrooms? VERY MUCH. I will avoid using one at almost all costs. What’s the weirdest item you’ve seen for sale on Ebay? Oh my fucking god. So one night my friend Chelsea and I were up REALLY late and were loopy as fuck and this bitch started looking up weird dildos and shit and I'm not even remotely kidding, she found a huge 50 lb. butt plug. I sincerely wish I was joking. Do you check to make sure there’s TP before using the restroom? Yeah. Do you drunk dial/text? I've never been drunk. Have you ever built a massive snow fort? No. We don't get enough snow here. Are parents to blame for what their kids do on the Internet? Not entirely. Do you use acronyms to remember things? I did in school. Do you take pills like Tylenol for the littlest aches and pains? No. When was the last time you went rollerskating? WOW I don't know, but it's been a long time. Do you call people “dude” a lot? Yes. Who was your favorite Ninja Turtle? I was never into them. Horror flicks make you: laugh, scream, or squirm? Out of those, I may ever only squirm at nasty shit. If you could become a doctor, what would you specialize in? Probably ophthalmology (eye doctors). The last time I went to the eye doctor, I got way too into the science and anatomy of the eyes and such. You woulda thought I saw God when I realized I could see the veins in my eyes during that "lemme shine this light straight into your eyes" tests; I thought it was SO cool. Well, I probably realized this at previous appointments, I just didn't remember. Hm, or maybe a pathologist, that'd be cool. I'm looking through a list of doctors, yes. What’s the cutest thing a little kid has ever said to/in front of you? Probably just "I love you" and stuff like that from my niece and nephew. Ha ha aw, wait... When my brother and older nephew were here, Christian exclaimed, "She's up!", like the MOMENT I moved in bed one morning. I'm so happy to say that kid loves me. He wore me the HELL out in the course of just three days, but man, I miss the lil dude now. That occasion in particular just really sticks out to me because I do not find myself good with kids, and to just hear how excited he was that I was up meant the world to me. Apparently I was fun enough. At what age do you plan on moving out? I hope in like... two more years, maybe less. I need a stable job, a car, but I also DO NOT want to live alone, so I'd want to wait until Sara was ready to move, too. I'm beyond thankful Mom isn't rushing me in the least, she seems happy I live here actually, but I don't want to be in her hair much longer nonetheless. I have to be an adult. Did any characters from TV shows scare you as a kid? Which one(s)? King Ramses from Courage the Cowardly Dog fuck-ing TERRIFIED me. His animation was unique to what was normal in the show, so that automatically stood out as different and weird, but more than anything, I was just so scared by his voice and repetitive lines. I had nightmares of that shitlord. HA HA OH MAN I REMEMBER THIS TOO: When I visited my aunt and uncle's when I was little, my family slept on the floor in a room downstairs, and there were small trees outside the window that would sway, and the outline on the curtains would make me think of him. I remember waking Mom up one night about it, and I think she gave me something for comfort, but idr what. What’s the saddest thing you’ve heard on the news recently? In my very own fucking state, consent can no longer legally be revoked when sex begins. Fuck this place. How long does it take before you trust a person? It depends on the person. It's usually a while, though. Have you ever made a time capsule? What did you put in it? Hm... I feel like I have? Wait yeah, I did in elementary school! It was a class effort. Idr where it was buried. What would you do if your mom or dad read your diary/journal/blog? My mother would be deeply concerned that my love of Mark runs as deep as it does, meanwhile my dad would be v v v confused. They would mutually be very worried of their daughter's willingness to eradicate the fools of the population and replace them all with miniature Fischfucks. Do you know anyone with a lisp? I may? I don't exactly have a lisp, but in certain words, I pronounce "s" weakly due to my tongue piercing getting in the way, but it's very mild. If you were to break a Guinness Record, which one would you try and beat? Idk. What’s the coolest item in your room? I'm not sure, I find a lot of things in here particularly cool for various reasons. Hence why it's so heavily decorated. I guess my favorite is probably the Japanese, limited edition Silent Hill: Revelation flyer I have framed on the wall. I won it in a giveaway and I love it alskdjfklajwer. I wanna collect more SH merch, man. Are you accident-prone? Yes, due to my own lack of common sense and clumsy nature. As a kid, what was your favorite activity on the playground? I BOLTED for that swing. Are huge muscles gross or sexy? I'm not a fan of extreme muscles. Have you ever fished and caught something weird? Phew, I grew up fishing all the time with Dad. I'm certain I have. Well, I caught a catfish by the eye, but only the method's weird there, lol. I still to this day feel so bad for the fella. Is old age catching up with you? In my back and knees lmao. Can you sleep through thunderstorms? Yes. Ever spent the night in a tent? Yes. Do people confide in you? Some do. Ever been around someone who makes you feel stupid? He doesn't intend to, he's just reeeaaally fucking smart. Actually, that goes for my brother, too. I knew he was very intelligent, but holy shit, when he was here last and I actually got to hear more about him, his beliefs, and general knowledge, dude's a genius. How many college degrees do you want? Either up to Bachelor's or Master's. For my career goal of being an out-in-the-field zoologist, I need the latter. Do you like animals? SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have you ever written anything longer than 10 pages? Yes; my high school senior project was at least one. There's other personal stories I wrote as a kid, too. Can you snap your fingers? Yes. Can you wink? My right eye, yes. I can with my left eye, but not without my face distorting pretty badly. What song explains how you feel about love? *shrugs* Does hardship make a person stronger? It depends on what they take from it. What comes to mind when you think of pregnancy? Ew please never. Have you ever attended a professional sporting event? Yeah, hockey games with Dad. What is your favorite brand of clothing? I don't have one. Which do you value more, intellect or work ethic? Work ethic. How well do you know the people you live with? Well, I live with my mom, who I've lived with my whole life, and we're very close, if that answers the question. Do you have any heroes? *blinks* Ever been to a cabin on a mountain? No, I wish. Ever lost your voice? At least once. Are you a cautious person? Yes. Meet Anxiety, baby. Do you enjoy comedy shows? Yeah. Do you chew gum? Sometimes, rarely. Do you think a lot when taking a shower? Not really. I just enjoy whatever music I have on. Are you currently charging your phone? No. Do you ever get razor rash? No. Are you a private person? It depends on the subject. If you straighten your hair, do you always use hair spray? N/A Do you curl your hair often? It's too short to be curled. What’s the earliest you’ve ever woken up for school? Idk. Probably around 5:00-5:30 if I was getting ready for a special day or something. Can you get ready in under 10 minutes? Yeah. Has anyone ever told you that you were a bad kisser? No. Do you like Frostys from Wendy’s? Hell yeah. Would you ever sleep in the same bed as your sibling? Sure, if we had no other choice. Ever taken a shower with someone? My little sister and I did all the time as kids, I'm guessing to save water. Would you consider yourself to be a creative person? Yes. Do you usually take a nap during the day? Yes, usually. Might you enjoy hanging out in the woods for day or two? HELL YEAH!!!!!! So long I have my camera and company, that'd be awesome!!! Do you suffer from frequent paranoia? Eh, not as badly as I used to. Two friends whom have been there for you the most? Sara and Girt. If you/your gf became pregnant accidentally, would you consider abortion? If it was my own fault for not using protection, I couldn't do it; then that's my own foolishness. I would regardless if my life was endangered, though. I do believe abortion is killing a living being once brain activity begins, but I believe in the right to put yourself first. If a complete stranger picked a fight with you, would you fight or flight? Flight if possible. Defend myself when necessary. Have you ever decided to set fire to something out of anger? No. Would you rather be a house pet or a wild animal? House pet, so long as my owner is a good one that truly loves me. Wild animal would be much more dangerous, and besides, I like the idea of companionship. Can you juggle more than two objects at once? lol I probably couldn't even juggle two. Can you function well on little to no sleep? Eh. I'm cranky for sure, but I can function. Well... depending. If I am REALLY tired, I won't be able to keep my eyes open. Do you find that it is difficult to maintain your mood? Even on medication, I'm still bipolar (not using that as an adjective; I'm legitimately diagnosed with it). My mood can change VERY quickly with tiny stimuli, but at a much, much milder degree. Have you ever listened to a group of chanting Monks? (if not you should) No, but it's cool! Two sports that you are horrible at? Tennis and volleyball. The latter mostly just hurts like a bitch. One thing that you would like to change about your life? My job situation. What was the last candy you ate? Sour gummy worms. Which decade was your favorite for fashion trends? Idk. I'm really not educated enough on what was trendy for each one. Do you like the current fashion trends? I pay no attention. Who is the strangest (or one of the strangest) person you’ve met? I won't give away his name as it's a pretty unique one, but there was a kid in high school who was certainly different in both good and bad ways. He was pretty unstable. Made his own religion. What are you struggling with currently? Finding a mfckn job. Do you forgive yourself for your mistakes? Most, I'd say. Have you ever been abused by a police officer? No. Name one friend who had a parent who was in jail. A cousin of mine. Has anyone tried to kill you and then played the victim? No? What is your favorite board game? I like Battleship and Scrabble. Can you remember the last time you played a board game? A few months back with Sara and Girt. Actually Scrabble, lol. List three traumatic memories you have. The only truly traumatic memory I have is the breakup. Well, I guess a nightmare I had with my dad kinda is too, seeing as it still affects my trust today? Have you ever been misdiagnosed with something by a bad doctor? Yup. How the fuck did I have ADHD, woman. If you don’t mind my asking, when was the last time you had diarrhea? Like about two weeks ago before my period started. That's starting to seem like a theme. Do you prefer sunny days or cloudy days? I like partly cloudy. Do you have a painful past? A good chunk of it. But I mean, who doesn't have some rough paths behind them. What was the best time of your life? Walking through Chicago with Sara and her dad one night was INCREDIBLE. Coming from the middle of nowhere into such a colossal city with all these lights and such was such a shock to me, and exploring it with them was super cool. It was cold as fuck, but still, it was fun. When was the last time you were hugged? Idk. Well, probably last time I was at Ashley's saying bye to everyone. Do you trust your doctor? Yes. Name something God has healed you of. HAHAHAHA. If applicable, how old were you when you got "saved?" I was raised into religion, so I don't know. I grew up "saved." Have you been baptized, and if so, where? Yes, at my childhood church.

[professorxwolf]

Halloween Event

When: On and off during the week of the event (October 18-28) Where: Starts at the luncheon location, at their cabin for the rest of the duration Who: Ciaran O’Bryan and Atticus Carmine What: Ciaran and Atticus deal with the effects of the event and the aftermath Triggers: Some smut and single mention of torture

@voulez-vousatticus

Bubblebee: Atticus leaves Ciaran alone for a minute, all because of a bowl of chips on the opposite end of the table that he wanted, and suddenly he was on his knees.  His thoughts differed to being so engrossed in the feeling of following any and all commands given to him.  "Master Ciaran!" he called, moving forward on his hands and knees to his master .  "I want to be your good boy, today."

Lecia: Ciaran wasn't so sure about this whole luncheon thing. It seemed like whenever the Administration wanted to do something 'special', it just ended in bullshit. He went along though, as he didn't really have much choice, keeping his Atticus close. The male strayed for no more than a moment though, as he himself went to grab a beer. Next thing he knew, his spirited, sarcastic Atticus was on his knees before him, saying shit he never thought would come out of the others mouth. "That's..real funny love.." he ventured, taking a swallow of his beer. "Get up, ya want one too?"

Bubblebee: He frowned, confused.  Did he joke? Atticus didn’t stand; they weren’t equals, he belonged down here.  “Would you like me to have one, sir?” he asked.  

Lecia: Ciaran's frown deepened when Atticus didn't laugh things off too or give any other indication that he had indeed been taking the piss. No..the man just continued to kneel and look at him with an expression that was..well, honestly kinda fucking creepy in it's non-Atticus-ness. "Huh..I ain't so sure now. Ya already actin' like ya got a knock to the head" he muttered, reaching down and taking a hold of a thin arm. "C'mon, up ya go" He tugged gently, hoping Atticus would do the rest.

Bubblebee: He shook his head.  Nope, didn’t hit his head.  If anything, his head cleared up, it seemed, and he was wondering why it took so long for him to just give in.  Instead of standing, he just raised himself up on his knees some more, and his hands grazed the back of Ciaran’s calves.  “You want me to stand, like a master?” he asked, a smile breaking out in his face, like it was the best news he heard all day, before it fell a little in confusion.  “But I can’t service you as well if I stand.”

Lecia: Sonofabitch.. What the fuck had they done to him? When Atticus still didn't stand, Ciaran let out a deep sigh and sunk to his knees before his mate. "Hey..listen to me. Ya don't need to service me at all. And what the fuck do ya mean 'like a Master'? That ain't what we do, remember? Equals." The wolf took the man's face in his hands, searching those hazel eyes, that seemed a little more dull than usual. "This isn't ya Atticus. They did somethin' to ya, that's the only thing that makes any fuckin' sense"

Bubblebee: "Masters stand," he said, simply, his gaze still fairly blank.  "Slaves belong on our knees to service you." Atticus shook his head.  "We aren't equals.  We can't be.  We never were, it's impossible."  When Ciaran looked at him so intently, he wanted to press forward and drop a kiss on his lips, but he seemed so intense.  "Was I bad?" he asked, frowning.

Lecia: "Atticus stands" he returned. "Atticus stands next to Ciaran because that is his place. And yes we are, we always have been and ya know it. C'mon darlin' don't ya remember? I've told ya that from the very start" Ciaran raked a hand through his dark hair, feeling helpless. His eyes finally took notice at everyone else in the room. Like Atticus, there were countless other slaves on their knees, before Masters who looked either just like he imagined he did now, or like the cat that ate the canary. Fuck this..they needed to get home. "No my love, not even a little" Ciaran assured him, dropping a soft kiss to his lips before getting to his feet, this time pulling Atticus a little more forcefully with him. "Let's go home"

 Bubblebee: Master wanted him to stand!  How nice of him!  But he just shook his head.  They couldn't be.  Ciaran was a master, tall and strong and a werewolf.  Atticus was just a lowly, human, boy slave, on the bottom of the food chain.  When Ciaran turned, his eyes followed, keeping his head straight and still in between the man's hands.  He smiled wide when he kissed him - he was good!  He did something good!  Atticus stood when Ciaran did, keeping close to his side and grinning up at him. "Thank you sir, for taking me home with you.  I can service you better!"

Lecia: Ciaran could tell that his words had little effect on his mate. Maybe it was just the room, but he highly doubted it. It was a spell, and a fucking powerful one to get through to someone as strong minded as his Atticus. The wolf pinched the bridge of his nose, an all too familiar action when it came to this man, but tried a smile that he hoped didn’t look forced. “Aye, yeah. That’s right” Easier to just play along until they were in the privacy of their own cabin. “C’mon” He put his hand to the small of Atticus’s back, guiding him to relative freedom.

Bubblebee: It was like he was seeing the world through a whole new set of eyes.  Why did it take him so long to see how great the other side could be?  Atticus smiled back at him, walking in sync with the man back his home.  This was exciting!  He must have been doing something right.  He was practically bouncing in his shoes.  Once they stepped outside, into the open air, where there were less people, he felt a little more open.  "What would you like me to do first?  I can strip for you, I can suck you off...?"

Lecia: Ciaran as well took a deep breath as he looked to Atticus. Perhaps the fresh air would clear out whatever was fogging his male's mind. A hand still on Atticus's back, he led him to the parking lot where his bike waited, with both of their helmets. Even better. He knew that nothing cleared his own head like a good ride. Taking Atticus's helmet off of the hook, he handed it to the man and tried to not get aroused at his words. Fucking hell... "Let's just..get home then we can decide yeah?" he chuckled softly, putting on his own helmet then straddling the bike.

Bubblebee: He saw the look in his master's eyes, recognizing it as one he gave often.  Good, Atticus was doing something right, and he nodded. "Yes, sir," he said, automatically, putting on a helmet and straddling the bike as well behind Ciaran. "May I put my hands on you, sir, to hold on?"

Lecia: Okay..this felt normal. Both of them on his bike, just two men ready to ride with the wind. He could handle this. Until his male spoke again. Fucking hell.... Ciaran let out a low groan, muffling it with the rev of the engine. Turning so that Atitcus could hear him better, he spoke over the roar. "Put your arms around me" he instructed, waiting for Atticus to do just that, then taking off before he screamed.

Bubblebee: Of course, he must always have to ask for permission before touching someone of a higher stature.  That was simple.  Compared to the man, he was gross and dirty and didn't want to corrupt him. "Thank you, Master Ciaran." His hand closed around his other, and he held onto the man, loving being pressed up against him in this circumstance. Although, he heard the scream through the roar of the bike and the wind, and frowned.  Oh, no, what did he do wrong?  Was he about to get punished?  He just held on, and rode silently behind the man.

Lecia: Master Ciaran. No...oh hell no. Atticus had called him ‘Sir’ in the bedroom sometimes, just for shits and giggles and to get him riled up. But not this Master crap. He didn’t again didn’t bother arguing though, just gave him a nod and made a pleased sound when those arms came around him. That at least felt normal, and Ciaran held on to that feeling as he drove them home. The wolf took his time, hoping the fresh air and drive would do its trick. They eventually pulled into the dirt path that led to their cabin, and he cut the engine and pulled off his helmet as he looked at Atticus. “How ya feel?” He asked, his voice hopeful.

Bubblebee: Oh good, he seemed pleased.  He smiled and rested his cheek against the man's back as best as he could, with the helmet covering most of his head.  Atticus had thought about maybe kissing his neck or stroking his arms, but he wasn't given permission, so he stayed still until they pulled up the cabin.  A sense of familiarity swam in his mind, but it was his Master's house, not his.  That was important for him to know.  He looked up at Ciaran, nodding.  "I feel fine, sir," he answered, politely.   "Are you okay?"

Lecia: Ah shit... He had really hoped that would have helped some. His next logical thought was of course getting the male fucking plastered but that probably wouldn’t help matters much. The wolf rubbed his face then tried another one of those pleasant smiles, as he got off the bike and hooked his helmet back in place. “Peachy” he replied with a chuckle, holding his hand out to help Atticus off the bike. “Can ya just..can ya call me Ciaran? Please?”

Bubblebee: He smiled when Ciaran said he was doing alright, with a little nod.  When he asked just to call him his name, and that’s it, he bit the inside of his lip.  “No title?” he asked, confused.  

Lecia:  “No..please. I know this is hard, with whatever they did to ya. But I’m tellin’ ya beautiful..this isn’t us. It’s not ya. This isn’t what we do. If anythin’, you’re the one that bosses me around” Ciaran hoped that didn’t give the man a stroke, as he leaned in and kissed him softly. “C’mon. Let’s go see what kinda mischief Seamus and Merlin have gotten into”

Bubblebee: He frowned, his eyes widening a little.  That was so wrong!  How could he have gotten away with being so bad?  “I can’t be!” he finally stuttered out.  “No, that’s not right... I can’t believe I’ve been so bad, I’m sorry!” Ciaran might have kissed him, maybe forgiven him, but he could barely stand it.  “You need to punish me, Ciaran, I didn’t realize how much of a bad boy I was!”  The dog nuzzled his foot and he shook his head - that he didn’t deserve.  “I’m so sorry...”

Lecia: Oh for fuck's.... He should have know that was not the route to take. He had hoped it would jog Atticus's memory, bring him back to the way things normally where around the house. Shoulda known.. "Hey, hey now. None of that." he muttered, taking Atticus by the shoulders then gently folding then man in his embrace. "Ya did nothin' wrong. You're not..a bad boy" The words were hard to get out, and just didn't sound real to his ears. "You're the best I could have ever asked for, and I love ya so very much. Okay? I..like it. When ya boss me around and all. I like it" There, that sounded...somewhat believable. "Shhh..it's all good. See, Seamus missed you. Let's go inside, you'll feel better" he nodded, doing that whole guiding thing again until they were in the living room, Seamus at their heels.

Bubblebee: He kept shaking his head.  No!  It wasn’t right.  And the master should never be subjected to the whims of a lowly slave like Atticus.  That wasn’t how it was supposed to work.  “It’s wrong!” he insisted.  “I never should have done those things, I was being so bad.  You need to punish me, we need to make sure I learned from my mistakes.” His eyes widened.  “S-Slaves aren’t here to be loved!”  He loved Ciaran, yes, but his feelings didn’t matter in comparison to the werewolf’s.  

Lecia: Punish him. No..fucking..way. That had been one of his biggest fears since claiming Atticus, and so far they had managed to escape it. This, whatever it was, wasn't going to change things. "No.." he replied, gently put firmly, as he closed the door behind him. Part of him hoped that would shut the rest of the island out too, as it sometimes felt like it did. But he couldn't be so lucky. "There are no mistakes..just us. That's how it's always been, that's what we do. So just..try and relax? Maybe this'll help.." he murmured, leaning in closer. His lips captured Atticus's in a kiss that started soft and slow, until he let out a soft groan and deepened it, his fingers tangling in Atticus's curls.

Bubblebee: He held onto himself, his fingertips tightening against his shirt. It was like a continuous loop.  Atticus knew he was bad for the things he did, but he also felt like a bad boy while trying to convince Ciaran he was.  “But-“  Then the master kissed him and he kissed him back immediately, his hands tracing down and moving to his pants, working them to become undone.  “Forgive me,” he murmured.  “Can I please you?”

Lecia: He still affected him, as always. But that was no surprise. The island could turn him into a version of himself that he didn’t even recognize, and he would still love this man. He was his world. Ciaran let out another low groan as Atticus ran his hands over him, but his words stopped him in his tracks. Well...maybe it would help? If Atticus felt like he’d redeemed himself somehow, maybe he could finally relax and they could figure out how best to wait out this latest storm. “Aye..” he finally nodded. “Please”

Bubblebee: They were making out, so far so good.  He knew he could please the man good and well - he’s done it before.  Atticus knew exactly the right buttons to press.  His fingers played idly with the hem of man’s pants, so the man knew exactly what was to come.  “Thank you si- I mean, Ciaran,” he said, a little blush on his cheeks. He freed the man’s cock from his pants and started to lick him to life.

Lecia: Okay, they were on a first name basis now. Things were looking up. Ciaran gave Atticus a soft, loving smile, his hands going once again into his curls. He let out a low, pleased growl as he half-hard shaft was freed, and suddenly Atticus's wet, warm tongue was on him. "Fuck.." he ground out, hips jerking a little. No though..this was still wrong. His mate's place was not on his knees before him. "Wait..c'mere. Let's both get more comfortable" he mumbled, gently helping Atticus to his feet then leading the man to the couch. Once there, he lounged across the cushions, and pulled Atticus on top of him. "Isn't that better?"

Bubblebee: Pleasing his master was the only thing on his mind.  It barely registered to Atticus that he was on his knees, or that his kitten was rubbing at his leg, or anything; Ciaran was his absolute, sole focus. Besides, that’s where he was supposed to be - on his knees.  “Oh,” he said, a little surprised by the movement.  As they walked, he quickly toed off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it onto the kitchen table as they walked past.  The master might want to see more of him, he figured. “Yes, Ciaran,” he said, with an obedient nod.  “Thank you, for thinking of my comfort.”  Even though he really didn’t have to.  It made Atticus want to please him even more, so he took the man in his mouth again, giving the best blowjob he could.

Lecia: Ciaran was much more more comfortable on the couch and he knew that Atticus would be as well. And that helped him to be able to focus on the pleasure that he knew the other wanted to give him. He wanted and intended on returning the favor, but it was going to be a one step at a time kind of thing. Smiling when his male came to him shirtless now, he reached out and caressed Atticus's cheek. "Ya so beautiful my love. Have I told ya that today?" he murmured softly, then shook his head lightly at the thanks. "I always do darlin'" Ciaran just tried to relax now, nearly melting into the sofa as Atticus's mouth closed over his cock again.

Bubblebee: He blushed, smiling.  “Thank you, Ciaran,” he said.  “You’re very handsome.  I don’t deserve how good and kind and you are to me.”  But the man said he was beautiful and figured maybe it was a sign for him to strip all the way down; the nicer clothes he had bunched in different parts of the house to be worried over later.  As he sucked him off, doing his usual ministrations - some things couldn’t be taken away - he ran his cold fingers up and under Ciaran’s shirt, before pulling back a little, his head coming up more.  “Am I allowed to touch you there?”

Lecia: "Oh darlin'..I don't deserve ya" he murmured, before he could help it. Shit...he hoped that didn't set back the progress that they had seemed to make. Maybe it would be best if he just shut the fuck up, except of course to praise Atticus and assure the other that he was doing a good job. Which was as easy as breathing, really. Ciaran let out a low moan, one hand gripping the couch as the other went to stroke over Atticus's hair. His face, his neck and shoulders. Any place that he could reach. The male returned the touches, and he jumped a bit at the coolness of his male's fingers. "Please love..touch me anywhere. I love it when ya touch me"

Bubblebee:  “You deserve a good boy, a good slave,” he mumbled. Hopefully someday Atticus could be that for him.  Even in this state, Atticus knew Ciaran’s body like the back of his teeth, knowing where to touch to turn him on, in what order, etc.  He smiled and nodded at the permission running his hands up and down the man’s stomach and sides, not even caring if he choked himself on Ciaran’s cock. He had to apologize for being so bad, so he had to make this so good.  Atticus came up for air, a hand sliding down to stroke the man in his mouth’s absence. “Can I please touch myself, Ciaran?”

Lecia: "I have the best mate that I could ever ask for" Ciaran whispered, putting emphasis on the word 'mate'. He had rarely heard Atticus refer to himself as a slave. The few times that it had happened, it was when the male was feeling especially down on himself. So it being forced on him this way, it only made the wolf even more angry. Which of course he had to keep a lid on, or he would fuck everything up. Ciaran put his full concentration on what Atticus was doing to him, the pulls from his mouth and the caresses from his hands. And oh..it was all so very good. "Hmm?" he muttered, looking down at his male when he spoke. "I would rather be the one doin' that, but it would be kinda hard huh?" the chuckled softly. "'Course ya can..I love seein' ya touch yourself"

Bubblebee:  “But, aren’t mates girls?” he asked, before just going back.  He didn’t need to ask, it’s not as if the man asked if he had any questions, so he just muffled himself through Ciaran’s dick.  Barely looking up, he said “Thank you, Ciaran,” and started to move his hand up and down his less impressive shaft.  If that’s what he wanted to see, that’s what he would do.

Lecia: "No..not at all. Mates are just..the person that a wolf gives everythin' that they are to" The 'for life' part went unsaid, because yeah. That was a conversation better had when Atticus was more himself. If they ever had it at all. The wolf shook his head a little, then refocused on his male's actions. That mouth moving so expertly over his throbbing shaft was astounding enough, but the sight of Atticus stroking himself had his lips jerking as he gasped. He ached to touch him there as well, but made due with the silky strands of his hair and his soft, smooth cheek. "Shit...just like that.. I love ya so fuckin' much"

Bubblebee: He nodded. He understood, but his brows furrowed a little, since he couldn't exactly frown, right now.  How was that possible?  What was it about a naughty slave like Atticus that made the man seem to want him so bad?  Ciaran didn't deserve that, he deserved someone who would grovel at his feet for a moment of his attention.  He started sucking him off faster, the tip of his cock hitting the back of his throat, and sometimes further.  Atticus kept touching himself, but less enthused - his pleasure wasn't important and the only reason he kept it up was because his master said he liked it so much.

Lecia: Atticus nodded like he understood, but the furrow of the man's brow told a different story. He knew deep down that it was probably the spell or whatever, but he also knew that Atticus had his moments of insecurity. He had to know though didn't he? How much he loved him, how he could imagine the rest of his life with him without a lick of fear? "Hey.." he managed through a gasp, reaching down to smooth the line that had appeared between Atticus's eyes. "I love ya..so damn much. Fuck!" he cried, feeling his cock go as deep into the man's mouth as it could. "I'm gettin' close..." he bit out, sweat starting to bloom across his forehead.

Bubblebee: Both on the regular and currently, Atticus did love hearing that the man loved him and it was further increasing his mood.  Plus, it drove him to want to please him even more.  His eyes casted upwards when he felt the man’s hand on his face and he practically melted; Atticus had a look of complete adoration across his features.  His hand came up to massage the man’s balls now, a hand stroking onto what his mouth might not have been able to take in.  But he had such a nice reaction, so Atticus was content to deepthroat him as much as he could.  He selfishly wanted to bring himself to release, too, but he had to remind himself that it wasn’t his purpose.  It didn’t matter if he came or not.  

Lecia: Okay.. Even though it was pretty out of character and mostly fueled by the spell, Ciaran did kinda love that look on Atticus's face. He had looked at him in an adoring way before, but nothing like this. He smiled back softly, letting all the love that he felt for the man show on his own features. That is, before that hand began to massage his back and he was being stroked as well as sucked. Then his head kicked back in pure pleasure, fingers tightening a bit in Atticus's curls. A second later he came hard, the man's name leaving his lips in a hoarse cry.

Bubblebee: Wow, that look he was given really made him swoon.  His master was so good to him, allowing him to feel love.  And getting it in return!  How many got that luxury?  Atticus hollowed out his cheeks when Ciaran spilled into his mouth, and he swallowed it all.  When it seemed as if he was done, Atticus pulled up from the man’s cock and sat up a little, wiping the corners of his puffy lips.  “Was I good, Ciaran?”

Lecia: Fuck... Ciaran sank back into the cushions, letting out a low groan. Atticus always knew just how to please him, and even though he did feel guilty in accepting that pleasure under these circumstances, he hoped that things worked out as he had planned. "So good..ya always so good. Can ya come to me now, please?" he murmured, holding out his arms for the man. "I wanna hold ya, return the favor. Then we need to figure out what we're gonna do"

Bubblebee: He hummed happily, sitting up and folding his hands in his lap.  Atticus nodded, glad he was doing well to please his master and snuggled beside him, his back to Ciaran, eager to be a little spoon. “That’s okay, Ciaran, just knowing I helped serve is enough for me,” he smiled.

Lecia: Ciaran smiled lightly when Atticus curled up to him in that way. He turned a little more towards him, wrapping his arms around the man, tight and secure. His still half-hard cock was pressed against the man's back, but it was easy to ignore for now. "No no..it's not okay. I wanna make sure that ya feel good too. That's how we roll. And..I think we should stay here until this all blows over. I don't..want ya out there alone. I don't want anyone takin' advantage of ya"

Bubblebee: He hummed and smiled excitedly when Ciaran held him so tight that way.  It felt so good, to be needed, to be wanted.  Atticus could feel the man's cock behind him and licked his lips a little, but held back from begging to be fucked just yet. "It's not about me," he told him.  "I'm here for your pleasure, that's all.  Mine doesn't matter, as long as I can assist you."  He frowned.  "But how else am I gonna please other masters?  I have to be helpful.  They're supposed to take advantage, that's the point!"

Lecia: Ciaran let out a light breath, the busied himself by brushing a line of soft little kisses that led from the point of Atticus's narrow shoulder all the way up the curve of his neck. It ended at his favorite spot behind the man's ear, where he settled for a moment. "Your pleasure is mine though" he murmured, a hand smoothing down the flat expanse of the male's stomach to brush along his cock. Reasoning wasn't proving to be very productive..time to try a new tactic. "Don't ya wanna just spend the day with me? I'll take ya right here...out in the hot tub....in the shower... Ya don't want that?" he whispered seductively.

Bubblebee: He gave a happy little whimper when the man kissed behind his ear and he tilted his head so that the man could have as much access to his skin and body as he wanted. Atticus nodded his head, finally seeming to get it - who wouldn't want to see someone unravel because of them? It might not have been a good quality in a master here, since the pleasure of slaves shouldn't matter, in his head.  He was just a hole to fuck and keep warm.  He let in a little intake of breath at the man's hand down by his cock and he keened and pushed into his hand lightly, his cheeks turning a little pink.  He nodded.  "I'd like it if you used me, Ciaran."

Lecia: God... Even though his Atticus was under a spell that he was helpless to stop, he affected him. He always bloody affected him. "Ya smell so good...feel so good..." His tongue traced the path that he had made with his lips. "Taste so good.. I wanna taste ya everywhere." Ciaran continued to run his hands over his male, exploring his body as he slowly began to stroke him. "Ya want my mouth on ya too? Roll over.." He unwound his arms from the other, gently easing Atticus onto his back. "Let me taste ya.."

Bubblebee: "Thank you, sir," he breathed, before he realized he accidentally gave him a title again.  "I'm sorry, Ciaran, it slipped out, I'm so sorry!"  But the man kept touching him, so he was growing steadily less apologetic and more eager to please.  Atticus let out a little groan at the touches, adjusting in his arms. He nodded, complying to his wishes and slowly turning over, even though he wanted to just stay right there in his arms and feel that love and tenderness that slaves aren't allowed. "Yes, Ciaran, my body belongs to you."

Lecia: "Shh.... Don't worry about it" Ciaran whispered, letting Atticus roll onto his back then settling his long body over the others. He didn't lay his full weight on him of course, but he could feel his warmth and heaviness. And it occurred to him that he were still wearing far too many clothes. Pulling off his flannel and the tee underneath, he groaned as he felt his full skin against Atticus's now. "Better.." he smiled, then leaned in for a long, deep kiss. He could easily keep this up all day, if it meant keeping Atticus away from everyone else. Parting from his lips with reluctance, he softly kissed his way down the others body, pausing just long enough to wink up at him before taking him into his warm mouth.

Bubblebee: He nodded and smiled up at him, a very hopeful look on his face.  Feeling Ciaran lay over him, basically just taking him over in the way that he was made him even hotter.  He kept trying to squash that down, though, because he was supposed to be here for Ciaran, but the man was making it very hard to keep that in mind. When the shirt came off, Atticus just reached up and touched his chest, his fingers smoothing over the skin with a playful, quiet giggle.  He kissed him back eagerly, figuring the man seemed okay with him touching a master so he ran his hands over the muscles that rippled under his shoulders. Atticus let out a whine at him pulling away from his lips, but was breathing heavily as his body was kissed, and he gasped when Ciaran took him into his mouth, crying out his name as he dug his fingers into the cushions.

Lecia: Atticus's hands on him grounded Ciaran in the moment. Now the felt like the equals that they were, not just a Master and a slave who was under a spell to please him. "Keep touchin' me..please. I love it when ya touch me" he breathed out, kissing him again, as if he needed the other like air. And he did. He explored Atticus's body as well with his lips and hands, mapping out that skin that he knew as well as his own. His scent intoxicated him, making his still hard cock throb and beg for more attention. Well..Ciaran Jr. could wait, he'd live. Atticus needed his attention right now. The wolf let out a groan at his mate's reaction, continuing to stroke his hands over his hips and thighs as he continued to work him seriously with his mouth now.

Bubblebee: Nodding, he ran his hands just about everywhere he could possibly reach.  Even though that's how he was instructed, he really, really wanted to anyway.  Atticus couldn't believe how lucky he was right now; he was probably the luckiest slave on the whole island!  He had memories of doing all of this with the man before, but in his current state of mind, it was warped as because of his previous bad attitude.  He saw this as a sign to change this, as if an apology for not being proper.  His hands moved through Ciaran's hair, before they gripped at the couch.  He was moaning and keening more than he usually did, as if informing Ciaran that literally everything he was doing at all times was wonderful - which he didn't even have to fake.  The reassurance was his goal.  Atticus was already close to bursting anyway - Ciaran didn't have to do much else.

Lecia: As always, Ciaran was astounded by just how much he loved this man. That was how he knew they would get through this and whatever else the island threw at them. Together, as a team. The fingers in his hair felt amazing, as always, and just further spurred him on. With how the island worked, he had a feeling that Atticus would remember everything. So the very least that he could do was to make sure that he gave him some damn happy memories. Ciaran looked up at his male and released him long enough to mutter. “Look at me” Once Atticus’s eyes were on him, he parted his lips over the head of the man’s cock once again, moaning and making sure that the other saw everything.

Bubblebee: Maybe it was just that added necessity of wanting to please people, but his own moaning and groaning was seeming like the right thing to do.  Doing the right thing, being good, was turning him further on in a way he's never experienced before.  Usually it was the opposite.  When this was all over, he wasn't sure how he would feel, but he'd at least remember how good Ciaran's mouth felt around him.  At the command, his eyes popped open and he looked down at him, seeing and feeling him going harder than before and he let out a whine, pushing his hips up like the needy boy he was.  He swore and came in Ciaran's mouth, his cheeks flushed.  It should be the opposite, still, he thought, but he must have been a really good boy if this was how he was getting rewarded! "Please fuck me sir!" he blurted before he could help it.  "Please use me!"

Lecia: Ciaran let out pleased hum when Atticus finally released into his mouth. He continued to soothe his male through his orgasm, hands as gentle on his skin as his mouth was fast and warm around his cock. Once he felt Atticus still, he swallowed every drop that the man gave him, his length getting a thorough cleaning as he licked him off. "Perfection..that's what ya are" he murmured, raising midnight eyes to the man's face. The sudden request surprised him, and at first he though his Atticus was coming back to him. Then that last little part was tacked on. His tried not to let his disappointment show in his face, instead giving the man a very slow, very very wolfish smile. "Oh I will my darlin', I'm gonna fuck ya like you've never been fucked before" he vowed, before kissing him hard. Never, ever would he use that other word.

Bubblebee: He blushed hard again, being called perfection, while knowing how many flaws he had.  He would like to be, for Ciaran, but he didn’t think he got there just yet.  “Thank you,” he mumbled, once he caught his breath and he gave the man a grateful smile. Atticus nodded quickly and happily, and his hands immediately went to grip onto Ciaran’s strong arms, kissing him back immediately, just as hard as the other was.  Underneath him, he stretched his legs out further to open himself up some for whenever Ciaran decided to fill him up.

Lecia: Ciaran groaned loudly into their kiss, trying to put that one little word out of his mind. It made him feel like he really was using his beloved mate, taking advantage of him and the spell that had altered him. It was an inner battle, because he always wanted him, and he didn't want Atticus to feel like he had done something wrong, should he 'reject' him. He continued on, hands gently caressing the man as they worked between his legs. He searched until he found that tight little hole, grinning down at Atticus as he circled it teasingly with his fingers before he began to slowly and carefully stretch him. "LIke this..so I can look at your beautiful face.." he whispered.

Bubblebee: Atticus giggled into his lips at the groan Ciaran let out.  That overwhelming desire to please was diminishing, and he figured it maybe had something to do with the fact that seemed to be doing a very good job at pleasing the man.  His lips moved over Ciaran's face every so often but his lips were just so amazing, and he couldn't stay away for too long before going back to home base.  He let out a teased whine when his fingers circled his hole, humming abruptly.  His eyes opened up, looking and seeing Ciaran hovering right above him, and his jaw stayed slack as he breathed heavily, looking right up into his midnight eyes.

Lecia: Ciaran let out a soft, needy whimper of his own at the way that Atticus's lips moved over his face, He needed the man's mouth on his own, needed his kisses like he needed air. Once the man's lips were on his again, as if he couldn't stand to be parted as well, he wrapped one hand around the back of he others neck and held him there for a long moment. The need for oxygen finally took over and he parted them, just as a long finger found it's way deeper into the man's ass. "Is that where ya want me?" he breathed out huskily, as he stretched and probed, while Ciaran Jr. continued to throb and downright whine for attention.

Bubblebee: Atticus couldn't get enough.  He was addicted.  Even if he wasn't under this hypnotism, there was no way he wouldn't have been acting this way.  No matter what state he was in, it seemed, he would still want him.  His head tilted up with the hand behind his neck, kissing the man passionately.  He jolted and his back arched when Ciaran's finger brushed over his prostate, and he nodded quickly.  "Yes!" he whimpered, the leg closer to the back of the couch went around the man's hips, his knee high on the man's back so that he could spread himself out some more.  Legs splayed, a hand flew to a cushion and gripped it tight, his nails digging into the fabric.

Lecia: Ciaran brushed back Atticus's hair, looking deep into his eyes. He gripped his cock, groaning at the contact, then angled himself and slowly pushed into Atticus, joining them. He breathed his name, shuddering as the man's tight hole surrounded him. "Fuck..ya feel so good. I love ya, ya know that I do right?" Ciaran whispered, suddenly needing to know that the male realized the full depth of his feelings. As Atticus adjusted himself under him, the wolf began to move, keeping the pace slow, drawing everything out.

Bubblebee: He blinked up at him with his wide, hazel eyes, gasping as he felt the man finally enter him, never breaking eye contact.  His toes curled, and his arms went to loop around his neck and back as his own body arched into Ciaran's.  He smiled brightly.  "I love you, Ciaran!" he told him, enthusiastically.  His master must have if he already made him cum, and wanted to do it again!  He angled his hips up towards Ciaran's cock, breathing deeply as he started to move, licking and biting at his lips to keep from crying out too early.

Lecia: Ciaran smiled softly as Atticus wrapped his arms around him. As soon as he was fully inside of the other, his own arms wound around his male, tugging him even closer as his mouth found his again. The bright smile and enthusiastic matter still creeped him out just a little bit, but he knew that the words were sincere. "Mine..." he whispered huskily, before capturing Atticus's lips in another searing kiss. He kept his movements slow, but by the way his breathing was coming out more and more ragged, he didn't think things would stay that way.

Bubblebee: He stilled, so he could enjoy the feeling of Ciaran filling him up the way he was. Getting pressed up against his body like that was everything and it just felt so good.  Atticus kissed him back happily and eagerly, his fingers tightening on his skin as Ciaran started to move.  "Mhm!" he hummed, biting down on his bottom lip and agreeing with Ciaran's sentiment.  Once they kissed again, it took his breath away, and he lifted his legs up a little bit more so his knees were locking around where the man's ribs were.  His cock moved over his prostate and he let out a short moan, pulling back and letting his head fall lazily on the pillow, his breathing already picking up some more.

Lecia: Ciaran couldn't seem to hold Atticus close enough. It was part just the way he tended to be when they made love, his wolf possessive and wanting to have Atticus as close to him as possible. And he knew it was partly to try and protect him, shield him from Masters and Mistresses who would take advantage of him as soon as the opportunity presented itself. He couldn't force the man to stay..but he could try and convince him. Ciaran kissed his mate long and slow, then let out a cry himself when Atticus adjusted his legs that way. The movement seemed to drive his cock even deeper into the others body, the sensations causing waves of pleasure to wash over him. "Ya so beautiful...even more when ya cum" he grinned wickedly, managing to maneuver a hand between them to stroke at Atticus's cock.

Bubblebee: Being engulfed by the man in the way that he was made him feel way more special than he thought he should be; which, in a way, almost made him feel guilty for feeling so good.  Yet at the same time, he was happy at all the pleasure he was seeming to give Ciaran. That's all he really wanted to do, was just make him satisfied.  He was the one who deemed him good enough to share a house with him, and a bed, and a dog, and all that.  Atticus had to make sure he knew his place, and had to make sure that Ciaran knew how grateful he was.  The man crying out at that one little movement made Atticus wish he was flexible enough to do more.  But it felt so good for the two of them, and they would just have to make do.  He let out a high pitched whimper when Ciaran went deeper into him, the hand closer to the back of the couch gripping at its soft material.  Somewhere in his haze he thought he remembered hearing Seamus's claws clack on the ground, but he was too invested in his master to notice.  "Please, fuck me, sir!" he cried out.

Lecia: Ciaran wanted to slow down and savor every last moment of their coupling, but they were both too far gone for anything slow and gentle at this point. Sweat bloomed over both of their bodies, causing a lewd but wonderful sound as they rubbed and slapped together. His thrusts began to grow faster, harder, more erratic, as his hand began to stroke Atticus faster. He wanted them to reach that sweet climax at the same time, to feel the man come apart under him as he filled up that tight hole with everything that he had. "Shit..." That plea, those words (even with the 'sir') did him in. Ciaran's hips pistoned harder and faster than ever, deep growls starting to rumble from his chest. "Cum with me..now" he growled, capturing Atticus's lips in a bruising kiss.

Bubblebee: It felt like he had just run ten miles with the way his breath was taken away.  His master always made him feel so good and he loved it.  Atticus saw stars every time Ciaran's cock brushed over his prostate, making his head spin.  He reached behind him and grabbed at the pillow under his head, fingers tightening so hard he thought he heard the fabric rip apart.  It felt like he was vibrating with the way Ciaran's hand was going, his hips bucking into his grip.  He was whining and writhing underneath him, crying out even louder than before once the man started going even faster, which he almost thought was impossible.  With him buried so deep in Atticus, he finally let go and released across both Ciaran's hand and his belly, his back arching right up into the werewolf's body, his hands moving and clawing at his shoulders as they kissed.

Lecia: Ciaran felt the moment his male fell apart under him, and that was his cue to finally release the tight hold that he had over his own control. He wasn't sure what made things more intense than usual, but for whatever reason they were. It wasn't the submissive thing, as Atticus's sass turned him on more than anything else. Like pretty much everything around the island, it was best not to question it. So the wolf put his focus back on his mate, groaning as he once again emptied everything that he had into the man. Midnight eyes opened as he watch the expressions of pleasure cross Atticus's beautiful face, a sight that he was never going to get tired of. "I love ya.." he whispered shakily, against his mouth. "Fuck I love ya so much"

Bubblebee: He was feeling so pleasured that his muscles were practically spasming and twitching under Ciaran's body.  It felt so good to be used this way, to see how pleased he was making his master - that's all he ever really wanted, the more he thought about it.  He looked up at his face adoringly, panting, as Ciaran helped him ride out his orgasm.  Atticus felt Ciaran release into him and shuddered at how deep the man actually was, looking up at him and licking his lips.  "Thank you, si- Ciaran!" he breathed, calming down some and kissing him back, a little more subdued than the man did.  "I love you!" he told him, nodding vigorously.  "I'm in love with you!"

Lecia: Ciaran took a few ragged breaths, as he looked down at Atticus's perfect face. A large hand smoothed his damp hair back with a touch as tender now as his thrusts had been rough just a moment ago. The other gave him that adoring look again, and fuck it if his heart didn't skip a beat like a bloody romance novel or something. "Ya keep lookin' at me like that and I'll never let ya leave the house again" he joked, pecking a sweet little kiss to the tip of his nose. Speaking of though... Ciaran eased out of his mate and rolled them over, so that Atticus was tucked into his side now. "And I am so in love with ya.." he murmured, stroking his hair. "What do ya say to a nice hot bath, then maybe a little nap?" Anything to get him safe in their room...

Bubblebee: His head tilted right into CIaran's grip, smiling softly up at the other with his flushed cheeks. His legs slackened a little and he dropped them for the man's sides to rest lazily on the sofa.  Atticus giggled some about Ciaran pointing out the way he was looking at him and he chased his lips with another quick kiss, smiling wide. "Okay," he told him, with big and happy eyes.  Devoting all his time to serve his master?  Absolutely, count him in.  He groaned a little when Ciaran pulled out and snuggled right up into him when he was pulled in close.  "I love you so much!" he insisted, again, because he couldn't say it enough. Atticus had to make sure that Ciaran knew, that he never forgot.  He held onto the arms that were wrapped around him and smiled.  "Yes, thank you!"

Lecia: Ciaran wrapped his arms around his male protectively, and maybe a little possessively, and pulled him in closer. The way that Atticus so readily agreed to his little joke made him think that maybe it wouldn't be so hard to keep him in the house for however much longer this lasted. Sure the male would probably be pissed at him when it was all over but really, he would rather a few days of sulking and whatever else he would throw his way then have the man hurt. "I love ya too" he chuckled softly, then got serious. "Ya know that, right? That anythin' that I do, it's because I only want ya to be safe." Okay..that probably sounded really suspicious, but hopefully Atticus would just take it at face value and not look for a deeper meaning. Ciaran stretched, his back cracking back into place, then grinned down at Atticus. "Gimme a minute to find the motivation to move" he joked.

Bubblebee: He smiled at how Ciaran held him, and he just didn't feel close enough to him.  He wanted to pull a blanket over the two of them and just stay there forever - even if Atticus wasn't under this hypnotism, he'd feel the same way.  Atticus looked up at him and nodded sincerely.  "Mhm!"  His master just wanted him all to himself!  He knew now that he was doing a really good job, and he wanted to keep it up somehow, but his body was a little tired.  He needed a break, at least until Ciaran wanted him again.  He turned in his arms, his arms bent up and happily trapped between their chests so that he could lay his hands on Ciaran's chest without being too obvious (even though he most definitely was).  "Do you need help?" he asked, sincerely, though he didn't move himself.

Lecia: It really was hard for Ciaran to move. They were trapped in this little bubble of love and comfort, even with the world outside currently more fucked up than it normally was. But the aches in his back, and the remnants of Atticus's release drying on his stomach, told him that they both needed a nice hot bath and a little rest. Atticus didn't seem to be in any hurry to leave now, and that made Ciaran much more comfortable with the situation. A bath, a little rest, maybe order his favorite pepperoni pizza and watch Toy Story for the tenth time. Make it as normal of an evening as he could. Ciaran gave Atticus a squeeze, kissing the top of his head, then finally made a move to sit up. "Nah I got it, thank ya love. C'mon" he grinned.

Bubblebee: Atticus sighed happily, snuggling into Ciaran's chest and enjoying the strong arms of his master around him, feeling so protected and wanted.  So loved.  He buried his head under the man's chin, and shut his eyes, finding a bit of reprieve from the outside world, even for just a little bit.  It was interrupted at Ciaran moving to get up and he had to resist pouting, because he might have been comfortable, but it wasn't his decision to decide what the did next.  He stood quickly, his knees buckling just a second before righting himself, and held out a hand for the man to take anyway.

Lecia: It took a lot for Ciaran to move, but better things awaited them upstairs. A hot bath, soft sheets, further shutting the rest of the world out as they slept in each others arms. Sounded pretty fucking nice to him. Maybe, if he made things as nice and comfortable for Atticus as he could, the other would forget about anyone else. He finally got to his feet, a little clumsy as well, but still quick to catch Atticus when the other seemed to stumble. "Okay there love? That's a pretty big compliment ya know, that I make your legs shake?" he grinned, kissing him softly. He took the others hand, but just long enough to give it a squeeze before wrapping his arm around his male's waist. "C'mon, let's soak our cares away" he intoned dramatically, as they made their way to the stairs.

Bubblebee: He blushed hard when Ciaran caught him after he stumbled.  Atticus just looked up at him and nodded with a little smile at the fact that his legs shook with him.  Of course they did; they had fun, and it felt good.  He found himself folded into the side of Ciaran’s body again as he was pulled closer by his waist and he went up on his toes to meet his lips.  “A bath with you?” he said, excitedly.  “Was I really good?”  It was exciting and while part of him wanted to do more, he figured Ciaran was pretty good at leading the way and Atticus would find little opportunities to show him he wanted to just be good.  Maybe he could bathe Ciaran or give him a handjob or something, and he was practically giddy as he was led up the stairs.

Lecia: "That's okay, ya make me weak in the knees too love" he grinned, kissing the top of Atticus's head. That wasn't an unusual thing, as sex with his male was always intense, even when it was lazy morning sex. It was the feelings that flowed between them that made each time more amazing than the last. "Of course with me" Ciaran chuckled, sounding a little surprised, but accepting the kiss with a soft one of his own. "Hot baths are no fun alone. But yes, ya were very good" he nodded, getting that part out, even if it sounded foreign on his tongue. Atticus needed to hear it. They made their way into the large bathroom and Ciaran gave the massive sunken top a loving look. "Can..ya relax now? And let me take care of ya too?" he asked, turning the water on before Atticus could think that he needed to draw the bath.

Bubblebee: He giggled, stealing a quick anyway before walking upstairs with Ciaran.  Atticus was thinking back to all those times other masters just wanted him to submit and let go and be good and now that he was finally striving for that, it felt amazing.  It heightened everything.  It made his mind race with the next time he’d be able to pull something that amazing off for Ciaran.  “Thank you, for letting me take a bath with you... and for fucking me,” he tacked on, with a flirty smile.  Atticus watched as he started the bath and he yawned, feeling a little sleepy.  A warm bath probably wasn’t the best solution for that, but he’d enjoy it with his master nonetheless.  He nodded, giving him a grateful smile.

Lecia: Ciaran busied himself in the bathroom, getting the tub filled and even lighting a few woodsy scented candles. He wanted things to be special, just to show Atticus how much he loved and appreciated him. At the man's words, he chuckled softy, approaching him and taking his face between his hands. "Ya don't have to thank me for that, ya know it. I'll take ya, any day, any time. Anywhere.." he grinned, punctuating his words with little kisses all over his face and jaw and neck. That little smile made his cock twitch in response, as he let out a soft groan. "C'mon you, before I take ya right here again" he joked, taking Atticus's hand to help him into the deep tub.

Bubblebee: Watching Ciaran go around and make everything all nice and smelling good made him smile at him and watch him, his hands folded neatly behind his back.  His hands reached up and softly touched Ciaran’s, smiling up at him and giggling, hoping that was something of a promise.  “So everyone can see I’m yours,” he agreed, another little laugh bubbling over at all those kisses.  Atticus took his hand and gave it a little rub with his thumb. He moved into the bathtub, sinking down into the warm water and bringing his knees up to his chest, burying the lower half of his face behind his knees, watching him from his wonderful view. “I’m sorry I was bad in the past,” he blurted, before he could help himself.  “I didn’t know.  I wasn’t trying to be, I don’t think...”

Lecia: "Exactly..." The wolf in him couldn't have agreed with those words more. Atticus was his, completely. Once his male was safe in the tub, he got out a few thick fluffy forest green towels and matching washcloths, deep blue eyes all the while watching Atticus watch him. The male seemed so small in that massive sunken tub, especially in the way that he drew his knees up and hid his face. Ciaran was about to ask what was wrong, when he spoke again. What the fuck.. How, even in this state, could he have ever thought that he was bad? "Darlin.." he started, shaking his head. Ciaran set the washcloths on the edge of the tub, then stepped in himself behind Atticus. He wrapped his arms around the him, drawing him back against him. "What are ya talkin' about?" he murmured, kissing his shoulder.

Bubblebee: His head tilted to the side as he watched Ciaran, a faraway smile on his face.  His knees up to his face was for him to try to be more elusive, and less hiding, but he still was a little mad at himself.  Why did the man let him get away with that for so long?  He couldn’t fathom it.  That ‘darlin’ made him quiet down, but he was talking in no time, as Ciaran pulled him into himself.  “I would tell you what to do and be really needy and kind of mean and that’s not how your slave should be!  You deserve more than a bad boy like me!”  He put his face by his knees again.

Lecia: Ciaran leaned back, taking Atticus with him, until they were both comfortable. He continued to press reassuring little kisses to his male's shoulder, as his large hands gently caressed him. Even though he knew by now that this was some kind of head fuck spell, and not really what Atticus was thinking, it still hurt him to hear his male talk about himself and their relationship in that way. He had always treated him as nothing less than an equal, because that was how he saw him. "Atticus..ya are a lot of things, but mean has never been one of them. I know this is hard for ya to understand right now, but you're not my slave. I claimed ya because I want ya around, all the time. Because I miss ya when we're not together, and I was gettin' tired of every wank on the island thinkin' they could put their hands on ya. Not because I wanted a slave. Ya are everythin' that I want, and everythin' that I need. Please baby..please believe me.."

Bubblebee: As much as he wanted and liked it, he didn't deserve the nice touches.  Surely he knew that!  He still happily shuddered and leaned back into the master's touch, because he'd hold onto it before Ciaran realized Atticus wasn't who belonged in his arms.  He kept shaking his head.  "You're wrong!" he exclaimed, his face falling.  "If I'm not your slave, then who do I belong to?" he asked, gripping the necklace around his neck again.  He was so confused it was almost painful for him, and he covered his ears tightly.  "I'm not here for you to love, Ciaran, I'm here for you to use!"

Lecia: Ciaran sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. An action he found himself doing quite often since this hurricane of a man had come into his life. Nothing had ever frustrated him as much as this though, and he knew that there was nothing he could do to get through to the man. It seemed like the more he tried, the more agitated Atticus became. But he just couldn't agree to anything the man was saying to him. It was an insult to the male and to their relationship, to even pretend that they were true. "Ya do belong to me. Please try and understand love" Ciaran turned Atticus gently in his arms, until they were face to face. "Ya belong to me, to my wolf. You're my mate, the person that I will love for the rest of my existence. Can that be enough for ya darlin'? Because it's all that I need"

Bubblebee: "You shouldn't!  Boy slaves are here for you because we want to be used by masters like you, and we aren't things to be loved!"  He put his head down and sighed in frustration, letting himself be swiveled to face Ciaran, and he barely made eye contact.  "You're supposed to be using me, I'm supposed to be begging you to. You're supposed to be punishing me for acting that way - how am I ever supposed to learn?  What will other masters say when they see you have someone as unruly as me!  That's not fair to you, it makes you look bad!"

Lecia: Ciaran sighed deeply, palming the back of Atticus's head and gently urging the man's head to his shoulder. No matter what he said, he seemed to be making thing worse. "I know you're confused right now darlin'. I know ya can't really understand what I'm tellin' ya the way that ya normally would. I wish..that I could say the right thing to make this all better, but that ain't up to me. Just know..that I love ya. So very much. And that ya make me happier than I have ever been before" Ciaran whispered, lathering up his hands and smoothing them over his male's skin. "Ya don't worry about what anyone else thinks. I don't give a fuck what anyone says about me and ya shouldn't either"

Bubblebee: He sighed and let his head fall onto Ciaran’s shoulder.  Why wasn’t he getting it?  Atticus did so many things wrong!  This wasn’t right!  “Everyone will know, though!” he insisted.  “I’ve been so bad to so many people, you don’t understand.  I have to make it right somehow; you have to help me make it right.  It’s not fair to you guys.”  He gave Ciaran’s shoulders a little shove, as if urging him on.  “Punish me, Ciaran!  I was bad, you have to!”

Lecia: “No” Ciaran growled softly, taking Atticus by the shoulders. His grip was gentle but his eyes were dark and intense. “I can’t. Don’t ya understand that at least? How much that would kill me inside to hurt ya? Don’t ya know that I would rather cut myself than lay a hand on ya in that way?” he insisted, his voice low. Ciaran’s hands went up to cup Atticus’s face, his mouth moving against the others in a desperate attempt to get him to understand. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore” he muttered when they finally parted. “We’re talkin’ in circles and nothin’ is bein’ understood. It ain’t your fault though, okay? It is not your fault” the wolf insisted, looking deep into his mate’s eyes, pleading for some kind of sign that he got it. “Let’s just relax and take a nap, yeah?” He nodded, giving Atticus a little smile as he continued to bathe him.

Bubblebee: "But-" he tried to interrupt, but he let Ciaran talk, biting his bottom lip. How was he supposed to learn now? How was he supposed to be make it things right if Ciaran refused to let him know that what he did was wrong! Atticus didn't want to skirt outside of the rules, because that wasn't fair.  He let Ciaran kiss him but he still felt uneasy about everything, and a little downtrodden.  He didn't want Ciaran to get in trouble because of him; what if he did, all because Atticus was being bad?  That really wasn't fair.  Atticus nodded, knowing it was Ciaran's word over his, knowing his decision was final. "Okay," he said, quietly, not meeting his eyes.  Except it was his fault - he made a conscious decision to be bad.  Ciaran deserved more than that.  "Yeah," he said, finally looking up and nodding, giving him a little smile.  He'd had to make things up to people on his own, then, he decided, letting his chin rest on his knees and closing his eyes, stifling a yawn.

Lecia: Ciaran let out a soft breath when the male finally relented. He knew that Atticus only said that because he was the ‘boss’, but it was a resolution anyway, no matter how small. “There we go” He tried an approving smile, as his hands ran gently over his male, cleaning him. Ciaran leaned in for another kiss, this one softer and deeper than the previous. “Ya so good to me, ya know that. I love everythin’ that ya do, everythin’ that ya are” he whispered, hands carefully cupping that perfect face before he began to wash his hair.

Bubblebee: Normal Atticus would be suggesting alcohol and bubbles and would be quickly turning it into a makeout session.  But this version had his mind reeling, about everything.  He was trying to make a list of all the people he’s wronged in the past, and he knew there were lots.  When Ciaran kissed him, he melted into his lips a little, before pulling back and blushing, looking up at him with his big hazel eyes.  “I love you, Ciaran,” he mumbled quietly, smiling and blinking tiredly when his hair was being washed.

Lecia: Okay..that almost sounded more like his old Atticus. When the man was tired and feeling vulnerable and needed the reassurance that he was more than happy to give. "I love ya too. More than I think you'll ever be able to know." Ciaran murmured softly. "Close your eyes now" Once he had, the wolf carefully rinsed those brown curls until they were free of shampoo. "There. All clean and even more perfect" he joked, kissing the tip of the man's nose. He was quiet for a moment, just taking in the man's handsome features that he loved so much. Things still felt unsettled, but he knew it wasn't going to get any better until the spell or whatever this was was lifted. Maybe there were still little things that he could do to help Atticus feel better though. "Would ya like to bathe me now?" he asked with a smile.

Bubblebee: He smiled, nodded, and shut his eyes, feeling water and soap cascade down his body. Atticus always hated how his hair looked when it was wet - it was flat and made him like five years younger than he was.  And Atticus was prone to looking like a kid as it was.  He blushed fiercely when he was called perfect.  “Thank you, but you don’t have to do that,” he told him. Although he did like that Ciaran was just staring at him like that; it made him feel extra special.  Slumped against Ciaran a bit, starting to lightly doze ever since he was told to shut his eyes, he almodt didn’t hear him speak. Atticus perked up and nodded. “Yes, please?  I really would.”  He could sleep when he was dead.

Lecia: "Don't thank me for sayin' the truth. Have ya ever known me to say what I don't mean?" he grinned softly, lightly smoothing his fingers over those high cheekbones and sharp jawline. God he was so beautiful.. In spite of everything that was going on and all of the things that Atticus had said, he still felt like he was the one that was unworthy of someone like this. The male seemed to relax against him and Ciaran regretted his offer at first. But the Atticus perked up, and he knew that he had made the right decision. Atticus would feel like he had served him again in some way, then they could rest and forget about all of this for a few hours. "Thank ya my love" he smiled softly.

Bubblebee: He smiled lightly.  “I’m not perfect, nobody’s perfect... you’re the perfect one.”  Atticus kept his eyes trained on him, smiling an little and burying the bottom half of his face behind his knees.  He didn’t deserve to complimented that way, so lovingly. Atticus could have stayed in his arms forever, surrounded by the warm water.  It was perfect sleeping conditions.  But his master wanted him to clean him and it made him feel needed, and wanted.  So he did, soaping up his hands running them all over Ciaran’s body, biting his lip a little as he stole a glance.

Lecia: "Well..if nobody is perfect than neither am I" he pointed out with a grin, pecking a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose. He hated that Atticus kept hiding that perfect face from him, but at this point it was really a case of whatever made him more comfortable. Ciaran just gave him a gentle smile, leaning down to nuzzle the top of his head as the other lathered his hands up. The wolf let out a soft moan as he was touched, his own hands resting to Atticus's hips and drawing him a bit closer. "Ya can look all ya want. Ya know that" he chuckled huskily.

Bubblebee: "I love your eyes but I'd rather look somewhere else, sir," he said before he could help himself.  He smiled at him, working his fingers in the man's short hair - Ciaran probably had a good time washing his.  Atticus hadn't cut his in some time, and he knew Ciaran liked it long.  Maybe he'd keep it a little longer, now that it was winter; not that it got too hot on the island anyway.  He cupped his hands to pour water over the man's head, before stopping.  "Wait, close your eyes, I don't want any to get in there," he told him, before reaching up to rinse him off.

Lecia: Even with the ‘Sir’ tacked on at the end, that was such an Atticus thing to say that it drew a genuine smile out of him. “Well look all ya like then. Ya know he likes the attention” he teased. Ciaran’s eyes closed as those thin fingers worked their magic on his own hair, letting out a series of soft moans and growls. “Fuck that feels so good..” he muttered, opening his peepers and smiling at the sight of his male’s hair starting to curl as it slowly dried. It truly touched his heart to see that he kept in on the long side, just for him. Ciaran nodded at his words, obediently closing his eyes. He was ready to dry off and slip under the sheets with mate, not even clothing between them as they slept.

Bubblebee: He nodded and giggled, rinsing out his hair quietly, softly humming under his breath, and starting to wash his body - especially on Ciaran's stomach, knowing full well where his spend ended up.  Besides, it gave him an extra excuse to run his hands along the man's muscles. Atticus was always truthfully a little jealous of that, because he just didn't have the body type to ever really look like that.  He noticed Ciaran staring and he smiled at him again, before starting to wash his face, and running the pads of his thumbs over his brows, like how the man does for him. It always feels so good.  He went back to washing his body again, running his hands by his hips again, his hands meeting in the middle, very close to his cock, before blushing and only slightly pulling back a little, looking to see his reaction.

Lecia: Ciaran gave another husky chuckle at the way the man's hands seemed to linger on his abs. His own hands just couldn't seem to stop touching Atticus, running along his back, up and down his arms, smoothing over his hair, and finishing with brushing softly along his lips. "Just can't touch ya enough" he muttered softly, closing his eyes as Atticus's thumbs ran over his brows, the way he did when his mate was upset. And yeah..he could see why he liked it so much. It really was such a soothing gesture. Annnnd then things took a turn. Ciaran looked down with a smirk when Atticus got so teasingly close to Ciaran Jr., who suddenly started to rise to attention. "Whatcha doin' there?" he chuckled.

Bubblebee: Even though he knew deep down he didn't deserve it, the hands that held and caressed him that way were everything he could have asked for.  An "Oh" escaped him, along with a shudder, at the man grazing a finger over his lips.  "Me too," he agreed.  His gaze was soft, but lingering, and his hands were moving with a mind of their own as he moved them everywhere.  They stayed put where they were and he looked up at Ciaran with a small smile.  Atticus moved even closer.  "I don't know... habit?" he tried, as if under a second hypnotism the man made especially for him.

Lecia: God..he could have stayed in that hazel gaze forever. Ciaran continued his own gentle exploration of his male, hands now drifting down Atticus's chest and smoothing over his thighs. So very close to his groin but also so far away. The other wasn't the only one who could be a tease, after all. One hand wrapped around the back of the man's neck, drawing him in for a kiss that was lazy and slow, but full of desire. "Habit?" he repeated with a chuckled. "That what I am to ya, a habit?" Ciaran teased, just the very tip of one finger brushing along Atticus's cock now. "Why ya lookin' at me like that.." he whispered.

Bubblebee: It's like the first time they discovered each other's bodies, and Atticus loved it. Before he knew it he was up close and personal, subtly moving in towards him without wholly realizing what it was he was doing.  His hands dropped so the tips of his fingers brushed at the top of CIaran's thighs. He kissed him back but he didn't move his hands, and he chuckled a little, before giving him a small smile and giggle again.  "I don't know," he said, shyly, but just as bubbly as his expression was, letting out a breath as he felt Ciaran's finger wander.  Atticus really didn't know - he was a little sleepy as it was, but he loved being with this man.  It was a tough call.

Lecia: Ciraran let out another breathy laugh, as Atticus moved closer. His strong arms wrapped around the man, pulling him flush against him, but also leaving a little space for their wandering hands. He deepened the kiss, tongue lightly teasing Atticus's lips, asking for entrance. The man had seemed about to fall asleep only moments before so Ciaran didn't want to start anything that he may not have been up for finishing. Because, he knew, that Atticus wouldn't tell him no right now. Breaking from the kiss, he rested his forehead to the others, looking into his eyes. "You're a bloody addiction" he chuckled softly, caressing his face. "But I know ya tired too. Wanna get to bed?" He tried his luck anyway, hoping for an honest answer.

Bubblebee: Their lazy kisses made him smile and he let Ciaran’s tongue tangle with his own. Warm skin on his made him feel safe and protected, and so calm that his hands fell short and just stilled, not making any movements to halt or continue.  Atticus was leaning just a little too much on the man for support, his eyes a little heavy lidded.  His lips followed quickly when they broke apart, but their foreheards together was enough, for now, he figured.  Bed? Atticus would very much be down for that.  While he really wanted that to mean some rest, he figured that if the man wanted to some spontaneous fun, he’d have to stay awake for that.  Atticus didn’t want him to get bored and run to someone else while the slave was tired .  “Okay, Ciaran!”

Lecia: When Atticus agreed to the bed, he smiled softly, relieved, and kissed him once more before putting enough space between their bodies to be able to get to his feet. "C'mon my love" he murmured, stepping out of the tub and extending a hand to help Atticus out as well. He then handed the man one of the towels, and pulled the plug on the tub before using the other for himself. Once they were both dry, he took the man's hand and led him into the bedroom. Pulling back the sheets, he slid naked between them with a long sigh, holding his arms out for Atticus. "My beautiful.." he mumbled, sounding rather sleepy now himself.

Bubblebee: He backed up when Ciaran signaled that he was about to stand, and he purposefully waited for Ciaran to go first because he was the master, for one, and so he could catch another nice little glimpse from a good spot for viewing.  Atticus graciously took the man's hand and stood, shivering a little at the cold air but happily took the towel, wrapping it around his shoulders.  He wiggled his toes a little, drying his feet on the mat so that nobody slipped and fell later.  He took his hand with a little smile and followed him,  He dried himself off a little bit more between finally sinking under the covers and looking at him softly, with tired eyes.  "You're tired!" he smiled.

Lecia: “Aye, ya wore me out” He grinned, tugging the man to him and enfolding him in his arms. A soft sigh, full on contentment, left him as their skin touched. Ciaran was tired, but truthfully it was more from the stress of worrying over Atticus than their sexual activity. Normally he would have had a good few rounds left in him. But he couldn’t let Atticus know that. Reaching over, he flicked off the lap, letting the late afternoon sun bathe the room in a golden glow. “I love ya” he whispered softly, leaning in for a sweet kiss. “Let’s get some rest”

Bubblebee: He laughed when he was pulled into his arms.  It worried him still, and Atticus knew he had a lot of people he had to make things up for. He understood that Ciaran was his master and that his word superseded everyone else's, but he had so much to make up for.  If the man wouldn't punish him, he would have to go around and beg for people's forgiveness somehow.  But for now, he would be content to just lay there with him until it was time for him to go out and find people.  Atticus was already making up a list in his head, but for now, he'd sleep (literally) with Ciaran.  "I love you too," he said, scooting forward into him so that his face was buried in his chest.

Lecia: Ciaran knew that he couldn't keep Atticus under lock and key...but damn the idea of it was tempting. The man was so hellbent on making things up to him, that it worried him that he was going to go around and try to find anyone else that he had 'wronged'. And that list was likely to contain a few unsavory types. People who would not only not think twice before taking advantage of his state, but would actually seek him out to do so. People like Kane.. The wolf's arms tightened around his male as he pressed his face into his fragrant curls, breathing deep to try and calm himself. It must have worked too, because he drifted off before he knew it.

Bubblebee: Atticus stalked through the forest at around one in the morning - after the word was spoken and after he finally stopped screaming.  That K in his chest still stung, on account of not doing much to help himself heal it.  And he really did not want Ciaran to know that was there, so he found a shirt cast aside on the ground somewhere and took it with him.  He'd managed to keep hold of his sweatpants as he moved from place to place and that sweater he wore that he really liked he'd have to find tomorrow, he thought in frustration.  Finally making it home, he quietly shut the door behind him, sinking down to the floor and greeting Merlin by placing him in his lap and letting Seamus lick his chin. "Ciaran?" he called out; not too loud and with a hoarse voice.  He was exhausted.

Lecia: It was over, finally. Ciaran didn't have the mind powers that Sabrina and Qhuinn did, but nearly anyone with a drop of supernatural blood in them had felt the magic in the air. So they also felt it when it was lifted. He closed up the pub and went right home, hoping that Atticus would be there. But no..no one greeted him but Seamus. Merlin peeked around the corner with a hopeful meow, then turned and left when it was apparent that he wasn't Atticus. "Nice to see you too fur ball" he muttered, feeding Seamus then heading upstairs. There was no way that he was sleeping just yet, so all that there was really left to do was try to unwind in a hot shower as he waited for his mate. Ciaran was just rinsing off his hair when he sensed the other, the man's voice floating upstairs not long after. "Shower!" he called back, as he shut off the water.

Bubblebee: He didn’t want to move, and he was so entrapped in his own thoughts that he barely heard Ciaran call back out after him, and he sighed.  Fuck, he felt hungover, except he remembered everything.  He quickly scampered up to their room, figuring he could change before Ciaran saw his chest or any of the other wounds he sustained. He tossed the dirty sweatpants into the hamper, and the t shirt he found out the window, and found other sweatpants and one of his big sweatshirts... then socks just in case.  He peeked his head in the bathroom, after a moment of hesitation.  “I’ll be downstairs,” he said quickly, before going down to the living room and desperately finding any movie that could distract him.  He picked the first Halloween movie because it wasn’t too gory and he was likely to find much scarier on the island than Michael Myers. The rope burns from that vampire felt hot under his clothes and the blanket he threw over himself, but he still pulled Merlin into his chest and curled up into a ball as the movie’s opening music played.

Lecia: Part of Ciaran wanted to hurry and finish, so that he could wrap his male in his arms and just hold on. But, he also knew how Atticus tended to get after things like this. He needed his space. And considering Ciaran had no idea what had gone down over the week when they hadn't been together..he didn't know just yet how much space to give him. So the wolf took his time, stepping out of the shower and slowly drying off, then going over to the large mirror over the sink to trim his beard. He heard Atticus moving around in their bedroom, and looked up when the male poked his head in. "Alright love. Be down in a bit" he smiled lightly, trying to keep his voice normal. Once he was done, he pulled on some boxers, track pants and a fresh Hanes. Then, as an afterthought, laid out their costumes for the party before finally going downstairs. Finding Atticus in his usual position in front of the TV, he watched him for a long moment before speaking. "Ya want some company? If not, I can leave ya alone"

Bubblebee: He heard Ciaran approach but didn’t move his head.  The music of the movie always set him off to make his heart race just a little faster, but it was perfect.  He’d get engrossed in the movie and, hopefully, forget about everything.  But no, they were cruel enough so he wouldn’t forget.  Suddenly accutely aware of himself and the burns and cuts he had sustained, knowing full well that was the kind of stuff Ciaran could sniff out, he curled up a little more, and Merlin pushed against his arms.  “Uh, sure,” he mumbled, looking at him from the side with a tight smile.

Lecia: Okay..that did not sound welcoming. Ciaran was sure that Atticus was annoyed with him for trying to keep him away from everyone else but could he really blame him? Even when he tried his hardest, he still failed to protect the person that he loved the most. The wolf crossed his arms and just looked down at his mate for a long moment, his own smile not reaching his eyes. Maybe he should just crash with Dougal for a few nights. “S’ok. Gonna make some pancakes actually. Hungry” Ciaran came over and dropped a soft kiss to Atticus’s forehead, nose crinkling at the scent of injury. He said nothing though, just gave him another small smile and went into the kitchen, Seamus at his heels.

Bubblebee: Noticing Ciaran staring, his eyes finally darted up to see him, he gave him a little half smile. He wasn’t quite sure if he was angry or not with Ciaran.  There was no way that the man did what he did with bad intentions; he knew that.  But regular Atticus - not whatever that thing was, would have just told him to chain him to the bed and feed him, no matter what he said.  He nodded when Ciaran told him what he was doing, and didn’t say anything for a moment, but he did scoff when Merlin jumped after Ciaran with the prospects of food. After a few minutes, he poked his head up a little, watching him for a few seconds.  “Can you make me some?” he mumbled.  He was starving, and definitely needed his energy up.  The fact that his head swam a little when he sat up was an indicator - he’d lost blood from injury and vampires and barely ate the whole time.  It was a wonder he didn’t pass out.  Atticus did stand to get two water bottles from the fridge and carry them back to his spot - he was thirsty as hell.

Lecia: Sometimes Ciaran wished that he would have just kept going when he took the male to Disney. Just got on another plane and gone back to Ireland and never came back to this godforsaken place. It was hell on Atticus, to still be fucked with (he was assuming) even after he was claimed. There was no safe place, no matter how hard he tried. The wolf scrubbed his face and tried to focus, least he burnt the fucking place down while trying to make the simplest thing without his mate's assistance. He chuckled a bit when the fur ball followed him, but of course followed up with an obliging handful of treats. At Atticus's request, he nodded with a small smile. "'Course darlin'. Chocolate chip, or plain? Bacon?" he asked, watching the man carefully as he came into the kitchen. Yeah..he was injured in some way. This was more than just being pissed over what had happened. Before Atticus could leave the kitchen, he wrapped a hand around his wrist gently and pulled him back, taking his face in his hands and kissing him softly. "Love ya.." he murmured with a smile, then released him.

Bubblebee: “Don’t make my cat fat,” he lazily called when he heard the bag of treats being ruffled. He looked up at Ciaran when he was pulled in his direction and while he didn’t kiss him back, he returned the sentiment.  “You too,” he said, then went back to sit on the couch.  The movie played in the background but he was too busy overthinking to really notice it too much.  He didn’t know what to think.  Atticus barely even felt like his body was his own anymore; even more than he felt when he wasn’t claimed.  At least back then he actively avoided those he hated - now, he had sought them out for some godforsaken reason.  He couldn’t believe how much he convinced himself he needed to be a ‘good boy’ - it made him want to throw up, which is exactly what he wanted to do.  “Oh, um, yeah, chocolate chips and bacon are fine, sorry,” he said, absentmindedly.  He downed over half the first water bottle in just a few gulps.  Atticus couldn’t stand the normalcy, despite everything, but he didn’t know what to say, or how to say it - so he didn’t.

Lecia: He didn't kiss him back. Ciaran knew that Atticus was upset and therefore didn't want to look too deeply into the non-action. But it hurt. A lot. He had meant for the gesture to be comforting and reassuring, and felt like his efforts had been given a giant middle finger. But this wasn't about him, that he had to keep reminding himself. So the wolf just nodded and let Atticus go, then put on some coffee for himself and started to gather what he needed. It occurred to him then that Atticus hadn't answered his question about what he'd wanted, another obvious sign that he wasn't himself. Just when he was about to ask, the man called out. "Alright love, ya got it" he called back, with about as much enthusiasm, then got started, glad to have something to put his focus in.

Bubblebee: Atticus had to just... do something, he didn’t know.  He wanted to take a walk but it was so fucking late and the last thing he wanted was for someone to take advantage even further, even when he had the capability to shove people off and away - something that would not matter should someone supernatural come his way.  It sucked.  So much to the point where he was highly debating just skipping ahead towards the murders in the movie, as a reminder it could always be worse.  “Do you want my help, sir- fuck !”  No!  He did not want to start that shit again.  He leaned forward, groaning in frustration with his head in his hands and just slumped back on the sofa again.  “Did you go all crazy like the others did too?” he asked.

Lecia: It was by sheer force of will and determination that Ciaran finished cooking those pancakes without starting a bloody fire. Because his head, not normally all that great with domestic things as it was, was certainly not in the game. And his heart was in the other room with Atticus. He felt helpless, not a new thing but something that he was getting tired of nonetheless. A real great 'protector' he had turned out to be.. Ciaran flinched at the 'sir', nearly dropping the glass bowl that he was pouring the batter from. "Nah..I'm good love. Ya just relax" he called back, catching the drips rather expertly, then flipping the back. The wolf was silent at Atticus's next question, heaving a deep sigh before he answered, with a simple, blunt "No"

 Bubblebee: He was kicking himself.  So he still seemed to have some lingering effects of that shit, it seemed.  Atticus had to attest it to him wanting to do nothing but 'serve' anything that moved for the past week and he hated it - he was really hoping that nobody would think that was some sort of permanent change. He had no issue making it clear with a few cans of spray paint and access to property.  But it really pissed him off how much he seemed to have fallen into the trap they set for him.  It made him really feel like some lowly human, hypnotized and compelled at the drop of a hat... or the announcement of one word.  He slumped into the couch.  "I'm so tired," he whined, quietly, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. Atticus felt a lick on his hand, that had dropped to graze the floor, and he shook it away.  "Fuck off Merlin," he grumbled, but the kitten jumped up and snuggled right between his knees.  "That's good, at least one of us didn't go completely insane," he said, bitterly but truthfully.  Atticus had no idea what made masters go berserk and what didn't; with that, he was left in the dark.  He barely noticed things were different, with his state.

Lecia: The coffee pot started to beep at him, but it was music to Ciaran's ears. He didn't usually drink full octane in the middle of the fucking night, but he hoped it would help clear the lingering fog from his mind. Plus, it wasn't as if he were going to be sleeping. Even if Atticus did eventually pass out, the bonded male in him was pacing and growling to do something, even if it were just watching over his mate as he slept. He poured himself a mug of liquid sanity, taking it black as always, and just stood there inhaling the fragrant steam for a moment before taking an actual sip. Then it was flipping the pancakes for their final turn, and serving up the bacon. Hearing Atticus's whine, he sighed lightly. "Go on up to bed then, I'll bring it up on a tray" he suggested, though he was pretty sure he'd have better luck with Seamus doing what he asked. The man's next words had him grounding down on his molars, not saying a word. No..it wasn't good. He had been here long enough to know what that meant. Masters were fucked with when they did something 'wrong' in the eyes of the Administration. Which meant that accepting sexual favors from his male, even though it was just a normal night for them, had been 'right'. Fuck them, fuck all of this...

Bubblebee: Even though Atticus didn't drink coffee, and had no desire to, it smelled so good, mixed with the pancakes.  He was prepared to drown the whole thing in syrup and powdered sugar and down as much chocolate milk as his stomach could handle.  "No, I don't want to get syrup all over the bed like last time," he mumbled.  "I felt bad watching you clean it up.  I can eat at the table like a normal person... I'll do whatever I have to to be a normal person."  Plus he didn't want to have to move Merlin all over the place, until he absolutely had to, and if he just sat up there waiting, he would overthink and go ballistic... even a part of him spitefully wanted to do it anyway.  It was confusing; he knew that Ciaran thought that was best but... everything about this week was tainted.  He was mad at everyone and anyone.  "Sorry I was a freak, I guess."

Lecia: Ciaran couldn't resist a soft laugh at that. Ah yes..the syrup incident. One of the few times a frugal person like him had wanted to throw something out and replace just because it was a pain in the ass to clean. "Alright darlin'. I certainly can't begrudge ya that much. Ya do what ya need to do." he called back, then piled the pancakes on a huge platter and set that and the bacon in the middle of the table. Grabbing two plates and some utensils, he set those out too, as well as a glass for Atticus. "All ready darlin'" he called, turning off the stove and cleaning a few things up. He wouldn't sit and eat until his male was served. Atticus's next words had him smirking a little, as he shook his head. Yeah the man had been freaky as fuck, but he would never admit that. "Wasn't your fault love, ya know that"

 Bubblebee:  “Thanks.”  It meant something to him, though.  He knew Ciaran was making conscious steps to let Atticus decide on whatever it was he wanted to do.  And, after a week of yes only, in a place like this - the freedom of choice was very appreciated.  He stood with a sigh, taking the blanket around his shoulders even though he was already a little warm.  “Thank you,” he said, a little more sincerely, hunching over a little.  He didn’t want Ciaran staring at him like he was some freak science experiment gone wrong.  Atticue cut his food into the little bits and pieces before drowning it in syrup like normal.  The thought of food made his stomach turn, but he knew it was mostly his appetite talking - he hadn’t had decent food in days and he could practically feel his stomach trying to eat itself.  He ignored the man’s last sentence, and just started eating, little piece by little piece. Everything seemed tense and he couldn’t stand it, but he had no idea what to say about it.

Lecia: Ciaran had never really been the coddling type, but it was really hard to not let his natural protective instincts go in that direction. Atticus needed time and space to feel normal and like his own person again. Or at least as much as he could in this place. And Ciaran was more than welcome to give that to him. In fact, the thought of staying with Dougal or someone was sounding more and more like the better thing to do. Maybe he'd bring it up. The wolf fixed his own plate and topped off his coffee, then sat across from Atticus and began to eat as well. Or tried to. The air between them was so thick with tension that he seemed to seep into his own body, making swallowing difficult. If Atticus was pissed it him, it was his own damn fault. He should have rejected whatever advances the man made towards him and dealt with the outcome them. Instead of..taking advantage of him. "Look.." he finally spoke, his voice low. "Ya want me to leave for a few days? Give ya your space? I don't mind, really. You're the one who's been through shit this week. I just wanna do right by ya and give ya what ya need"

Bubblebee: This was okay - it felt like normal, as if they were sitting down for a really, really early breakfast.  It was like how it normally was, with the two eating and Seamus begging and Merlin sniffing at something on the opposite end of the table.  Atticus nibbled at his bite sized pieces, aiming specifically for the ones with more chocolate chip pieces than not.  He'd absentmindedly swirl them around in the syrup before remembering that he actually had to eat.  He brought the water bottles with him and kept steadily drinking, knowing that was probably more important.  Atticus looked up when Ciaran spoke, and paused for a little as he thought. "I don't know," he said, honestly.  He didn't think it would be the most fair thing, because while they shared the place, it was primarily Ciaran's - it's not like Atticus was paying it off or anything. Technically, it should be Atticus that would leave.  He just kept fishing his pancake chunks around the plate.  He breathed in hard and a little shakily.  "I'm sorry, I don't know... I'm still catching up with this week, I think."

Lecia: Ciaran ate, heartily as always, but his gaze rarely strayed from his mate. He didn't mean to go all creeper on him, but aside from being worried, he was just so damn glad to see Atticus back to himself again. Gone was the glassy haze from his eyes, and that submissive smile that had honestly creeped him the fuck right out. So even though the man was understandably upset and confused, he was Atticus again. And that was enough for him right now. Ciaran stuffed a bite of bacon topped pancakes in his mouth, chewing slowly as Atticus thought over his offer. He considered the cabin to be as much the male's as it was his, so it didn't seem like a big deal for him to take off for a few days of that was with the other needed. "It's alright darlin'. Ya don't have to give me an answer now. I get it. And that's why I offered. Figured ya would want a few days to yourself. Open ended offer though" he nodded, reaching across the small table to lightly squeeze the man's arm.

Bubblebee: Atticus was really happy to have control of himself again, but that didn’t mean he felt the same.  He was well aware he had a kinkier side that always wondered what it was like to just submit under to someone like this, but now that he did it, he hated it.  The gross memories if wanting to just be some doll without his consent was gnawing at him.  He remembered those he went to, the reasons he gave, how he begged to be taken advantage of - it was the biggest mindfuck he could think of since that rental he couldn’t remember a single thing about.  It drove him absolutely up the wall to think about. Yes, he could really use a few days alone, but then he’d probably forget to eat or shower and he’d just be a vegetable on the couch for a weekend.  Realistically, Ciaran needed to be here to make him not wither away, like he felt he already begun to.  Atticus kept picking at his food, ripping pieces of bacon into smaller and smaller pieces.  His gaze was blankly fixed on the wood of the table, jolted out when he felt the hand on his arm.  Atticus pulled back, retreating the limb to his body and shut his eyes, already feeling tears pool but he refused to let them fall.  “No, not- not now,” he mumbled, his voice heavy and nearly cracking. “I’m sorry, but just please don’t touch me right now.”

Lecia: Well..that was pretty much all of the answer that he needed. If he couldn't even touch or comfort his mate, then what use was he? Dark brows lowered over his eyes when Atticus pulled away. Not out of anger, but out of hurt. Something he knew he had no right to feel, but he couldn't help it either. "Sorry..sorry.." he muttered softly, tossing back the rest of his coffee, then getting to his feet and clearing the table save for what Atticus was still pushing around. He put his plates in the dishwasher and the leftover pancakes in the fridge, then finished cleaning what he had messed up while cooking. His mind was already made up now. He needed to leave, for his sake as well as Atticus's. He turned to face the man, a hand raking through his dark hair. "I'll go. Just gonna throw a few things together, and I'll be outta your hair. I'll be at Dougal's if ya need me" Not sure what else to say, Ciaran just nodded then, and headed upstairs.

Bubblebee: Man... that’s what he was trying to avoid.  He hadn’t looked up but everything he needed to hear, he heard.  Atticus just further nibbled and picked at his food, and even though his stomach grumbled, he found it very hard not to spit back out the food he already started to chew.  Atticus looked back up when he heard the scuffling around stop, brows furrowing in confusion at Ciaran’s words.  He may not have known what exactly it was that he wanted, but just that little bit rubbed him the wrong way.  “Outta my hair?” he asked himself, quietly, once Ciaran was upstairs.  He breathed in deeply and wiped hastily at his eyes before he really started.  “I’m sorry this is so hard for you,” he called, bitterly.  A guilty conscience for one fucking wasn’t anything compared to the shit this fake Atticus did.  Deep down, he knew this was for his benefit, but something about it still pissed him off.  “Next time I’ll remember your feelings when I’m getting hypnotized and compelled, yeah?”

Lecia: Ciaran took the steps two at a time, rummaging around in his closet until he found a duffel bag. He tossed in a few days worth of boxers and socks, and a few pairs of jeans and some shirts. Atticus's voice floated up to him as clear as if he were standing right there. the words making a muscle along his jaw twitch in annoyance. He felt like no matter what he did in this situation, it was going to be the wrong thing somehow. Trusting his gut was all he had, and it still told him to leave. Going into the bathroom, he grabbed his toothbrush and a few other toiletries, then paused. The sight of Atticus's toothbrush standing alone now made him feel a deep and sudden sadness, but he shook it off. A few days to give the poor man a chance to get his head back on straight, and he'd be back. Shit, he'd still see him at the party and at the pub, so it was almost as if he wasn't even leaving. The thought of sleeping without him in his arms though caused his chest to tighten and his eyes to sting. But everything still pointed to right out the front door. Sighing, he stuffed his feet in his boots and grabbed the bag, then went downstairs. Knowing it best to not engage Atticus in a fight, he just shook his head. "I'm sorry" he repeated. "That's not how I meant it. I'll..see ya later. Just let me know when you're ready for me to come back." Ciaran walked to the door, flinching at Seamus's confused whine. He put his hand on the doorknob, then paused. "I love ya" he called to his mated, then opened the door and left, closing it quietly behind him.

Bubblebee: Shit, he was really doing it, wasn’t he?  Atticus got no response, and wasn’t sure if he expected to get one or not. Regardless, it made him feel sour. He dropped his fork, which clattered onto the plate and he pushed it away, folding his arms and putting his head down, making something of a makeshift pillow.  The sleeves of his sweatshirt accumulated some of his escaped tears, and he stilled when he felt Ciaran’s presence behind him, but it almost made him feel worse.  “Come back,” he said, as soon as he heard the door close.  He stood quickly and went to the door, opening it and scanning the dark for Ciaran.  He was openly crying now.  “Please don’t leave the house tonight, I’m scared.  I don’t know what to think, but now I think you hate me and I just want to touch people on my own terms and I don’t want to feel bad about that because I did for a whole week,” he spilled, hiccuping at the end.  “I don’t know how I feel but I know it isn’t good and I don’t know what to do-“  He stopped to breathe in and our a few times.  

Lecia: Ciaran took his time, crossing the porch slowly then even pausing before he descended the old wooden stairs. He really didn't know what to expect, as Atticus could just let him go out of bitterness or admit that he wanted him to stay. His boot had just hit the second step when he head that faint 'come back', then a moment later the door opened and there he was, looking even worse than he had when he'd left. Guilt settled in Ciaran's chest, giving it that tight feeling once again. Yet if he'd stayed, he would have felt like he was in the way. Fucked if he did, fucked if he didn't. The wolf sighed softly and fully turned to face his mate, blue eyes soft in the moonlight. "Darlin'..it would take a fuck of a lot more than this to make me hate ya. I've told ya that before. I love ya way too damn much for a few pissy words or a stupid fight to change my mind. I understand, okay? I really do. I just..I don't fuckin' know what to do or think either. I thought ya would have been better off with some time to yourself. But I'll do whatever ya need me to do" Ciaran nodded with a small smile, walking past Atticus back into the cabin. He dropped his bag by the door and closed them both in again. "Ya get some rest. I'll be down here, need to grade some tests and shit. I'll sleep on the couch" Ciaran gave the man another small smile and a nod, then went in the kitchen for another cup of coffee.

Bubblebee: He nodded, hugging his stomach.  He knew that Ciaran never meant anything but harm when it came to Atticus, but he didn't know what to think about anything, right now.  Besides, he still wasn't entirely sure how he felt about what went down between the two.  He was mad, but he wasn't.  It was confusing.  He sighed, nearly groaning.  "I don't know, probably!" he agreed.  "Yeah, I want to be alone, but not like, alone alone.  I'd at least like to have the option that I'm not totally by myself in the house - and they don't count!"  He pointed to the animals, then shook his head.  "No, I wanna take the couch.  In case I can't sleep, I'll have the TV or something, I'll keep it low in case you're trying to sleep."  He just wished instead of walking out, he could have talked with him. Things were still tense, but he almost would have rather have had this than sitting alone and worrying all night. Atticus needed to make sure he ate and slept and if he was this stressed, he was going to be awful at doing it by himself.  He sat down at the table and drew his legs up to his chest.  "Thanks for locking me in a room.  You tried, but I'm sorry it didn't work... and I'm sorry, I have to ask, it's gonna eat away at me - why didn't you do that at first?"

Lecia: Ciaran figured that he should probably bring his bag upstairs. He knew that leaving it by the door that way looked like his staying was just a temporary thing. But really, for all he knew, it was. By morning, Atticus could feel differently and want him gone. So there the duffel stayed. "Alright, I'm sorry. I jumped the gun there by leavin', I admit that. I thought it was best though, but I see now that I was wrong" He leaned down and gave Seamus's head a reassuring ruffle, then outright hugged the dog, hating the confused look in his intelligent eyes. "S'okay pal, I'm here for now" he muttered, rising again and pegging Atticus with a soft look and a nod. "That's fine. I ain't tired though, so I'll be right here in the room with ya, at my desk. That gonna bother ya? I can go upstairs if it will" Ciaran poured himself just half a mug this time, as he did want to sleep at some point during the night. He took a swing, then turned to Atticus, brows arched when the man actually thanked him for what he had done. "Welcome..I guess" he muttered, with a short laugh. "It seemed..cruel. Even thought it was for your safety and your own good, it seemed like somethin' someone would do to someone that they owned. And I don't own ya..no matter what anyone says"

Bubblebee: He looked at Seamus and Ciaran, and immediately felt bad.  How could he let the man leave the dog for a few days?  It's not like Seamus would know what was going on.  But Atticus also wouldn't be able to leave Merlin, for the same reasons.  "I understand," he said softly.  "I'm not entirely sure how I'm gonna feel a few hours from now, I'll be honest with you."  Probably more tired, at the least.  He shook his head.  "No. No bother.  Is the TV gonna be a bother?  I can't imagine papers are that fun."  Their conversation seemed almost forced, and he didn't like it.  It felt like they were back at square one. "Ciaran, I don't want this to turn into something like last time we butt heads, and it's different now because we live together and I know you always say that what other people say don't matter, but it does, and I know you know it does."  Administration wouldn't have these types of things if it didn't.  "I'm still technically your responsibility, at the end of the day..." He sighed.  "And I know you know that isn't what I mean..." Atticus looked up at him, with sad eyes.

Lecia: Ciaran sighed, looking down into the nearly black liquid of his mug then back at Atticus again. "I'm real sorry" he muttered again. "I shouldn't have left like that. That was..fuckin' stupid. I know that the last thing ya need to feel right now is abandoned, and I'm sorry if I made ya feel that way" Ciaran sighed, finally looking up to meet his gaze again, his own clearly embarrassed at his rash actions. "Nah, I'm one of those people who can't work in complete silence. Gotta have the TV or music on or somethin'" He grinned, then sighed deeply as Atticus went on. He was right, things did feel like they had back when they'd had their last big fight and he had left again, because he'd thought it was best. Maybe one of these days he would be honest with himself and admit that he was just scared of the hard stuff. He ground at his molars at that last bit though. "Just because I know that in some situations it has to matter, that still don't mean that I don't give a flyin' fuck what people think of me. What I do is my own bloody business" Ciaran sighed, moving a little closer to him. "Ya are my responsibility..but not because of what that form represents. Ya my responsibility because you're my mate, and it is my duty and my privilege to protect ya. Can ya understand the distinction?" he asked quietly. "I love ya, more than I can ever express. And that is why I do what I do.."

Bubblebee: He nodded, resting his chin on his knees again.  Atticus still felt that way, a little bit, because Ciaran moving to leave kept playing in his head, even though it didn't matter now, because he was here and staying, for the time being.  And he understood what Ciaran meant, he really did.  "This Atticus gets that, don't worry," he said, dryly attempting to joke.  "And I disagree, a little.  That paper does say that you're responsible for me, even if you don't look at that way. I don't either, I promise you that, but that's not how the administration sees it.  And what they say has to matter a little because they're the ones that pull this shit."  He stood and took Ciaran's hand, carefully, leading him to the couch. "It's more comfortable here," he reasoned, sitting down and keeping the man's hand in his.  Baby steps.  Atticus looked up at him, about to speak, but his mouth closed and his lips quivered quickly, and he looked down into his lap, eyes welling up. "I couldn't say no for a whole week, and I had to live all that shit...  Didn't you know that?" he asked, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.

Lecia: The weight of what he had almost done seemed to hit Ciaran suddenly. If he had been faster, or Atticus not have come after him, he could have caused irreversible damage to their relationship. Just because he was a fucking coward. The man swayed a little on his feet, tossing back the rest of the coffee and just leaving the mug on the counter instead of putting it in the sink or dishwasher like he normally would have. Atticus's little joke did make him smile, but the gesture was shaky. He was such a goddamn idiot.. "I know.." he muttered, rubbing his face. "But they would pull it no matter how I treated ya. No one wins..they do everythin' that they can to make sure we know that" The male took his hand then, and Ciaran held his breath, as if afraid to scare him off. And he really was. He followed dutifully to the couch though, sinking into the worn soft leather with a sigh. His thumb dared to rub a slow circle against that smooth skin, before he stopped, thinking that was too much. At the question he sighed again, his free hand in danger of rubbing his face right off his skull. "I wasn't completely sure. I tried to tell ya no but I gave in, thinkin' it would help ya just..relax. So no..I wasn't entirely sure" Now that he was though, he felt like hurling all those pancakes and bacon right back up again. "I'm sorry.. I failed ya, again, didn't I?"

Bubblebee: Ciaran had a point.  There were some who were in awful claims and it’s not like the administration went easy on them, because their masters were doing their job.  Or some they had trained to be their own perfect slave; so really, what was the point?  Might as well do whatever, then.  He shook his head and his shoulders sagged.  “Ciaran, you took me back here, I stuck my hand down your pants, and then we went to the couch,” he said, sighing.  “That doesn’t sound like a ‘no’ to me.  And I wasn’t anything like me...”  He head swam and he sat back.  “Look, I can understand your thought process, I guess.  No one had any warning whatsoever, and at least you had control over your body for the week, but... you had control of yourself, okay, I didn’t.  And it was a really scary thing because I don’t even know half the people I ended up with.  I just went with them.”  Atticus balled up the end of his sleeve in his good hand and wiped his eyes.  “Okay, I would have done anything that was asked of me, especially coming from you.  I did do everything that was asked of me.”  He sighed sadly, but Ciaran’s hand was the only tether he had to not totally panicking.  “I love you, that won’t change.  But I really don’t love what you did...”  Atticus curled up a little and wiped his eyes with his sweatshirt sleeve again.

Lecia: Ciaran sat quietly, just taking in everything that Atticus said and accused him of. And he could feel it, those walls around his heart that the male knocked down: they slowly started to build back up again. He didn't blame Atticus, not even a little bit. But he didn't think this was all that fair either. He did the best he could with everything that this island threw at them, he tried to do right by the man that he loved. Everything that he did, it seemed, was done with Atticus's best interests in mind. And everything was wrong. Ciaran sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. His feelings didn't matter. He understood and accepted that, and gladly pushed aside his own fears and insecurities. But how long could he realistically do this? The urge to leave hit him so hard again, but he didn't give in to it. At the very least, he wouldn't knowingly fuck that up. He did need to be by himself though. He gave the man's hand a gentle squeeze then let go, rising and going into the kitchen. There he easily found a bottle of whiskey, fuck the glasses. Unscrewing the cap, he took a long swing, savoring the burn, before he came back in the living room and spoke again. "I'm sorry. I can't say that enough, and I can't even begin to make it up to ya. Nor can I even imagine how that must have felt for ya. But I tried Atticus. This shit...it don't come with an instruction manual for me either. I did what I thought was best, just as I always do when it comes to ya. If I had tied ya to the bed for the week, for all I fuckin' know we could be havin' this exact same conversation, but because I did somethin' cruel and treated ya like somethin' that I own. I didn't fuckin' know Atticus. How was I to bloody know.." Navy eyes stung with tears, as he took another long swallow. "I'm sorry that I failed ya. I am so fuckin' sorry, and I will forever regret this. I would promise that it won't happen again but we both know that's bullshit. All that I can do is promise that I will continue to try my best, and give ya everythin' that I have, just as I've always done. Sometimes I may be right..sometimes it may be this. And I'm sorry for that. In spite of everythin'..I guess under it all I'm just human too. Sometimes I fuck up too." Ciaran gave the man a rueful smile, then went over and grabbed his laptop, tucking it under his arm. Drunk grading seemed like another bad idea, but maybe he would get lucky and his students would benefit from it, if nothing else. "I'll be upstairs if ya need anythin'. I love ya too, okay? Whatever you're feelin' right now..please don't ever doubt that" He gave the man one more long, sad look, then nodded and went up the stairs to their bedroom, leaving the door open just in case.

Bubblebee: He shook his head.  “I’m not...” He sighed, and let Ciaran say his peace, because he didn’t interrupt Atticus.  But his words made him grow sadder.  He wasn’t blaming Ciaran for how the island was and okay, now that he saw a little more of his thought process, things began to make some more sense.  If the tables were turned, and Atticus had to watch him become a puppet, he’d probably do a lot worse.  At least Ciaran had a decent thought process.  He let him go upstairs, and sat there with Merlin for a little bit, to really let what the man said sink in, then calmly walked upstairs and sat down on the bed with his cat in his lap.  “I know you’re sorry,” he told him.  “And this isn’t me saying I’m gonna ask to be unclaimed or anything; I’d never say that.  Not after everything.”  He sighed again, softly.  His head hurt, and he chalked it up to dehydration and being tired.  He wouldn’t be totally shocked if he didn’t remember this in the morning.  “And you’re wrong, we can plan as best as we can.  Now we know; it sucks we didn’t think to plan before, but what’s done is done.” Atticus shook his head.  “What I can’t get past is why you seem to think you aren’t allowed to screw up.  Not every blip is signs for ending things.”  It might be a big blip, yes, and Atticus won’t be totally happy about it for some time, but he couldn’t hold him accountable for doing what he truly thought was best - these circumstances were less black and white.  “All I ask is that you just let me figure out what I’m feeling without you thinking worst case scenario,” he told him.  It made him think Ciaran was expecting it to be suddenly over, which hurt a little.

Lecia: Ciaran stripped down to just his boxers and that ever present plain white Hanes, and stretched out on the bed. His laptop sat unused next to him, but the whiskey bottle? That was another story. The damn thing was nearly half empty already, because he was in no fucking glass-half-full kind of mood. His plan seemed like a pretty good one too, to finish that bottle as he recounted all of his failures again. Hey, you had to have goals. Hearing Atticus come up the stairs, he couldn’t help but tense. He did not want to fight.. The male seemed calm though, as he sat with that kitten in his lap. Seamus, who had naturally followed him up, lifted his head from the bed and thumped his tail twice in greeting. Ciaran, on the other hand, took another long swig and waited silently for Atticus to say what he needed to say. His brow furrowed at the first part, as that had been the furthest thing from his mind. It was good to know though, he wouldn’t deny that. He nodded, giving him a gentle but tired smile, and let him continue. Okay...now that part he had to disagree with. “How?” He muttered, his voice whiskey rough already. “How can we plan for shit that we don’t know love? Everythin’ is always different. It’s a new head fuck each time. So how?” He asked, truly hoping that the man had an answer, because he sure as bloody hell didn’t. And yeah..he had to disagree with more. “You’re wrong there” Ciaran muttered quietly. “When my fuck ups mean ya get hurt then no..I ain’t allowed to make mistakes. Not when the cost is this high. I gotta do better. And I swear to ya that I will try” He sighed, closing his eyes wearily. For a moment it probably looked to Atticus that he had passed out, but then those midnight eyes cracked open again. “That’s exactly what I was tryin’ to do when I left darlin’. I was givin’ ya time and space to think about whatever ya needed to think about. I’m sorry that I went about that the wrong way too. And, I never thought this was it. I’m sorry too if I gave ya that impression. Trust me..if I thought we were over, I wouldn’t be this calm” He smiled tightly, extending a hand to the other. “I know we’ll get through this. I have more faith in us than I do in myself” he admitted in a whisper.

Bubblebee: "We break it down as simply as we can," he said.  "Like, let's say there's a scenario like this, where one of us doesn't have any control over themselves.  If it's me, I give you permission to just lock me in a room and keep me like, alive, and then this way, since it's my idea, it's not anyone's fault but my own.  And then if it's you that doesn't have control over it, you come up with something you would like me to do.  It's like rules we make for each other to do, in case we need them, does that make sense?" he asked.  "We would just have to promise each other that no matter what, we stick to the rules we make.  It's always going to be one of us getting hurt, we just need to figure out damage control.  There's never going to be a situation where we outsmart them."  He stroked Merlin's fur, and the kitten was falling asleep.  "We both agreed that a claim isn't guaranteed safety.  I understand that sometimes there's things that you can't help, and it's impossible for me to be upset at you for that.  And you're older and smarter than me, so I'm going to have to just trust your judgement with some of these things - master dynamic aside, we both know you will probably always know best.  It's just something I have to remember sometimes... I don't want to be isolated, necessarily, but in my own little bubble, for now, so I can process."  Atticus took his hand and squeezed it gently.  "I'd hug you, but I think Merlin would bite me..."  His voice went soft.  "I understand you thought that was best.  I know you weren't trying to take advantage of me... it's just when everyone else did, it's just a little hard to make that distinction.  I can be mad at the whole week, period, but I know that you aren't like them.  This week isn't your fault ."

Lecia: Ciaran wanted a cigarette. So badly that his body seemed to twitch. But he didn't allow himself that luxury. He never smoked inside, for the sake of Atticus and the pets. And he wasn't about to move from this spot, not as long as they were talking things out. So all he had was ol' faithful. He took another pull from the bottle, dark eyes rapt on his male as he took in everything that he said. He really didn't feel all that much older and wiser now, not when Atticus had the ability to be so logical after everything that he had been through. "That makes a fuck of a lot of sense" he nodded, giving the man a small smile. Small, but very grateful. "I can do that. I'll do whatever it takes to ensure your safety, and that this doesn't happen again. I promise ya that. You're wrong about somethin' else though: I am in no way wiser than ya. Not by far. So if my judgement seems shit about somethin', then ya need to promise that you'll tell me. If we're gonna trust each other, then that's the only way it'll work" he pointed out, then nodded. "I get that. I'll stay until ya tell me to leave, but I'll give ya your space, he promised, running this thumb over Atticus's hand. He let out a short laugh at his words, but the sound was tight. All he wanted to do was hold him. He would be patient though, he'd wait. Ciaran closed his eyes as Atticus continued, the bottle still finding it's way to his mouth. "I understand. Thank ya though. It sounds stupid..but I do need the reassurance. It's a head duck for me too, that's how they want it" He sighed bitterly, then cracked his eyes open again. "I love ya, Atticus Carmine. So fuckin' much, with everythin' that I am. I love ya"

Bubblebee: "Oh, good," he said, relieved.  He was partially worried he was talking out of his ass.  Atticus snorted bitterly.  "It's cause I don't want to have to have a conversation like this again," he said, honestly, easing the bottle from Ciaran's hand and taking a drink himself, before handing it back.  He looked over with a subdued, but amused smile.  Not that this was a burden or anything, but all their previous issues stemmed from them both being too stubborn to not talk to each other. Atticus didn't want to deal with that now, especially not when he had his own issues to worry about. "It's only for if one of us can't control ourselves.  If we both can't, we can't do much.  Otherwise we'll just be able to talk to each other, I think.  Somehow.  Hopefully. Hopefully we'll be somewhat conscious enough to decide for ourselves."  He couldn't see himself telling Ciaran to totally get lost, but he didn't want to be smothered.  There were some things, even little things like that, that would make him a lot more comfortable if he could control them.  "I know," he assured, rubbing Ciaran's hand with his thumb. "And I know you love me, I love you too."  His head dropped against his shoulder for a moment, then scooped Merlin in his arms some. "And I love you, even when you parkour at three am."  He looked over at Ciaran.  "I'm gonna sleep on the couch tonight, anyway, in case I can't sleep.  You still have to teach tomorrow and all that." Plus it would give him time to figure out how to hide the rope burns and the K he carved into his skin.

Lecia: Ciaran gave him a soft smile, then barked out a laugh when Atticus snorted. "Neither do I sweetheart, neither do I. Believe me..I would much rather be comfortin' ya right now than anythin' else. So I get ya" He didn't protest when Atticus took the bottle, as one: he had had enough. And two, the man deserved something to take the edge off as well. So when he handed it back, Ciaran simply put it on the nightstand for them to share. Reading that smile, he let out another chuckle and shook his head. He didn't know what the man was thinking in that particular moment, but he guessed it was along the same line as what he was. That at least they were accomplishing something now, and not just stubbornly avoiding each other or the real problem. WoHoo for progress. "Aye, that makes sense. It's a good idea darlin', really" It was a good idea..but only if the exact same thing happened again. What would they do if something completely new and different and even more fucked up was served to them next time? Ciaran didn't want to discourage Atticus by bringing that up though and really, whatever happened they would tackle it together. That was the main thing. He gave another small smile, letting out a soft breath when Atticus's head fell to his shoulder. Shit..he wanted so badly to wrap him in his arms and not let go till morning. He refrained though, even when Atticus said that he would sleep downstairs. He would have him back by his side when the other was ready, he knew that. "Unfortunately yes" he chuckled, then seemed to stop breathing. Now that Atticus was closer, he was smelling things that he hadn't smelt downstairs, where food and coffee had masked other scents. "What's that smell.." he muttered, suddenly looking down at Atticus sharply.

Bubblebee: "I know, I just want to sleep in my own little bubble for right now... I'm probably not going to school tomorrow, as a heads up," he told him.  He knew he didn't have to tell Ciaran his daily schedule, but he liked doing it anyway, always afraid the man would somehow get in trouble for Atticus doing something he shouldn't be doing.  "I just mean if one of us ever doesn't have control over ourselves again.  And what if it does happen again?  I don't know if that word was a one time deal or whatever.  Just in case, y'know?"  He was just wiped out, now nervous he'll have to crawl down the stairs. When the man's tone changed, he frowned, looking over at him and a little surprised at the expression he gave. Not putting two and two together, he shrugged.  "I don't know, Ciaran, you smell a lot of things," he said.  "I haven't showered?"  He held up Merlin and sniffed him.  "It's not him."

Lecia: "Aye, that's fine on both accounts love. I kinda imagine there won't be too many people around tomorrow. Kinda thought about knockin' off myself but..I wanna get back to normal. Ya know?" Ciaran shrugged a little, smiling over at his male. He still didn't dare tug him close like he ached to, but his lips did brush a curl in a whisper of a kiss. And yeah..he caught that whiff of something again. "Aye..I know love. Now that the whole..thing..has been set though, I wouldn't put it past them to use it on us again without any warnin'. But ya right, now we know what to do" He smiled, but it didn't last long. Atticus didn't seem to be trying to be evasive, but he wasn't being honest either. "No..it's comin' from ya. Not just the whole..not showered thing though. It smells..burnt. Hurt. Someone hurt ya..." Ciaran pulled back a little and looked Atticus over. But there was no anger or accusation in his gaze..only guilt. If he had gotten hurt, it would be all his fault.

Bubblebee: Atticus relaxed and sighed softly when he felt Ciaran kiss his head, and he smiled.  It made him feel a little better to know that they had some semblance of a plan.  It wasn't foolproof by any means, but they at least had something.  "I really hope not," he confessed, slouching a little and scratching the sides of Merlin's face absentmindedly. "I like that we have an idea though.  One of these days you'll have to tell me what you want me to do in case something happens to you."  When Ciaran said it was from him, the very first thing he thought of was the fact that he hadn't showered in about a week.  He was sure he reeked.  "Burnt?" he asked.  No, he wasn't slow roasted over a fire or anything.  "Yeah, I'm hurt, Ciaran, I went on a week long 'forgiveness' bender," he admitted, looking up at him.  "Please don't look at me like that, it's not like you were the one who just tossed me out the window - that was all me."

Lecia: Ciaran let out a breath when Atticus didn't shrug away from him at the kiss. It was so faint he wasn't even sure if the man had felt it or not, but feeling him relax was possibly the best gift he could have been given right now. "I hope not too darlin'. I hated seein' ya like that..it broke my heart and pissed me off." When Atticus as what he wanted done to himself, Ciaran just chuckled. "I dunno. I really don't. There ain't much that can hold me in, ya know? Maybe...linin' the door and window with silver? That would be pretty fuckin' effective at trappin' me inside" he suggested, his lips thinning as Atticus admitted that he was hurt. And fuck yeah he was going to look at him that way. "No..it wasn't. It was me for not puttin' ya back in that room. Show me, please, so I can tend to things. Because somethin' don't smell right here love"

Bubblebee: "You didn't now that I was gonna run out," he defended.  "Now you're just looking for stuff - there was absolutely nothing you could have done; at the rate I was going, I would have found any way possible.  You'd had to have held me down kicking and screaming."  He sighed.  Not that he was caught or anything, but he just... he knew how upset this would probably make Ciaran and he wanted to avoid that for as long as he possibly could. Stupid werewolf senses. "Please don't be mad," he mumbled softly, looking down at his lap.  Picking up Merlin, he leaned back to place him on the bed and after taking a breath, peeled his sweatshirt up and over his head.  Overall, he was fine - rope burns formed a shadow of a harness along his torso and arms, but it didn't really hurt and didn't seem to need serious medical attention.  But that K on the right side of his chest stuck out quite obviously, and Atticus looked up to search his eyes.

Lecia: Ciaran tried to concentrate on what Atticus was saying, but in all honestly it was just going in one ear and taking a flying leap out of the other as he tried to differentiate the various scents that still clung to his mate. There were so many that it was starting to scramble his brain, so he focused on just the injuries. 'Please don't be mad'... Yeah, nothing good ever started with those words. Ciaran just let out a grunt, continuing to watch his male with expectant eyes. As much as he didn't want to, if that shirt didn't come off in the next second, he was doing it himself. Atticus must have sensed that, as he slowly but finally removed the fleece. Son of a motherfucking bitch.... Eyes that were very quickly turning black with fury scanned the rope burns, before zeroing in on what had to have been the main source of the smell. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the 'K' stood for. An unearthly growl left him, low but with enough force to rattle the bed and send Seamus scampering for the hallway and Merlin to burrow under the comforter. "I'm gonna kill him. I swear by everything that I am...I will kill him for this"

Bubblebee: Well, that wasn’t a great look.  He opened his mouth but nothing came out, as he didn’t really know what to say.  But he would continue to insist that he was okay, because nothing actually seemed to hurt anymore.  They were nuisances, for sure, but he wasn’t in pain.  He shut his eyes at the growl and sighed, his hands running through his hair and he shook his head.  “Don’t you dare, because then you’ll be stuck like me,” he told him, then just shoved his hands in his sweatpants pockets.  “I did it... I was supposed to, um...”  His voice cracked a little and he looked down.  “He wanted me to write ‘Kane’s Property’ instead, but you know how I feel about blood and I couldn’t do it, so I only got one.”  And then he was punished for it, but he was withholding that.  As far has Ciaran was aware, no lewd videos or pictures of him were in Kane’s possession.

Lecia: Ciaran figured he had to have been scaring Atticus but he was at the point where he feared he had little control. He was exhausted, both emotionally and physically, and now this. "I don't care!" he nearly roared, jumping off of the bed and pacing their bedroom. "Do ya think that means shit to me when he thinks that he can do somethin' like that to ya and just get away with it?" And oh look...there was more. Ciaran's hands balled into tight fists as Atticus continued, his long frame starting to quiver from head to toe. He was old enough to realize the signs, and that he needed to get out of the house. Now. A few ragged breaths seemed to give him enough control to not shirt on the spot, so he took the opportunity to bolt from the room, shedding clothing behind him as ran. The door was flung open, and he barely made it onto the porch before he shifted with a great howl, knocking over and shattering a clay planter.

Bubblebee: He shouldn’t have, and wasn’t really, surprised.  That seemed to be the usual with Ciaran and Atticus had no reason to be telling him to calm down - he was as equally pissed off about it, especially since he walked into Kane’s arms.  So he let Ciaran go off, and he just sat there.  Atticus knew Ciaran had the whole ‘monster’ self-personification but he felt threatened in absolutely no way, so he just watched him pace and sighed a little when he ran off, hearing clothing rip and a howl a little after.  Going to the window he opened it up and called to him. “Just get it out of your system, I’ll be here when you come back!”  He scooped up Merlin from the bed and held onto him, trying to forget the last week.

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Dress me up and Dress me Down

pairing: Blue Zircon x Yellow Zircon (lawsbians/courtship)

words: 2k

genre: 18+ NSFW, public sex yall

I saw a bunch of fanart with Yellow Zircon’s hands up Blue’s shirt, so this is the NSFW human!Zircon ode to that, dressing room fic

summary: Blue Zircon (Zarah) is trying on her first real suit, with a designer name and fancy fabric and everything. Yellow Zircon (Zayda) decides to help with the process.  Ao3

Takes place in my human law students AU, but you don’t really have to read that to understand this one

 Key

Zarah- Blue Zircon

Zayda- Yellow Zircon

1974: Dillards

Zarah had a problem. A personal problem.

The dilemma for girls everywhere who forgot to do enough laundry and didn’t care enough to look decent in the mornings: bulky sports bras.

Sports bras that were lumpy and uneven and held together by safety pins at the shoulder. Sports bras that drooped down and skewed the shape of everything but heavy jackets.

It’s not that she couldn’t afford better ones, mostly that she didn’t have time to go out. Or care. And now she was stuck with a dark blue ugly sports bra contrasted to the fine pressed light blue designer suit in front of her. A suit made of crêpe, material with the high society accent on the letter ‘e’ and everything, a material that said please and thanks when addressed and never looked at the price tag in stores.

She was looking at this price tag. But her parents said they’d foot some of the bill later, they wanted this for her.

She studied her inlined crêpe pantsuit that came with a white handkerchief neck ascot (a jabot if you were raised in a seven bedroom house with only three people). She felt the sleeve, rubbing the material with her fingertips, soft and thick. Her body grew still, eyes glazing over, it was like being about to step into someone else's unknowable shoes and a whole new name.

“Are you done in there?” A flat voice called, Zarah could just see her tapping her foot impatiently on the other side of the door. “Either put it on or stop moping, no one cares if you look silly.” Zarah scowled at the door, typical.

She sniffs and thought about how thick the top suit jacket was and how high-waisted the pants were. No one was going to notice.

She slips off her bulky sports bra earnestly and fits the suit jacket over her skin. It felt more expensive than her soul.

She buttoned the little jacket and affixed the neckerchief promptly, holding her breath as she secured the blue jewel at her throat. Like something out of a Cinderella novel. Before Cinderella sued her entire stepfamily in court and become the lawyer Queen of ‘fuck you child abuse.’

Zarah smiled at the idea and grins bashfully at her own reflection. It wasn’t bad.

“Ahem,” Zayda cleared her throat outside and Zarah rolled her eyes.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” She buttoned the high waisted pants all the way up past her bellybutton and reached up to adjust the large shoulder pads. They at least made her look a little less like a scrawny kid who never grew into her knees, and maybe, maybe something a little more.

Zarah turns around and holds her chin high, this was her new self, she clicks the door open before Zayda could make another sound, another contest she’d go to meet.

Zarah walks out of the changing room and straightens her jacket as she steps into the middle of the hall.

Zayda was leaning on the opposite changing room door and raising her eyebrows slowly. Zarah grew a small smile at her own new clothes. Zayda on the other hand just kept looking.

She grew a little fidgety when Zayda didn’t say anything right away. She meets her gaze steadily, Zayda in her simple yellow button up shirt and slacks, a toneless expression. She pushes off the wall and stalks around her slowly, a prowling bird of prey.

Zarah sweats slightly in her new suit and tries not to feel self-conscious.

“Well?” She prompts impatiently as Zayda finished circling her. Zayda hums wordlessly and lifts her eyes over Zarah like a caterpillar climbing a tree, Zarah shifts from side to side, “Do I really have to provoke an opinion out of you for once?”

Zayda lifts her eyes and Zarah tapped her foot. “If you don’t like it you can just say.” She resists the urge to wipe her clammy palms on her pants.

Zayda was now working her gaze down her like dripping molasses, “No,” she says curtly, “It’s the exact thing for you.” Zarah knit her brow together, “What’s that mean?” Zayda leaned forward, “It’s the best thing I think I’ve seen you in.” Zarah opened her mouth indignantly at the backhanded compliment, “But you’ll need to get it tailored.” Zarah shrugged, “It feels pretty well-fitt to me.”

Zayda rolled her eyes, “Come on. My uncle used to own a second hand suit shop.” Zarah blinked, Zayda grabbed her by the elbow, “I’ll show you.” Zarah’s skin prickled as Zayda guided her toward the changing room again, she didn’t know where the fluttering heat under her skin came from.

Zayda roughly led her back into the small gray room, two large mirrors on either wall and a sad blue chair in the corner.

“Are you actually an expert in this?” She asked skeptically as Zayda closed the door behind them.

Zayda glanced over her shoulder and flashed a cocky smile, “I’m an expert in most things.” Zarah shook her head with exasperation and Zayda turned her around to face the mirror, “Now, you see this?” She pointed at her pants, a slightly roomy left leg. All Zarah could focus on momentarily was Zayda rasping into her ear, a hot puff of air against the shell of her ear.

“Yes?” She finally says in a slight daze.

“It’s loose,” Zayda says snippily and then points at the inner hemline.

Zarah tilts her head, “It uh, yeah?”

“You see,” Zarah jumps as she feels two fingers pressed against her inner thigh, “You’ll want to bring this seam in.” Zarah’s eyes go wide, her breath picks up, Zayda forcefully dragged her two fingers up the seam in the blue pants, trailing all the way up her inner thigh. Zarah forced herself to stay still.

“Or else your scrawny legs are going to swim in the fabric.”

Zarah scowls briefly but Zayda’s two fingers were still tracing her inner leg, pressing the stitching into her sensitive skin.

“What are you doing?” Zarah finally asked in a strained voice.

Zayda gradually leaned into her, pressing her back to her chest. Zayda’s breath licked her neck, “You look good.” Zarah shivered, she knew Zayda felt it. The other girl put both hands around her waist and gently pulled her backward. She follows her thoughtlessly, Zayda’s backed herself up against the wall and held Zarah in front of her, having her face the mirrors. “Do you know what my favorite part is?”

Zarah looked blankly ahead as she saw herself in the mirror, cupped in the hands of the sly looking fellow student, “Nuhhh,” She made some sort of noise.

“You didn’t even bother to put a bra on for me.” Zarah gasps as Zayda sticks both hands up her boxed hanging jacket and drives the rough heels of her hand into Zarah’s nipples.

Zarah gasps sharply and can’t help but arch into the harsh touch the made her lower body tingle.

“There we go.” Zayda purrs and Zarah tries to scramble for words, “That’s the look for you.” Zarah could see her face flush and jacket lifted up to reveal bare skin, Zayda nips at her neck and Zarah squeezed her legs together.

Zayda roughly fondles one of her breasts and massages the other, tweaking, pinching, and rubbing the area like she owned it.

Zarah gave another small whine and finally leaned back, “Wait…” She huffed, her thoughts hazy, “We’re in…” She makes a hiccup of needy noises, “We’re in public.” She had seen a saleswoman at the end of the dressing room hall earlier, hungry for commissions, and a middle-aged career lady three stalls down.

Zayda bites the outside of her ear, “It’s not a problem if you don’t make a sound.” Zarah didn’t find it in her to argue against that and lets out a shaking, “Yes,” as Zayda tweaked her. “Yes.”

“You were always so sensitive here,” she pinches and Zarah bites down on the inside of her cheek desperately- trying to not made a sound. However, Zayda was relentless, knowing just how she wanted to push her to her limit.

She couldn’t help the next moan and her eyes squeezed shut, “Here,” Zayda said with a laugh, “I’ll help you.” She kissed her neck softly before biting down on her exposed throat. Zarah closed her eyes again but then felt a single finger circling her lips gently, sweetly nudging her mouth open. Another groan was rising up from within her, Zayda caressed her lips until Zarah willingly opened up, Zayda roughly slid two fingers into her mouth.

“Suck.” Zarah inhaled sharply but found herself rocking forward as Zayda thrust in and out of her mouth with her fingers. She felt a string of drool crawling down her chin. Oh no. She sucks helplessly on the pads of her fingers despite herself, aching between her legs.

She mumbles around the digits and Zayda faithfully pets her sides and lowers her hand, “Shhh.”

Zayda’s free hand wandered down, she started to unbutton the many fastens of her pants, then stretches the elastic of her underwear.

She wasn’t sure what would have said but the long fingers demanded her attention as she licked at her pads of her fingers and her thoughts swam.

Her sex throbs hotly and Zayda was taking her time reaching down, she moans around the fingers and Zayda kisses her neck in a mockingly tender way, “I know what you need.”

She makes a garbled sound. “Oh yes,” Zayda croons, “I will.” she palmed her clit and made her squirm helplessly before she reached further into her heat. She was always quick, pushing two fingers up into her skillfully and making Zarah wordlessly arch. She easily, effortlessly, opened her up, chuckling at how loose and wet she got so fast.

“Eager,” she kisses her cheek, “Pretty.” She should say something. But she was sucking on her.

Zayda was fast and dirty, making her feel like a Babylonian harlot put out on display. She could see herself in the mirror, neck dotted in red marks and jacket fully open to reveal her puckered and aroused chest. Her eyes were thick with heat and the drool ran down her chin.

Zayda thrust in and out of her as she fastidiously buried herself in past the knuckle and sunk deep within her wetness, she scissors inside of her. Zarah gasps and tries to press down.

She can only twitch and ask for more in jumbled speech, Zayda promised more and crooked her fingers inside her until she hit the flowering spot. Zarah makes a hard noise and curls into herself.

Zayda chuckles and pets the spot within her with a practiced deliberateness, a heat like a bubbling pot spills over.

“There, there,” Zarah’s screwed her eyes shut and almost sobbed, pressing down on Zayda’s fingers and her center uncoiling in a gasping high, she spills onto her hand.

She was going to have to buy this suit.

Zarah spent a brief blissful moment staring at nothing, another figure was in the mirror she thought, messy and absolutely taken. She goes boneless as Zayda basically carries her over to the chair and eases her down into it. She watches Zayda then lick her two fingers with relish and hold her eyes steadily, Zarah can only inhale.

She blinks a couple times and Zayda leans forward to place a real kiss on her mouth, a sweet press of her lips like she wasn’t a sly predator every other moment of her life. Zarah kissed her back, her eyes closed and heart sighing; Zayda stood up to look down at her appraisingly.

“I hope you wear that suit every day of your life.” It seemed like she meant it.

She lets out a breath and leans back in the chair, “Well, I’m definitely going to have to buy it.” Zayda kisses her nicely on the cheek, “See? I told you I was a helpful shopping buddy. No arduous choice making.” Zarah rolled her eyes, “but I’ll have to go to the other side of the mall to do it.”

Zayda winks at her and tries to help her up, “Happy passing the bar exam day I guess.” She just shook her head and Zayda gave her a couple more secret soft kisses, some murmurs of how good she looked. She didn’t know exactly what to say back but it was easy to feel a little glow in her chest.