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Betrayal 3: Traitor Only Session

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Well and duly noted.

[ he shifts the hand with the knife upward, now, to Thancred's hips; though he doesn't stab downward quite yet. ]

You are aiming to keep me entertained, I hope? Who knows what I may do if I become too bored with you.

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[Thancred closes his eyes a moment, taking in a slow breath and letting it out. Steady, he tells himself. He can endure whatever is going to happen here.]

Of course, though I fear you have already somewhat hampered my ability to do anything particularly fun.

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Oh, I didn't imagine at any point you were going to have fun with this.

[ maybe not the intent behind Thancred's words, but he'll point that out regardless.

he moves the knife and works it through the cloth of his pants, baring bloodied skin as he peels them back. ]

But you can, at least, put on a show -- no?

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[He can see where this is going, and it makes his stomach sink and his face go another shade paler. He wonders, briefly, if he could still manage a kill.

Hm. If Absinthe is about to get very distracted, perhaps he can. But it won't be right this second, so he's not going to let that thought even make his fingertips twitch.]

...I suppose I can.

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[ he's being reminded a lot of Lucifel right now and it's really dang cute, honestly.

he drops his bloody hand to Thancred's thigh, then, skimming it upwards between his legs, though his focus is mainly on his face right now. ]

Tell me, then ...

How do you prefer I partake of you?

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[There's another disgusted shiver, and Thancred is very carefully keeping his eyes away from what's happening.]

I would prefer if you burnt for an eternity, but in lieu of that... Whatever satisfies you is the goal, yes? I will warn you, you have little to despoil with that line of torment. I am anything but pure.

[Be he will still feel horrible and gross so like, does it matter? No. He's just kind of shitting on himself for lack of better option.]

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[ -- he laughs, mocking as his hand curls around his cock. ]

Worry you not -- I was never under the illusion a rat like yourself would be pure.

[ again outside of Lahabrae's insults he really doesn't know Thancred's backstory or anything. anything not-Baritones is just falling under the "unworthy piece of shit" umbrella sorry buddy. ]

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[Absinthe can do that -- there's no reaction, at the moment. All Thancred's feeling is pain and fear and anger, but he is being incredibly cooperative given that he wants to be anywhere but here at the moment.]

Do you hate everyone this much, or did I do something to you I wasn't aware of?

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Oh, outside of killing Lahabrea -- you have not especially earned my wrath.

[ he's still moving his hand, process somewhat helped by the blood, setting comfortable between Thancred's thighs now; the other man's legs propped up by Absinthe's own. ]

In the end ... all of you are the same, when it comes down to it. You'll cry about how this is unfair now when you likely would have turned a blade on my back if I had attempted to walk out of the room.

This is how lowly beings like yourself can be of some worth.

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I would not have, if you-- mn--

[He's so upset and has lost so much blood that even if this wasn't extremely dubious consent, he'd have a difficult time getting it up. But that doesn't mean there isn't a part of himself that is feeling it, in a pure physical manner, and that disgusts him even more.]

You are... as much a blight as he is.

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[ he leans over him -- licking more at the blood coating his neck, with a rumble of laughter against him as his hand moves ]

You would not have, truly? I simply find that difficult to believe -- after seeing my unitmate dead at your feet.

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My problem with Lahabrea... is personal.

[With his mouth on Thancred's neck, Absinthe can feel the hum he tries to suppress, and the rapid fluttering of his pulse. He's dizzy, but alive enough that he's starting to stir.

He needs to do something with his hands. But they hurt to move -- not as much as it hurts to have his chopped-up leg moved, but they still hurt. Nevertheless he can't stand just lying there, so he's bringing them up and tangling them in Absinthe's hair, pulling at it just enough to be threatening (a bluff, of course).]

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I suppose, yes, but it was a feud we all bore witness to.

[ he pulls back enough to look down, looking pleased at the reaction he's forcing, his thumb running over the tip of his cock. the pull to his hair does not dissuade him -- in fact his smiles twitches, head tipping back a bit. ]

And were none too pleased with. It is quite difficult to see Emet-Selch mourning.

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[Normally, when he's actually enjoying himself, Thancred's a busy lover. He moves a lot, is very physical, never still for more than a breath. Right now he's tense, flushed but not looking at Absinthe, and trying his best to stifle the gasp his hand has drawn out.

He wants to scream. He wants to demand Absinthe stop, leave him alone, don't touch him or at least, Gods, don't make it feel good. But he won't. He'll tell himself it's because he technically agreed to this, but really it's because he's afraid he'll do something shameful like cry if he admits how badly he wants to climb out of his own skin.]

I do not care about Emet-Selch.

[And, spitefully, he will pull harder on Absinthe's hair for a moment. It's a distraction from the fact that he's beginning to squirm.]

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Unfortunately for you I care about him a great deal. So I am greatly enjoying seeing you suffer in turn.

[ "suffer", in a sense of the word. but he knows for someone like Thancred -- enjoying it, even just physically, is one of the worst tortures he could enact, moreso than just causing him pain.

his head is pulled back further with the yank from Thancred but he hardly seems to mind. in fact when he pushes closer, his groin basically resting up against Thancred's ass, it'll be clear through his own suit pants Absinthe has a growing erection, just from this. ]

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[The mental anguish is definitely more painful than the physical wounds. He's dropping one hand from Absinthe's hair to his own face, to try to hide it as shame and fear make themselves ever more evident in his expression as he fails to fight the need to push himself into Absinthe's hand.

Just a little more, he thinks. Just til he's totally absorbed...]

I suppose... I am meant to be pleasing you...

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As I mentioned -- you should be putting on a show.

[ Absinthe shifts; when he moves he's rocking his clothed erection up against him, seeking friction as he jacks Thancred off.

the other hand is free to try to pull Thancred's hand away from his face -- part of this is his desire to see the man's reactions, after all, so he can't have that! ]

You can try a little harder at that, surely? Call my name -- beg for more?

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Then--

[Gross gross gross gross-- He doesn't want to make it more of a show! He wants to curl up and hide and maybe kill them both.

But-- But imagining Noah in this position is enough to stop him from arguing. He swallows hard, sprained wrist twisting painfully in Absinthe's hand and hatred all over his face. Not just for the one hurting him, of course. He's hating himself even more, because he's about to comply.]

Would you please give me more, my dear cruel Absinthe?

[The man is obviously a sadist so if he's going to play it up, he may as well not pretend it's anything but horrible. Still, even though his words are biting, Thancred's putting on his lewdest expression, chewing his lip a little and arching his back.]

Touch me. Hurt me. Devour me until there's nothing left-- please.

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[ the pleased smirk spreading across Absinthe's face aren't just due to the words in and of themselves; they're due to the satisfaction at being able to so easily have Thancred debase himself like this, and there's a shudder of a laugh, his clothed clock twitching between them. ]

Are you practiced at this, I wonder -- acting the whore?

[ at last he releases the grip on his cock to undo his own pants. ]

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Oh, no.

[He forces a smile, though there's nothing but misery in his eyes.]

Has Lahabrea not told you? I am merely a shameless product of the lowest places. I've found my comfort in countless beds, you know. My body is barely even mine.

[He doesn't have to act when he is a real slut! Though it has been awhile, and it was never like this. But that's the point. Talking down about himself is part of the show.

As Absinthe's doing that, Thancred pushes his own hair out of his face, running his hands down his own neck to Lahabrea's mark at his throat. It's one of many, actually -- his body is littered with corruption tattoos he is still not used to. But drawing attention to that one in particular is a deliberate attempt to emphasize talking about how little his body belongs to him. That, actually, is for himself. He doesn't truly believe he's lost anything by sleeping around, but he does believe he lost a lot in that possession, so now he's trying to twist that into a comfort. His body is already messed up. Having it taken from him this way cannot compare to the way it was taken before.]

But you did say I was delicious. You enjoy this kind of dirty body, don't you?

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[ now that his cock is bare he can rest it fully up against his ass -- with a hum of relief as he can finally get that direction contact, teasing between the cheeks of his ass with it even as his hand moves. ]

Lahabrea never quite told me specifics, but truthfully I am unsurprised. It seems to be a role you fall into all too well -- and not one I am minding out of you at all.

[ he leans down, once more, mouth against his neck -- against Lahabrea's mark, though he doesn't know exactly what it is it's an appealing enough location.

once again, his teeth drag and then clamp down there, just in threat of biting down and causing far more serious damage. ]

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Ah... Please, then, indulge in it so long as I draw breath.

[He's itching to kill, but instead he's putting his aching arms around Absinthe's neck, holding him close as if he's actually wanted there. That mark at the hollow of his throat is such an ugly thing -- he actually wouldn't mind if it was ripped out, even if it killed him.]

There is so much of me you've yet to break, after all.

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You spoil me.

[ he murmurs as his teeth unlatch, and his tongue laps at the little pinpricks of blood his teeth did leave behind.

he does let go of Thancred's wrist at that point, yay! but it's mainly to dip his fingers back into that bleeding thigh wound, less yay, and use the slickness of the blood from there to unkindly press a finger into him. ]

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[He was not actually anticipating the fingers going back in the wound, so it makes him jolt in a instinctive desire to escape the pain. But he can't exactly go anywhere, so he's just left gasping shuddering breaths, holding tighter around Absinthe's neck and forcing himself to press back against the invading finger.]

I am merely-- ah-- playing the role I must, as a gutter rat.

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And how fitting of a role it is. As if you were born to aspire to nothing more than this. A piece of flesh to be feasted upon.

[ on top of the intrusion in and of itself being unkind; blood is not actually a great lubricant, drying quickly as he rocks that finger into him. but he is, at least, starting with just the one, and giving Thancred time to adjust as he pushes it as deep as he can in him. ]