I don't own TAL or it's characters. I just dick around with them.
It's dark. Darker than dark, really.
Its obvious he wishes he could see better, but you think this sets the mood far better. He wiggles a bit, hands slightly straining the cloth binding his hands to the headboard. It's clear he's never had this happen before, and you find delight in the thought that you get to walk him through each step.
It isn't an honor for you, it's an honor for him. There are thousands like him, each vastly more powerful, far more elegant and beautiful, but he's special to you.
You found him just loitering around that day, and since then, he pledged loyalty.
You like loyalty. It could even be said to be a turn-on, judging from just how excited your body feels as you carefully mount yourself on his hips. He squirms again, legs shifting upwards behind your rear and cradling your backside as if his body knew to make sure you didn't fall. His body is tense under yours, and his breathing sounds pretty ragged behind the gag you made with a nice clean cloth.
You grin just a bit, making sure he can see it as you look down and begin to unbutton his shirt.
His skin is smooth and pale, and a very thin fine ring of blond hair circles his navel and leads downward to his pants hem and belt. But that won't be for a while. Instead, you continued to open his shirt up to the top, undoing his goofy red tie and hanging it on the bedframe like a flag. He's very misleading with wearing a black shirt; Kang Maru secretly has ab muscles, who'dve guessed? But then again, you know that he gets information at his own peril.
He shivers as you run your fingers over the indention lines in his skin. You're paler than him; the thought makes you smile, as there's no one in the world who's going to know that fact besides you and him.
He twists a bit as you trail your fingertips up to his collarbone, sliding your fingers over his neck and gently gliding up behind his sensitive ears, which are currently several shades of red. You chuckle softly at his shyness; even while you were eating together that day, he was shy. You find it to be one of very few things you'd willingly deem 'cute'.
You ruffle his fluffy blond locks, admiring the bright color for a moment. Then your hands trail back down and roam his torso, and he begins to writhe and flinch, goosebumps erupting in patches where you haven't touched to warm the milky pale skin.
You have to admit, while fighting has its stress-relieving perks, having this kind of power over someone gets you drunk faster than the strongest soju. It's addictive and honestly, you'll be glad to say after this was done that no one could have this kind of power over him except you.
He then begins to writhe harder, nearly dislodging you as you pull out your 'toy'. It's brand new, of course, just for him.
It was a little embarrassing, getting it through your other contacts, but worth it for the look in his eyes, begging you as you gently pull your 'toy' free of its casing.
You give him a reassuring smile.
"This is the fun part."
And plunge the knife straight into his belly, bifurcating his bellybutton perfectly. He chokes, and the gag begins to slowly turn red, his dazed amber eyes reflecting your gold irises and crazed grin. You twist it to the left, then to the right, watching as he retches and the gag becomes so sodden with blood you felt almost sorry for him.
Especially since Ryu Guheul is watching the building to make sure you aren't disturbed in the next four hours.