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Magus sighed as long strands of his hair settled into place. His head thrown back and breathing deeply, he reached his hands out to thread his fingers through Crono's unruly hair. He had been put under a spell upon first meeting this boy, disregarded him as trash, then felt the glow of a deep fighting spirit within his almost innocent eyes. He felt power, and where power was, Magus would follow. To be near the power, to make it his own.
Magus was also never the shy type. If there was something he wanted, he would very well take it. He held Crono in his arms, his hands venturing further down Crono's back, lifting his shirt up a bit to feel the hot skin beneath it. He breathed deeply as he pulled Crono down to the ground, lifting his neck up to kiss him. Crono's lips did not budge and he looked down at Magus with a quizzical expression. The only sign of life was his periodic blinking.
"Does this mean that you're shy?" Magus sneered, holding Crono down in the compromising position. He'd have to be more forceful about this, another quality in which Magus was not lacking.
He flipped Crono onto his back quickly and knelt above him. Crono didn't look afraid, nor interested. Magus kissed the unmoving lips as he pulled Crono's shirt up, trailing fingers along the lines of his torso. He wanted to feel little goosebumps raise in the wake of his fingers. He wanted to feel Crono's hands forcing their way into his clothes. He wanted to feel Crono's hips thrust, his breath hitch. He was starting to get angry.
He, Magus, with very few exceptions, always got what he wanted. Maybe it was the fact that he was left alone as a child and never truly grew up. Maybe his one-track mind couldn't allow him to see any further than immediate goals. Maybe he really was the selfish bastard that he was so often made out to be. Crono, this little piece of trash, was denying him something so simple. He felt a little prickle on the skin above his left temple as a vein made it's way to the surface.
"To be honest, Crono" He said, "I don't care if this interests you." He kissed the skin of Crono's neck, his lips hovering just below Crono's ear. He whispered, "I want you, Crono."
He lifted his head up to look into the boy's eyes, almost losing his composure when Crono's lips began to part.
Crono drew in a breath.
"..." was all he said.