Midvalley awoke in a strange bed, with a man in one arm and a woman in another. He wasn't sure how he got there, but because he wasn't wearing anything and neither were the two next to him he assumed he just spent the night before earning his way to sex-god status.

He wriggled out from between the two and found his clothes. He swiftly threw on his clothes and got the Hell outta there. He didn't feel like hanging around for any more.

When he got back to his room he stripped of his shirt and examined himself in a mirror. There were at least seven hickeys that he could see, two on his neck and five on his chest. He decided not to take off his pants; he didn't want to know. He rubbed at one hickey on his neck, scowling. Oh well. It was the duty of a sex-god, to have mass-hickeys.

Midvalley felt a twinge of guilt. Two nights before, when Legato had left his room in the dead of night, he felt something beyond pity, maybe compassion towards him. Then the night before he left and fucked around without so much as a second thought.

A hand pressed his shoulder and he turned.

"Legato-sama! I didn't hear you come in; you startled me."

"Obviously."

Midvalley blushed deeply. Legato's gaze was fixed, even as Midvalley began to return his shirt to its rightful place. Legato grabbed the collar of the shirt and pulled it away before Midvalley could put it on. Midvalley trembled inadvertently.

Legato drew close, so close Midvalley felt his breath on his neck. Legato drew his face downward, gazing at Midvalley's neck. He drew closer still, his forehead pressing against Midvalley's chin. Midvalley caught a sharp breath in his throat, causing a painful contraction.

"Legato-sama?"

Legato did not move, except for the small hot breaths issued against his neck. There was a sudden spasm of pain in his neck. Midvalley at first did not understand what was happening. Something hot and sticky spilt down his chest and it was suddenly painful to breathe. Legato pushed him away roughly, and Midvalley saw blood smeared across his face.

"Jesus!"

"For leaving without permission."

Midvalley held the wound on his neck, in shock.

"You bit me! Jesus!"

Legato's eyes narrowed. Midvalley stumbled backwards and leaned against the mirror.

"I'm sure this will help you remember next time?"

Midvalley nodded as he choked down a strangled cry.

"You pathetic, weak human."

Midvalley slid into a sitting position.

"You disgust me."

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Legato washed his face thouroughly, rubbing it until it was raw. The taste was marvelous, but the thought of having part of that disgusting human inside of him made him sick. What made matters worse was that only two nights before he felt that maybe Midvalley was a special case of human. He was almost tempted to speak to the Master of it.

But no, of course he was wrong and only too hopeful. Only the Master had the purity to hold his love, and thinking that way of such a mere human now disturbed him. How could he have thought so foolishly? He was thankful that he had not acted upon his imprudence.

But he must have mercy on the pathetic fools. They had no control over themselves, and he must fight his anger and treat them with mercy.

Maybe Midvallley needed his help. After all, he took quite a chunk out of him.

He hesitated, but then went to show Midvalley how merciful he could be.

Midvalley would be fine, of course.