6.
SUPERIOR PRESSURE
The dirty well-kept secret.
Is that why you got close to my mother? You were trying to slither your way into my life.
Large hands grip tensed shoulders with a sense of possessive demanding. Manicured fingernails dig deep into the sleeves but never reach the skin. The superlative sparkle of the Adonis's eyes dims with lust behind long and effeminate lashes, drawing angered tears from those in narrowed demon red. It shows in the lesser rank's delicate face his inner struggle with self-pride and the respect for his superiors ingrained so deep in him that he can almost taste the lost will to rebel. It is an ongoing battle with one side going down before the first even wears out its ammo.
Hey Ryuhou. . .did you know I've been keeping an eye on you since you were born?
Fingertips move down along the defined forearms before the older of the two jerks the other body forward, close to his own, white teeth big and glinting in a victorious grin. Absolute ownership belongs to him and no one else.
How do you plead, you son of a bitch?
Rosebud lips brush the bristling pale skin, waves of angelic blonde falling across both of their shoulders and Ryuhou's collarbone. He would take his red-eyed creation when he could no longer suffer the resistance of refrain. Now . . . No, not now. Soon, he promises with each and every meticulous touch.
Ryuhou . . . you always know what to say to make me happy.
"I should be getting back now, sir. Cherise is expecting me." A repulsed twitch curls the corner of his mouth. Just looking at that man. . . "I can only be gone for so long before the last minute excuses become irrelevant, and unconvincing."
This man has wrecked my life.
He covers up his disappointment with a smile. "We'll be seeing each other again soon, I hope." Strong hands release their agitated prisoner. It will be the next time.
A grudgingly respectful nod before he turns. " . . . I don't suppose I have much of a choice in the matter."
. . . I expected nothing less from you.
A wide grin splits thin, glistening lips, and he chuckles. "No. . .I don't suppose you do."
You are mine. I paid for you.