You shoved your highly enraged Ψiioniic back against the opposite wall while a few choice words flew from your lips with a bit of saliva. The furious look he shot your way after his grimace had faded gave you a sense of triumph that showed in the confident sneer you tacked to your features. His fingers curled into talons like appendages as his eyes began glowing their red and blue more so than they already had been.
You couldn't say you weren't the slightest bit terrified when the two colors began to melt upwards from his curled fingers and blazing eyes. It did however take you by complete surprise when your feet left the ground. "S-sol!" you yelped when he took a couple steps forward and snickered at your terrified expression. His lip had curled up and now his extraordinarily sharp teeth where all too visible but your attention was turned more to the manner in which you where floating at least four feet off the ground.
You tried to flail your arms yet only succeed in floating yourself to your back and getting an intense pressure sensation in your head that gave you a nose bleed. For the slightest moment you marveled at the liquid smoke-like elucidation that was gradually rolling upwards off you in an identical manner as his eyes and hands. "What? 2omthiing wrong, Ampora?" he asked superiorly while bringing up one of his illuminated hands, the red one, and flicking you in the lightning bolt shaped horn.
You flinched and swatted at his hand before he recoiled it faster than you could even see. Was he pissed or what?! And all you had done was broken a couple saved file disks he had laying around. You hadn't thought them to be that significant until he had royally flipped his shit when he saw them, cracked and scratched. In fact he had been provoked enough to shove you back after snatching the pieces from your hands. You had tripped over your cape and landed painfully on your right arm so naturally after removing your cape with a dramatic flourish you retaliated.
"bye." He stated simply, simultaneously startling you from your thoughts and using his ability to flip you over and rocket you upwards. The gasp and whoosh of air leaving your lungs when you hit the ceiling so hard the assorted frames on his walls shook. You felt your hipster glasses fall from your face and watched through squinted eyes as they fell into his outstretched hand that still pulsed the eccentric blue light.
"Captor, you stupid mustard blood! Put me dowwn!" you yelled down at him loud and furiously enough to make him look up at you irritably and at the same time gripping your glasses in his hand even tighter. It seemed that the pressure pushing you against the ceiling increased enough that you could feel the tiny drop of blood running from your nose while a new trail fell from the corner of your parted lips. You watched as the diminutive purple drop fell in a slow motion fashion before splattering on his grey cheek.
The look of absolute shock that blanched his face pale sent the icy claws of a shiver leaping down your pressured spine. His lips parted slightly, whispering how speechless he had suddenly lapsed as he tentatively brought a quivering hand up to touch the drop of mauve blood that had began leisurely rolling down his cheek like a violet tear. His eyes widened and in seconds you felt yourself falling, tumbling towards his horror-struck expression.
-Blackout-
You moaned loudly, conveying your pain as you head rolled to the side on his chest and you tentatively reached up to gently grasp your head between your hands. Your head was spinning with the pressure now nonexistent yet still giving you the worst pounding headache. Or maybe it was due to the fact that you had just hit your head hard enough to cause you to blackout.
You couldn't be sure how long it had been but you figured it couldn't have been more than a minute. Just one of those tiny blips of unconsciousness barely even long enough to be deemed a blackout in the first place. This brought your attention to the airbag that had absorbed the force of your fall. In fact you were pretty sure he was the one you should be at least marginally concerned for.
He lay unmoving under you as you gradually sat up, ignoring the pain in your head and the crack of your spine as you did so. You winced while moving a hand to cup his face. He didn't move or respond until you hurriedly sat up and pushed against his chest. The groan the wheezed from between his lips sent a slight burst of relief through your once apprehensive mind. Wwell, at least he seems havve calmed dowwn…
"Get the fuck off me fii2hbreath!" So maybe he wasn't entirely calmed down. The anger in his strained voice had you hastily sitting up and freezing just when you were about to remove your weight from his torso. Your eyes narrowed and your fists balled up in the fabric of his Gemini shirt while he slowly brought one of his hands up to push his bangs from his glowering eyes. "No." you spat out at him and watched with triumph as he abruptly stopped to stare at you incredulously. "What?" he replied with the renewed beginnings of irritation and anger leaking in his voice.
"No, I wwill not 'get the fuck' off you." A sneer spread across your grey features as he ground his sharp teeth in his annoyance before pushing at your hips that framed his. He hated that fact that you were playing superior and you knew it. In fact just to stress your already threatening point your shifted your weight while crossing your arms over your Aquarius sweater cad chest.
When he tried to sit up and push you off him your arms left their comfortably defiant position crossed over your chest to grip his wrists. The surprise on his face made you smirk victoriously as you pinned them to the floor on either side of his head. You leaned forward threateningly close; your nose practically touching his. You felt his legs move underneath you as he tried to escape you to no avail.
Then another idea struck you. Your gaze glanced up to the dresser and a top that to the slim white object gracing its grey surface. You extended the fingers of your right hand while still keeping a grip in the wrist that hand had the responsibility of ensuring he'd didn't escape. You bit you lip and concentrated on making your 'wwhite science wwand' fly towards your awaiting grasp; as it surly did with a peal like illumination.
When the sickly sweet aroma only you could hint. The scent of science. Yeah.
"Eriidan! 2eriiou2ly you 2ea brainned fuck! GET. OFF." He screamed, arching his back off the floor and kicking his legs. You blushed when you noticed the entirely compromising position this put you in especially when he decided to wrap his legs around your hips. He didn't seem to notice even though you grimaced when his heels dug into the small of your back. He was so majorly pissed apparently didn't realize how he had put himself in what you would dramatically call, 'the fuck position.'
"Sooollll…calm dowwn." You gasped out after swallowing your rising fervor and instead concentrating on your quarrel. You watched his raging expression and glowering eyes and it was then when you realized he wasn't using his telekinetic abilities because he'd currently exhausted his energy. You could tell in how weak his struggling was and how his breathing was labored. Good. Maybe you should do something to wake him up.
You swiftly moved to lash your wand against both of his wrists. No mustard blood was drawn for you only meant to trace a thick line of the opaqueness across his wrists. You pulled your wand back and your hands, watching him resume his struggle after finding himself perplexed by the blood warm tendon like binds that held him down to the floor. He grunted with the effort of pulling at the restricting binds while you sat back on his hips and crossed your arms over your chest again.
You hadn't actually thought it would work but you had used something like that to latch a blade to your calf when your sheath had snapped. You kept that with you always because there was always some form of pollution to threaten you in the water or sea dweller that dare quarrel with you. You admired your work and his arising furry. On the bright side, at least he didn't have his legs wrapped around you anymore.
Or maybe that wasn't a good thing, you reasoned while a smirk split your features and a plan formed in your head. "Erii-" He shouted but was interrupted with you leaned back down to plant your mouth over his. A strangled moan was forced from his throat while your hands roamed the expanse of his chest before you resolved to pushing his shirt up. Your lips molded to his and you dug your nails into his sides when his tongue slipped between your teeth. You felt the breath catch in his throat when the pads of your thumbs brushed across the hardened part of his nipple and so you went back to smooth firm circles around them; something that had him kissing you with even more fervor.
He keened while struggling against the strapping bonds that were keeping his arms stretched high above his head. You chuckled when he let out a small noise of pain at the way the tendon like wire cut into his wrists every time he tried to refuse to go along with against them. In fact it wasn't long till that metallic scent of his canary blood reached your nose causing you to pull away and glance up at them. You rose a eyebrow, looking at the trails of golden blood escaping his wrists and the restraints you'd put on him with your wand now marbling the yellow blood.
You moved you legs down a bit leaving room for you to lean down enough to breath across the highly sensitive and exposed flesh of his chest. You moved down slowly while breathing your warm breath across the grey skin until you pressed your lips to the skin in the middle of his stomach. One hickie expertly placed right under his rib cage and he gave a shuddering moan that made you look back up to him. His breathing was labored yet he still continued his fighting on his restraints. Wouldn't he learn?
"Eriidan! Wiill you ju2t take the2e fuckiing thiing2 OFF!?" He shouted glowering down at you while you merely smirked at his infinite anger. Your seductively move your mouth down till you could gentle take the button of his jeans between your teeth. After that he didn't struggle, in fact he froze and watched you with that same look in his eye. "Oh these?" You teased putting as much fervor in your smoldering gaze as possible. The breath caught in his throat and he tensed to your obvious satisfaction.
You watched his facial expression and that was then it hit you; that emotion in his eyes. It wasn't exactly rage…it was a some odd sadomasochistic mixture of intense lust and raging fury. You swallowed past the lump in your throat, slightly intimidated before you realized at the moment you were the one in control. You just hoped those binds you made with your wand didn't break…
Yet you then unbuttoned the jeans, painfully slowly and keeping your equally as smoldering gaze on his while your head moved down with the zipper. He moaned throwing his head to the side and framing your waist with his knees. He didn't wrap his legs around you, just used them as some sort of anchor or exhaustion of the tension in his tightly wound body. And here he was being kept from expending it seeing how he was rather tethered down at the moment.
When you sat up and leisurely leaned forward to hook your fingers in the waistband of his jeans you felt the slight trembling in his thighs that now framed your waist since you had moved forward a bit. You pulled then down a couple inches; just enough to see the yellow fabric of his boxers before he impatiently arched his back from the floor yelling at you not to stop. But you did. This was your game.
You crawled forward again till you could push your mouth over his much to his annoyance. He wasn't exactly happy with the fact that you had left a job halfway done. Not even halfway done and that rather infuriated him. You could tell this was seriously killing him and that alone was enough to satisfy you with victorious triumph.
Your smirk made him bare his teeth at you and form a barked out response. "Aren't they wor2e for you?!" you groaned and kept pulling at them until you leaned forward to grip his forearms and quell his fighting. "Stop it or you'll saw your hands off. And no, it isn't." You leaned in closer; you face inches from his rage filled one. "I like torturing you." You breathed into his ear only to make him fight them even more. God was he stupid!
You frowned at him and his blasted resolve that was about to cut his fucking hands off! You hastily clawed at the strands watching them disintegrate from your touch and your touch only. And at that he smirked up at you with obvious triumph. You'd certainly fell for his trap now hadn't you? "Sol!" You shouted when he'd suddenly wrapped his arms around you waist and flipped you off him. You fell painfully on your left arm and gasped when he just as quickly and without warning climbed on top of you.
His snicker was the last thing that fluttered past your finned ears before he wrapped his hands around your throat and squeezed with enough force to choke you immediately. You sputtered a cough that was strained by his iron grip on you that had you clawing desperately at him hands; eyes widening in shock. What the hell was he doing?! "So-mphm." You began but when he leaned down to press his lips to yours you found it had nary a chance of actually passing your now seal lips. In fact you knew that he was just making sure you had essentially no way of breathing even through the fact your throat was being constricting. And yet…it was kinda hot…
He moved his lips against yours, using just the right amount of pressure mixed with how much force he kept on your neck. And how he would let up allowing you a breath, however fleeting and inadequate, just to give you a taste of the vital life source your oxygen deprived lungs craved while keeping in rhythm with the grinding of his hips. Right when he loosened up again, you saw your chance.
With adrenaline lined veins you used all the remaining strength you had to shove him forward and receive a feeling of triumph when he fell back. You hadn't thought you had used so much force yet he still teetered back, arms grabbing for your shoulders to no avail. You sat up, wiping the back of your hand across your mouth and grinning at the expression on his face. You ran had hand across your throat too, wondering if it would bruise and cleaning his blood off you.
He still glowered at you watching as you reached for the bucket only feet away outside your recupercoon. You were rather triumph to notice the yellow and mauve stains on it even though he had disposed of the, uh, genetic material. You blushed at the thought yet looked back at him to see him removing his shirt and chucking it at the computer chair to his left. "Don't 2hove me, a22hole." He threatened turning a irritated eye at you while rubbing his shoulder.
You smirked back at him furrowing your eyebrow and tightening your grip on the bucket. "Wwell don't strangle me, mustard blood." You replied with your lip curling and shooting him a smartass look you had the audacity to convey. He sneered back at you leaning back on his elbows and leisurely stretching his long legs out in front of him. You glanced down at the bucket before tossing in his direction, right at his head.
He caught it though, impressively yet that didn't show on your face. There was too much intense lust to spare an inch for such a frivolous emotion.