Flug awoke with a splitting headache. Oh God, what had he done now? His mind felt fuzzy, his mouth was dry and had some nasty aftertaste of...something... and he wasn't sure what exactly was going on.

To take it from the top, his name was Rocinante Flugslys. He was 22 going on 23. He was home, or at least in a bed that smelled familiar. He worked part-time at Radioshack. He was also employed by a super villain with the goal of world domination. He enjoyed wearing female underwear, he also thought he looked pretty good in it but that was beside the point. The room was blanketed in grayscale, so he most likely didn't have his glasses on. He felt like shit.

And this scenario felt oddly familiar. Had he awoken feeling terrible before? What had he been doing at the time? He couldn't really remember what he had done the night before (at least he assumed it was daytime, the room was mildly dim what with the windows covered and only letting in a filtered fraction of the outside light) so perhaps thinking back to something familiar would help.

Well, he once woke up hungover in the middle of nowhere. Shirtless and covered in bite marks from his intimidating and well-dressed evil boss who's name he couldn't pronounce. So he called him "Black Hat", due to his trademark black top hat. Maybe that should be their company logo.

Wait, hadn't he sold his soul that night? To said villain in permanent formal attire? And did that not rob him of the ability to sleep?

So...how the hell was he waking up from anything?

Sitting up in bed, and once again feeling the world around him spin on a dizzying axis, he was able to confirm that he was in fact at home. In his familiar bedroom in his apartment. He was also still in his jeans and chucks. Odd, it wasn't like him to just go to bed immediately with all his clothes and even his shoes still on.

Coughing a bit as Flug tried to rid himself of the feeling of cotton in his mouth, he tried to think back to what he'd done last night.

Ok, he remembered the demonstration Friday afternoon for his Engineering Club. Shaky start but things ended alright. Then Aurelio invited him (everyone, but it included him) to a party at his house to celebrate how well it had gone, and Flug ended up getting dragged along to a college house party because God forbid he was allowed to continue his life as the human equivalent of a hermit crab.

Because no, he had to go out to a party and get drunk. At least, he assumed he had. Why else would he be waking up with a splitting headache with only vague memories past a certain point. He didn't even remember leaving Aurelio's house.

Well, he was home now. Safe and sound in bed. The only question was how?

Aaaaaand what were those sounds coming from the other room?

Flug tried to call out in his broken and cracking voice. "H-Hello?" Oh God he sounded horrible.

He heard footsteps growing closer and the door opened to reveal Black Hat, holding a bowl of cereal and eating from it nonchalantly.

"Oh good, you're awake." He said, still eating. "You're almost out of milk, by the way."

...

Ok, a few questions. First and foremost probably being how in the hell did he get into Flug's apartment?! Second, why was he in Flug's apartment?! And just casually eating Lucky Charms like this was their morning routine? Third, what the hell happened last night?!

"Wh-what happened? W-why-" Oh that hurt his throat. Black Hat motioned with the spoon and Flug noticed that there was a glass of water on the nightstand, which he quickly drank. It was room temperature but damn did it feel good!

"Well, let's see, where to begin?" Black Hat asked between spoonfuls. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"P-Party." Flug said, trying to think back to what happened. "I, um...I was drinking with..."

Oh shit he was drinking with Aurelio Cruz. And past that everything was hazy. Holy fuck what had he done after that? Just how much of a fool did he make of himself?!

Flug must've look pretty out of it, as Black Hat picked up from there.

"That Aurelio guy, right? You know, Demetra told me something kind of interesting on the drive over here about him. Do you remember anything about what that might've been?"

Flug remembered. He shivered thinking back on what might've happened if he hadn't been there. What might've happened to Demetra. What Aurelio might've done if he hadn't walked in when he did.

Wait...on the drive over?

"I-Is she here too?"

"No, she stayed downstairs while me and Mr. Perfect carried you up." Flug noticed a whole lot of sarcasm when he said "Mr. Perfect".

Did he mean Aurelio? Did he mean to say that he and Aurelio carried him up to his apartment? IS HE SAYING AURELIO WAS IN HIS HOME WHEN HE WAS PASSED OUT?!

Oh and Black Hat was there too. Which brought Flug back to his original question…

"Black Hat?" The man lifted his head from the bowl of oats and marshmallows. "How'd you get in?"

"Mmm." Black Hat balanced the bowl and spoon in one hand and fished around in his pockets with the other. He pulled out a keyring and held up one key with an evil grin. Although it was difficult to tell without his glasses, Flug was pretty sure that wasn't his keyring. It didn't seem to have his plane charm on it.

It took Flug's addled mind a minute to realize what it was the villain was showing him. When it finally hit him, he groaned and flopped back down on the bed, covering his face.

It was too early for this. Flug had no idea what time it was but it was surely too early for this.

In all honesty, he should've expected something like this. Hell, he knew this guy was an evil villain from their first conversation, he shouldn't really be surprised that he made a copy of his apartment key. If anything he was more concerned with when he did that. When had he so much as had the opportunity? How often had he used it? And for what reason?

Shit did he bug the apartment? If Flug found any cameras in his bedroom he was going to have a nervous breakdown, swear to God.

"Do I even want to know why you have that? Or for how long?" Flug asked, slightly muffled.

Black Hat chuckled into his cereal. Which is to say, Flugs cereal. "I'm happy to tell you if you really want to know."

Flug decided he didn't and peeked through his fingers to see the man put the spoon aside and drink the remaining milk out of the bowl. Jeez, how much milk does he have with his cereal? Flug never had to gulp the rest of his milk down.

"So, after drinking with Aurelio, what else do you remember?" Black Hat asked, sitting down at the foot of the bed casually. Flug noticed that he'd taken his shoes off and was wearing argyle socks with what looked to be little skull patterns. Cute.

"Not much." Flug said, straining to think back and apply some sort of sense to his garbled memories. "Everything kind of...fades in and out after a point. How drunk did I get?"

"Very, from what I could tell. I tried to just take you home without a fuss, but no. He had to follow along." Flug could only assume Black Hat was talking about Aurelio. "And then Dem came to make sure you were alright, and apparently Aurelio has lackeys like some cheesy cartoon school bully who just had to come with him, and I count myself lucky that it was just the two of us who actually came up and not the whole damn entourage."

Black Hat leaned back on the bed and gave Flug an almost threatening grin. "He seemed very concerned about the two of us. Dem said he even asked her about us. Didn't seem to like what she told him. Now why was that?"

Flug gulped. "I...I don't know. But he asked me about the same thing. I, uh, I didn't really know w-what to tell hi-him."

"Hmmmm, I had to think about it as well."

"W-what did you say to him?"

"I told him if he was so interested in you he should just make a fucking move."

Flug snorted. "Y-Yeah, like he'd ever be interested in me."

"Well, he's after something. And I doubt it's me, so what else is there in the realm of possibility?"

Flug wanted to keep laughing. Because Aurelio wanting to go out with him was certainly not in the realm of possibility. The very notion of AURELIO CRUZ showing interest in him was so asinine it was completely ridiculous! No way! Not in a million years! Not if he was the last person on earth would Aurelio Cruz ever be interested in Rocinante Flugslys.

But the more he thought about it, and the more he played back certain interactions between the two of them; when he asked Aurelio to use his Gift on him, Aurelio inviting him to go out, Aurelio inviting him to a party at his house, Aurelio drinking with him, how Aurelio was always calling him by his first name even though everyone else pretty much kept to calling him "Flug", Aurelio straight up asking about the situation between him and Black Hat. The more he considered it the more it seemed to be that the idea might not be so far fetched after all. Aurelio had been acting rather...interested...towards him lately...

His mental reaction to this revelation could be summed up in a single reference: Does Not Compute.

What...what was there for Aurelio Cruz, stupidly hot, stupidly popular, stupidly cunning and stupidly loaded, to see in Flug? He had the body type of a twig, half his face was scarred over, he had all the social skills of a house plant, and he had no future aside from the one where he developed weapons of mass destruction. A fact that really didn't bother him, which was something that actually did bother him a bit. Was he always ok with the prospect of profiting on bloodshed?

"Do you not think he's attractive?" Black Hat asked out of nowhere.

"W-WHAT!?" Flug nearly screamed. "I-I mean, I mean, y-yeah I, I, um, I d-d-do think he's at-attract-att- oh Dios mio -attractive!" It really shouldn't take that much to just get a sentence out. "I d-do think that h-he is. D-Doesn't ev-every-ry-one?"

"Then why don't you ask him out or something? Don't let me stop you."

"I, uh, I-I d-d-don't think I co-could ever do s-s-something like that."

"Oh? Why not?"

"Heh, I can barely t-tal-talk to the guy. Hell, I can ba-barely talk about h-h-him. And I don't like lots of at-atten-atte- oh for the love of -attention! I don't like getting a lot of attention. And he, well, he g-ge-gets a l-lot."

"You can talk to me, for the most part." Black Hat pointed out with a sly smile. "And we get a few odd stares ourselves, you know."

"Not as much as he does. Or I would, if I was with him. H-Hell, the few times I have t-talked to him I felt like I was on-onstage or something."

"Did you now?"

"Yeah, like, like everyone was just w-w-wa-wa-watching me." He shuddered at the thought of being so...seen. "I re-really don't like it."

"So, then, do you want him to leave you alone?"

"Wh-what?"

Black Hat faced Flug more directly, although he didn't move from the foot of the small twin bed. "If you're really not at all interested in pursuing anything with him, wouldn't it just be easier to tell him to leave you be?"

"I, um," Black Hat made a fair point. If Flug didn't want the attention that would come from being close to Aurelio, and if he didn't want to take the chance that he was in fact interested in him, then he should just say so and tell Aurelio to stop playing with him and back off. "I gue-guess so. Yeah."

Yeah. Yeah he'd fantasized about him for so long, but he couldn't really be around him. Everytime he looked his way it made him feel like there was a spotlight on him, that he was being scrutinized and examined. His presence made him a nervous wreck. Well, even more of a nervous wreck. He couldn't just be himself around him. Hell, before last night Aurelio hadn't even known Flug was actually gay. Not definitively at least. And Flug didn't really know for certain which way Aurelio swung, or if he preferred a certain sex, or if he was just experimenting. Surprising, given everything else he knew about him.

Wait...why would Aurelio...?

Wait...had he...had he came out to Aurelio last night? Or was he remembering things wrong? Oh God what had he done?!

Well now he had no idea what he would say the next time he saw Aurelio! How could he face him at all?! What was he supposed to say? Should he say he was just drunk and that's why he had said that? Well, Aurelio hadn't had a problem with it, so should he still try to hide the fact that he was gay? Why was he hiding it at all? Well, he wasn't hiding, per se. It's just that it wasn't really anyone else's business but his own, so he never talked about it with anyone. Why would he? He never intended to ever get that close with anyone. What did it matter to people he'd never see outside of school? What was he supposed to say about it anyway? He was gay. There. What more was there to it?

"If you can't get the words out," Black Hat said, interrupting Flug's mental collapse. He absentmindedly tapped Flug's shoes. "Perhaps showing him would be a better alternative?"

"Wh-what do you mean?" Flug asked, a bit worried about whatever this man would suggest he do. He took his shoes off, more just to have something to do with his hands.

"Well, this apparently all stemmed from those little marks I left on you." Flug self-consciously rubbed at the fading marks. "I could give you some more. Show him that you're mine. If he asks, say the situation between us that he was so perturbato by has changed. Say it got serious or something. Gives you an excuse to tell him to back off or turn him down if you want."

Ok the very idea of Aurelio Cruz asking him out was mind-blowingly ludicrous as it was, but the thought of Flug actually turning him down was just about to make his brain melt in his skull. Why would he ever do that when it was AURELIO CRUZ asking?!

Well, did he actually want him? Flug wasn't sure if he wanted the actual man, or just the idea of him he'd built up in his head. Logically the better course of action would be to put some distance between the two of them, enough for Aurelio to lose what little interest he maybe had and for Flug to get back to his normal life of not even being a blip on Aurelio's radar. That'd be better for all of them, wouldn't it?

"So, what do you think of that?"

"You're suggesting..." Flug said slowly. "That, you give me more bite marks...so that, so that Aurelio thinks we're t-together...and, what, we pretend to be in a relationship, basically, to get Aurelio to leave me alone?"

"The Cafe Triste staff would happily confirm it without having to be asked." Black Hat said with a wry smile.

Flug barked out dry laughter. "Yeah, yeah they would." It felt to Flug like a very underhanded prank they were pulling, making Aurelio (and everyone else) think he and Black Hat were an item. When in reality apparently neither of them really knew what to call each other in public. "Could be useful too."

"Oh? For more than just keeping Wannabe Playboy at bay?"

Flug chuckled. Was Black Hat actually jealous? Was that why he was going out of his way to get Aurelio to back off? It was an amusing thought, but some of the things Black Hat did made him wonder. Wonder if Black Hat's interest in him went farther than just wanting his intellect and scientific capabilities.

"Yes. Acting like we're, y'know, together would provide decent cover for why we are always, well, together. Can't very well say that we're villains, plotting world domination over lattes." Flug laughed a bit more. Black Hat seemed to find it funny, too. "Why not have the rest of the world see us as a happy couple spending all our free time together, as couples do?"

"Yes," Black Hat mused. "Yes, why not? I've always had a knack for hiding in plain sight. This would be rather devious, pretending to be an unassuming couple when we are in fact planning the demise of the world." The man grinned evilly, staring off into space. Probably imagining the feeling of pulling another one over the eyes of the mindless average citizens. It brought a bit of a smile to Flug's face as well.

"Gives us a decent cover story if we ever need to make anymore weekend trips."

"Yes, yes this is a truly ingenious idea!" Black Hat gloated, fixing Flug with a mad look in his eye. "Shall I do it?"

Flug blinked. "Um, d-do it?"

"Shall I bite you again? Give you some hickies maybe?" He asked. "We can come up with whatever stories we want for how we spend our weekends together, but it would really sell it if I continued, well, leaving marks on you."

"Oh, well, I, um-"

"Flug, we don't need to have you bruised and battered every week." Black Hat held up his hand, cutting Flug off. "Just often enough that to anyone observing, we have an ongoing, and I suppose quite passionate, physical relationship. It doesn't have to go any farther than your neck if you're not interested in me either. I just suggested it because, while drunk at least, you did seem to enjoy when I did that. So I thought you might be open to the idea of me doing it again."

Flug's face flushed. Black Hat just said that so casually! "Oh, uh, ok. So, then, you think w-we, that is, you, should ma-mark me again? Right now?"

"I think it would help to make it really convincing." Black Hat said. "The ones from before are fading, after all." Yes, yes that was true. The old marks were fading, even though Flug had reopened them with that little stunt he pulled, so they'd have to make new ones. It made sense. It was just to sell their story. That was all it was.

So why it it make Flug feel so…

"Do you agree?"

"I'm-I'm sorry, what?" Flug asked.

"Do you agree that marking you again would be beneficial to our plan of masquerading as a couple?"

"Uh, y-yes, I suppose I see how it would help to make it con-convincing."

"So then..." Black Hat let his voice trail off as he crawled fully onto the bed and closer towards Flug, never taking his eyes off of him. That shit-eating grin lessened into a more relaxed and dare Flug say, sultry smile. He was on his hands and knees, just hovering above Flug's calves. "May I?"

Flug felt like he might've forgotten how to breathe for a few seconds. Was Black Hat really suggesting that he bite him (and perhaps do more, and continue to do so for God knows how long) in order to make them seem like a happy couple? Well that's just...oh God he didn't even know what to call it. Black Hat was frank, and gave off a kind of "just business" vibe to the whole ordeal. They wouldn't be doing this out of any attraction to each other, they'd be doing it to make their lie more believable. Flug wasn't really sure if that was reassuring or uncomfortable. On the one hand, if it was just business and just to give a reason for why they were always together, then there was no pressure to get feelings involved. No reason to make it more than it was. As Black Hat said, they didn't need to have any physical relations beyond making it look like they were hot and heavy with each other.

On the other hand, it struck Flug as kind of...weird to be, well, close to Black Hat in this way without feeling anything about it. There was having a casual relationship that was strictly physical with no strings, and then there was this. Being physical up to a point and not really doing it for the pleasure of the contact but to get others to leave them (him) alone. Like wearing a wedding ring to keep away fuck-boys, not because there actually is a husband or wife.

And on the OTHER other hand, was Flug just supposed to turn his dick off and not enjoy what Black Hat would be doing? Was he supposed to not get turned on by getting attention like this? Granted his Soulless Super Powers made that an option, maybe, but he wasn't really that great at controlling them and he wasn't really sure if he actually wanted to go through with it without feeling anything. Even if it was just for show, it had been some time since he'd felt...well, someone else.

And as nervous as he was about actually going through with this, if it meant that even just for a little while, even if it was just necking and nothing more, if it meant that he'd get to be...close with someone...and someone he was somewhat ok around, why should he deny himself? He was so, so very tired of being all alone with himself. Even if he wasn't completely sure about it, shouldn't he at least give it a shot once, just to see? To see if it saited the burning desire within him? If only just his need for another's touch?

Could he actually do something like that?

Flug swallowed down his fears. He craved this, well not this situation or circumstances specifically, but he wanted to feel someone else moving alongside him. Moving against him. He wanted someone else's touch on his body. Even if was something rather impersonal like this. It excited him, as much as he regretted admitting it to himself. He didn't want to be embarrassed by what his physiology longed for. Didn't want to have to hide what is was he wanted.

And here was someone who was all too willing to give him what he wanted. What he needed. Who hopefully wouldn't comment too much on his desperation to at the very least pretend he could be okay with this.

He looked Black Hat in the eye, that same eye that was always so analytical, like it was constantly trying to look inside the mind of its subject and dissect their deepest desires. He couldn't see the faint rim of color around it anymore, it looked completely black and Flug couldn't tell if it was because the world was in black in white with various faded colors right now or if Black Hat's pupil was so expanded it was taking up his entire iris. He couldn't gleam what exactly it was that Black Hat was thinking but he could see desire in that eye.

He wanted this. Black Hat wanted to touch him in this way.

And Flug found he...wanted him to as well. Circumstances be damned.

He licked his lips, dry lips, and gave a small nod.

Black Hat advanced, crawling up the bed on his hands and knees until he and Flug were face to face, only a few centimeters separating the two men. He was smiling, but Flug couldn't tell if that was just from bemusement or something more. He wasn't as apprehensive as Flug was about this, that was for sure. He ducked his head down, down to Flug's neck. Flug sucked in a breath in anticipation of what was to come as he tipped his head back and bared his neck for him. Technically they'd done this before, but Flug hadn't been fully aware for it. He wondered how exactly he'd reacted while drunk. Would Black Hat be expecting him to act similarly?

Flug felt his face heat up even more, if that was even possible, his legs tensed as a familiar pool of heat began building in his gut. Small, for now. It was growing hotter the longer Black Hat went over the expanse of flesh Flug was generously presenting for him.

Black Hat was taking his time, going over the skin of his neck lightly, only just barely making contact with his lips. Occasionally his tongue would dart out and lick at the unmarked skin on this side. Fresh territory to deface and leave open. It tingled a bit, but maybe Flug was imagining it. He was quickly losing the ability to form coherent thoughts.

And when Black Hat's teeth grazed his flesh oh so gently Flug was about ready to smack that top hat off his head. It felt good, hell it felt amazing, but by God he was going so slowly! It felt better than anything so...nothing...should feel. Maybe it was just the anticipation of the thing. The promise of breaking the skin. Of making him bleed. Of marking him as his. Flug was quickly becoming more and more amiable about that phrasing the more Black Hat toyed with him about it.

Oh will you hurry the fuck up and just do it already?

Flug gasped as Black Hat's hand began lightly exploring the rest of him. He ran his gloved fingers over his chest through his shirt, he squeezed his inner thigh with the sweetest pressure Flug had ever felt, and settled on rubbing circles into his pelvis with his thumb while his other hand held his body steady over his needy partner. Flug could feel his legs shift a bit of their own accord, spreading themselves to allow Black Hat to lessen the space between their bodies even further. Now if only he would take it...

Flug wanted both of his hands on him. He wanted his mouth on him. He wanted to feel a strong body between his thighs. He wanted the contact to shift just a little more to his groin and-

Fuck he wanted more.

Flug wasn't sure what, if anything, he was expected to do for this. Did Black Hat want his participation? Did Flug even want to participate? It felt weird to just hold himself still and not do anything while this happened. As if he was just along for the ride, a mere passenger for what was essentially another time he and Black Hat would be somewhat intimate with each other. Or rather, Black Hat would be intimate while Flug just kind of laid there.

Yeah this was gonna be so much weirder if Flug did nothing the entire time.

But what exactly was he supposed to do?

Black Hat's breath on his skin was sending shivers down his spine. Down into his hips which jerked automatically, wishing Black Hat himself was closer between them. As it was, there was still a few inches that prevented him from receiving that delicious friction he so desired. And boy was he cursing those inches that kept him and his release apart.

"Mmmm." Flug whined in a voice that was higher than he usually sounded. Why was Black Hat not moving with him? Why was only his hand on him? Why was he being so gentle? That wasn't what he wanted from him. Or was it? Did Flug really want this man he barely knew to unceremoniously take his first time?

Wait, were they going to get that far?! What was it they were doing again? Wasn't this supposed to be just about marking Flug as "taken"? That didn't necessarily mean Black Hat was going to, well, take him did it?

Did it?!

"Say it." Black Hat said in an erotic whisper. Flug wished he was closer. Would move. Would thrust against him with every other word. "Say it, say it, say it, say it." Flug was feeling embarrassed that he was the only one who seemed to have any sense of urgency to get this damn show on the road. Black Hat acted like he was content to just lay suspended above him for the rest of time while Flug stared off at the walls trying to control himself. Trying and failing miserably on astronomical proportions.

"Nothing happens until I hear you say it." Black Hat accentuated his message with a soft kiss to his jugular.

That did it. "M-Mark me," Flug said. He damn near pleaded for him to just get on with marking him. This gentle stuff was like an appetizer, just foreplay until they got to the main event so to speak. And Flug was ready for it.

Black Hat got the message and held nothing back. He bit down on his collar so suddenly that Flug couldn't possibly hold back his cry of relief. Finally, they were doing this. He treasured the feeling of Black Hat's sharp teeth cutting into his shoulder, the way his tongue lapped at his markings and only further claimed him. Flug gripped the sheets tightly, he loved the sensations of the skin splitting and the blood leaving him to disappear down another's maw. It felt like he truly was giving himself to him. And what it felt like was beyond words.

When Black Hat removed his teeth, Flug came down from his high a bit. Only to be rocketed back up when those jaws closed down again and open him up further. In more ways than one. Flug felt his entire body shift, open and inviting to his charcoal skinned...what could he call him exactly? What were they to each other? What did this make them?

Said man had gone to sucking and lapping at the skin, hopefully to leave a multitude of wet bruises to go along with the weeping wounds. He drank down the sweat just as easily as he had the blood, although it didn't feel nearly as deep without that tongue dipping into the flesh.

He could stop himself no more. Flug was so worked up he actually wrapped his arms around Black Hat and pulled him close. Close enough that he could finally feel him between his legs and could rut against him properly. Pulled him so they were flush against each other and Flug could hold him tight against his thin frame. And let the pleasure explode so he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning too loudly. He didn't want any of his neighbors to get any ideas should they have witnessed Black Hat and Aurelio bring him home last night or see Black Hat leave today.

Flug could feel him grin. Could tell from how difficult a time he was having continuing with his marking of him. Flug's already spinning head was just barely comprehending the fact that Black Hat was probably laughing at him for being so aroused at this. No doubt it had been obvious from the start but Flug had broken down and began dry humping him and Black Hat couldn't contain his triumphant glee any longer. What a joke.

Black Hat pulled himself up, to look Flug directly in the eyes. The eyes that could make out his face exceptionally well without his glasses. It was nice, being able to see something so clearly without the use of prescription lenses.

Flug could see a bit of his blood dripping from the curving ivories of the man pushing him off the edge with only the bare minimum effort.

Black Hat spoke, in that same gloating voice he'd used before. "Well, someone's enjoying himse-"

He was cut off by Flug gripping him by the back of the head and crashing their mouths together. The skin was rough and coarse and he could feel small hairs prickling at his palms. Flug opened his lips wide and ran his tongue across the sharp teeth to taste his own blood mixed with the burning saliva of his partner, something Flug could think about later because all that mattered right now was coaxing the others tongue to come back and taste him all over again.

He could feel it, the long slimy appendage rubbing itself on his own tongue in a show of dominance to make it clear that this was it's domain. Flug's tongue relented and allowed it to sizzle his taste buds with its unique acidity. When that no longer satisfied it, it pushed its way into Flug's mouth, where his tongue was more than happy to let it roam freely across his teeth and venture to the very beginning of his throat. It eventually slid out, so that Black Hat could nip at Flug's lower lip and coax more droplets of blood to leave his body.

Flug's back arched as he whined, prompting Black Hat to wrap around him and deepen their embrace further. Everything was closer, their mouths, their groins, their chests, their legs, their tongues were intertwined and lapping against each other and the room started to spin as Flug melted into the strong arms holding him against that firm chest as his hips spurred into motion against him. God, he wanted him. God, please let him have this, if nothing else.

Black Hat pulled away first, staring at Flug's red, panting face with something that could only be described as reverence. Like he was some rare specimen that only he had the good fortune to observe. A gloved thumb stroked the scars of his right cheek.

Flug was mildly irritated that Black Hat had stopped, and made his displeasure quite known with his own insistent movements from under him. He'd do anything to get back those feelings between them.

Black Hat chuckled lightly, smirking a bit. "More?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Cállate...y hazme tuyo." Flug said with a slight smack to his arm. He was out of breath and panting heavily but he wasn't going to let this stop for anything.

"Si insistes," Black Hat said, lowering his head down to Flug's neck again.

Black Hat shoved him down so he could be fully on top of him, biting and sucking at his neck so that it would be clear that Flug belonged to him. His gyrations increased and Flug felt the euphoria of being held down and claimed. Oh God it was perfect, he was perfect, he gave him exactly what he needed from him. The feeling of his hands gripping him, directing how his hips would rut against his own, having those gloved fingers roam over the curve of his ass and squeeze so hard Flug wouldn't be surprised if he left hand shaped bruises.

He also would not care. As a matter of fact, he'd probably love it if it did leave him bruised.

Flug wrapped a leg over Black Hat's body, the change in angle causing both men to groan in ecstasy. The vibrations from Black Hat's mouth in his flesh like a growl causing Flug's arousal to grow deeper. He liked this, he liked having someone else move his body for him and make him feel so good. Black Hat seemed to know just how to angle him to give him the most out of their little session and Flug had no intentions of stopping him. His body was his to play with.

Both of Flug's arms held Black Hat tight, like his body was the only thing keeping him sane. Like his touch was the one thing in life he couldn't do without. Like all he needed out of this world was this trenchcoat-sporting form pressing against him and he could survive. His head was swimming and he didn't want it to stop. Blunt fingernails dug into the coat and wished they could feel flesh splitting for themselves.

Which clearly meant that Black Hat was overdressed. Flug took the liberty of snaking his hands across those toned shoulder muscles and slipped that long coat down to Black Hat's elbows. Oh God his body was magic, he could feel the hidden flesh almost hum and move like waves under the soft fabric.

Black Hat pulled himself up yet again, much to Flug's dismay, but it was only for a second and he got to see the beautiful sight of that long black garment being shed and tossed aside. Giving Flug a much appreciated view of Black Hat's form-fitted gray waistcoat and button down dress shirt. It was a long sleeve, did this man ever show any skin, but the red fabric splashed across Flug's vision like a layer of dripping fresh blood.

God that was hot.

As soon as the obstructing outerwear was removed Black Hat was right back on top of him where he belonged, leaving Flug's neck bruised and bloody and the rest of him just bruised. He had an iron grip that demanded submission and Flug was only too eager to give in.

His eyes were closed and he could barely think but he could feel and it was like nothing he had ever felt before in his entire life. Nothing compared, not anything he'd ever fantasized not anything with his hand there was no competition that the real thing was a thousand times better than anything he'd ever been able to imagine.

So intense. So good. So perfect. So everything.

Flug felt his arms pulled up and felt something being lifted over his head and still the only thing on his mind was Where was Black Hat's mouth and why was it not on him? Said orifice was promptly returned to its rightful spot and parts beyond as he felt that moist tongue going over his Adam's apple and dip lower towards his chest. God would the wonders never cease? Flug certainly hoped not.

As that sickly sweet singeing sensation worked it's way down to his exposed nipples he arched his back clear off the bed and held onto Black Hat's shoulders for dear life. He felt lips close around it and sharp teeth delicately handle his body and moaned shamelessly.

"Master," He said in a long throaty moan. He could hold himself back no longer. He resigned himself to speech. It was pointless keeping things to himself. He wanted Black Hat to hear him. Hear the sounds he was making just for him and no one else. Let him hear the fruits of his labor.

Black Hat hummed in approval while he worked his mouth around Flug's chest down towards his navel. Licking and sucking and lightly nipping at the fresh expanse of flesh to deface. He came back up and busied his teeth on Flug's earlobe, producing delicate gasps from his eager partner.

As nibbled away at the soft skin, he whispered darkly into Flug's ear. "Are you mine?"

"Yes sir," Flug replied immediately. Maybe a little too immediately. But God the man was good. He was hiking up Flug's legs around him higher and squeezing his ass and Flug didn't want to do anything but spur him on further.

"Do you want this?"

"Yes sir," He said in an equally desperate tone. Oh God just don't stop. Not for anything. Just keep doing what you're doing and give me the strength to hold on.

"Do you want me?"

"¡SI DIOS SI!" He said in an even louder moan.

That seemed to do it. Black Hat pulled away at light speed and Flug felt his hips lift and fall back down so quickly it was barely noticable. Maybe it was just a delay from everything else he was feeling. He was still feeling the world spin around him, maybe even worse when he didn't have Black Hat to cling to.

But that didn't matter because Black Hat was soon in his rightful position on top of him and between his legs. They squeezed around Black Hat's waist tighter and Flug could feel fabric moving against his bare flesh. He felt still-gloved fingers squeeze his bare thighs and it was just utter bliss until Flug came to a certain realization. It occurred to him that Black Hat hadn't taken anything more off after his coat.

Taking even more initiative, Flug slipped his hands around Black Hat's neckline. He fumbled around trying to get his tie off. Black Hat snickered at his timid movements but picked himself up just long enough that getting the damn thing off was possible. Loosening it was about all that Flug could end up doing and he just pulled it off over his head. The hat slipped off with it, and Flug got to see what Black Hat looked like without a hat for the first time.

He had combed back short black hair just a few shades darker than his skin, which had probably been pretty neat and tidy before but was now ruffled and unkempt like it was coming undone as much as the man himself might be. A few strands fell into his face, which was strangely blank, although Black Hat was still panting from their passionate tryst. It was like he froze once he was hat-less.

Strange, he looked almost...worried.

And he still was wearing his monocle. Ok, kind of weird. How was that even staying on? As a matter of fact how had the hat stayed on as long as it had?

Flug brushed a hand against Black Hat's cheek, and the man...flinched? Why was that? He relaxed after a second, but not before Flug took notice of the strange reaction. He looked at Flug's hand as if it was something unknown, something he wasn't sure about.

Flug ran a thumb across his high cheekbone, right under the monocle. He didn't say anything, but Black Hat seemed to understand what it was he was asking. He raised a hand and took the monocle off, revealing an eye clouded over and unfocused staring blankly ahead beneath a half-opened eyelid. If Flug could see colors right now, it would most likely be a pale shade of blue.

Well, that answered one question.

Flug wrapped both his hands around Black Hat's head and kissed him deeply. Black Hat hesitated a moment before kissing back, softly at first before he started kissing him hard. Hardest he had yet. So hard he was damn near forcing Flug down into the mattress and all Flug could do was just hold on and take it. His moans were swallowed by his partner, who was running his tongue over every inch of his mouth like he was trying to map it out and remember which actions produced the sweetest noises from him. Flug ran a hand through Black Hat's thick hair and found it...rustling? Was there a fan on? The windows weren't open so-

Flug quickly found his hands pinned down by his wrists on either side of his head. Held firm by Black Hat's still gloved hands like vices. Black Hat didn't say anything, or stop what he was doing. He did however move that blessed mouth down his chin and neck.

But Flug wasn't going to complain, because Black Hat's grip on his wrists and his mouth on his collarbone were pushing him farther and farther towards the edge and he'd be damned if it wasn't just getting better and better. He had no plans to move from his grasp, but Black Hat tightened his grip anyway. To the point it was almost painful, but a good sort of painful. Flug felt Black Hat stroke his palms with his thumbs, like his hands were precious things that he needed to be delicate with even as he held them down tightly. Black Hat moved up again and panted hotly into Flug's face. Oh God he just wanted him everywhere! If only he could just encompass his entire being with his own!

"You know, it occured to me," Black Hat whispered. "If I'm the Master, what does that make you?"

Slave, Flug's mind whispered.

He quickly tried pushing the thought out of his mind, as arousing as it was. It was exciting and thrilling and something that promised he'd enjoy himself and they'd do this again and it'd just get better and better and he'd like it so much if he just said it then it could be real and he'd be so happy He'd be so happy serving his Master and letting him use him like this It wouldn't be as if he wouldn't be getting pleasure and satisfaction from it Not as if it was something he didn't want. He wanted this.

Didn't he?

As great as it was, he was starting to come down from the initial high a bit. Starting to think about what was going on a bit more. He was still in the throngs of passion and lust, but switching between a mind clouded with desire and a mind clear from emotion and feelings. And it seemed to the latter half that the situation was escalating at a rate he might not be ready for.

Take for example, his lack of experience. Flug hadn't really gone this far with anyone in years. Scratch that, he'd never gone this far with anyone ever. He'd been kissed, he'd groped and been groped in a consensual setting, he'd done over-the-clothes type stuff like what this had started out as but in all honesty hand and mouth stuff was as far as he'd ever really gone. But this was quickly getting to be more and getting to possibly mean more and he wasn't sure he really wanted it to mean anything or if it was wrong for it to not mean anything or what exactly it was he wanted in the first place.

Fuck, was he ready for this?

"I see you have a thought." Black Hat remarked, bringing Flug out of his thoughts. "Care to tell me? Want to tell Master what you are?"

Flug was still trying to focus on gulping down the air, which was feeling hot and stuffy in this closed off apartment. Was it always so steamy in here? Had he just never noticed because there was never anyone else with him? The sweat was pouring down him in buckets, he felt.

He felt like he was slipping. His two minds were clashing and he couldn't decide whether he wanted to let this go on or stop it right now and he wasn't saying anything because he didn't know what it was he wanted to say.

Black Hat released his grip on Flug's wrists and rose to his knees. He was staring down at him, as he undid the single button on his waistcoat and slipped it off. "Don't want to say?" Black Hat asked, as he slowly began unbuttoning his blood red dress shirt. Slowly, slowly, ever so slowly undoing each button and giving Flug a gradually expanding view of what his bare chest looked like. Flug tried not to look so entranced by the action, tried not to be so obvious with how much he craved to see Black Hat shirtless and feel his skin on his. He could feel a few of his inhibitions being silenced as things progressed.

Master…

The final button was undone and the red garment was slipped off of well defined shoulders and down toned arms. And Flug got an eyeful of what Black Hat's body was like.

Instead of a pristine expanse of carved ebony, it was marred and marked and full of scar after scar on top of scar tissue and very little was left untouched. Flug was amazed, what had done all this? What had Black Hat been through in his life? How was he even still alive with all of these? He could see things that were quote unquote "normal", such as what looked to be bullet or stab wounds, but there were some that were just plain bizarre. A few horizontal marks going around Black Hat's side looked suspiciously like claw marks. And that ring of indentations on his shoulder looked like they could've been made with teeth. Teeth that didn't look human. Canine, perhaps.

Black Hat was silent as he ran a few gloved fingers over a particularly deep looking scar going across his abdomen. He lowered himself on top of Flug again but didn't kiss or touch him. He stared at Flug with his one good eye, maybe trying to gauge his reaction. Trying to see what he thought about him. His body. Flug had his own scars, albeit not as many, which unlike Black Hat he couldn't hide so casually.

Rocinante stroked a scar on Black Hat's chest lightly, the skin was slightly damp with sweat but had that same rough uneven texture he knew from his own scars. Even if this one was much bigger and deeper. How had it not pierced his heart? Rocinante moved his hands around, feeling those things that looked to be teeth marks and wrapping his arms around Black Hat to pull him into another heated kiss. He felt more scars on his back, long curving marks that he followed down gently. Overlapping and cutting into each other. Black Hat was as passionate and strong as ever, forcing his way into Flug's mouth with no room for debate and pressing the two of them firmly together. Flug was just barely able to keep his head up and kiss him back, he was on the verge of fully relenting and just laying back as Black Hat continued with his sinful assault on his pleasure center. He was content letting him set the pace and enjoying everything that was going on so far so Black Hat should just take his pants off and...and then what?

Were they, were they actually going to have sex? Here? Now? Was that was this had been building up to? Did Flug want that? Did he want to have sex with Black Hat? How could he not, with how vehemently he declared that he wanted the man? With how passionately he'd kissed him? With how he'd moaned for him? How hungrily he watched him undress. It seemed like the answer should be an easy yes.

But there was still a sliver of unsure fear lurking in the back of his mind.

Did he actually want this? Here? Right now?

Toy, whispered a voice through his brain, massaging it with promises of pleasure and release. He tried not to think about what the word meant too hard. He thought he might not like it.

Black Hat pulled away and crouched over him leaving that unwanted (or was it) sliver of space between their near-bare bodies. Black Hat stroked his scarred right cheek with his gloved hand, making Flug mewl and lean into his wondrous touch. He felt he was about to go limp, he could barely keep his head up.

The clouded over haze of his neglected sexual desires was overtaking him and it was difficult to keep track of what was happening and what he was doing in response to it.

"Are you ready?" Black Hat questioned.

Flug nodded his head, not fully understanding what Black Hat was asking but wanting it all the same. It was getting harder and harder for him to think, or to just lift his head up. His arms limply held onto Black Hat for support, like literally every drop of blood in his body was being directed into his blue and white striped panties. Making him harder and harder.

Black Hat smiled, removing his hand from Flug's face to trail it down his body. Lightly thumbing his nipples and running his fingers over his stomach. He began running the expensive glove leather over Flug's exposed thighs and playing with the hem of his matching kneesocks as he helped wrap his legs back around him. Flug felt like something out of a shojo wearing them.

Or rather, a yaoi.

Flug moaned from the feeling of hands on him and allowed himself to give in, Black Hat still playing his sick teasing games with his body and leaving him to grab onto him for dear life. He wondered faintly why Black Hat had kept his gloves on, while strong hands latched onto his ass and kneaded it through his panties until Flug was moaning like a cheap porno slut and the thought of that just made him want to sink into the sheets even further and just let whatever was going to happen happen.

Everything made his brain feel fuzzy and words were a chore. He didn't want to think. He just wanted this.

Slut, his mind said, making Flug question whether or not he truly did want this as much as he thought he did.

Black Hat seemed to be going a bit spastic, his hands switching between holding him by the hips to wrapping around his waist to fisting handfuls of Flug's hair to move his head around and wrapping around his neck as he kissed him. It was like he couldn't keep his hands still or decide what it was he wanted to hold onto. He kissed him passionately, and Flug wrapped his arms around him to bring him deeper. Just like his mouth opened to let him in deeper. His body pushed against him to be closer.

It came so naturally now. Was this what sex was always like?

Black Hat kissed Flug's scars tenderly, the gentleness of his mouth such a contrast to the firmness of his hands that Flug let loose a contented sigh with "Master" falling from his lips again.

"Tell me," he said in between deep kisses. "What are you?"

Doll, said the voice. Flug didn't dare repeat it. Black Hat continued until the voice came up with something else to whisper through his mind.

Slave,

Slave Boy,

Sex Slave,

Sex Toy,

Puppet,

Fuck Puppet,

Slut,

Whore,

"What are you?"

"P-Pet," Flug said, in unison with the voice in his head. "Pet," he repeated when Black Hat raised his head to confirm what Flug had told him.

"Pet," Black Hat said, letting the word roll across his tongue until he was satisfied with it. "My Pet," He said, sighing as the word escaped his lips. It seemed they had found what they were to each other.

"Let Master take care of you, my Pet." Black Hat whispered in Flug's ear, sending liquid fire to his cock and nearly making him come all on it's own. They both tightened their grips on each other, like that would keep them grounded to this moment. "Let me be everything you need. My precious Pet. Let me give you what you need."

Flug was in no position to argue or debate, he could barely breathe and only caught his Master's words because they were right in his ear. He kept on talking; saying he would keep him safe, he would always be there for him, he would always be safe and sound with his Master, he just had to let him in. And he wanted to. He was slipping down and thinking was difficult even with his mind going 40 kilometers over the speed limit. He had thoughts, but there were fleeting and nearly impossible to latch onto for more than a few seconds. He just wanted to let go and let Black Hat have him.

But could he? Should he?

Flug could feel hands on him still, and a voice in his ear still whispering sweet nothings. He wasn't sure anymore what was going on though. He thought it felt good but now he wasn't sure. He thought he wanted this. Didn't he want this? What was wrong? Was something wrong? There shouldn't be anything wrong. He was safe with his Master, wasn't he? Wasn't he safe? Didn't he feel safe? He wanted to feel safe here, underneath his Master's arousing touch.

His Master that he didn't really know all that much about.

What did he know about Black Hat anyway? What did he really know about this man? This man he had made out with twice now. And was currently in his bed. He couldn't pronounce, spell, read, or even really remember what his name actually was. That was kind of awkward when he really thought about it. He was essentially making out with someone he didn't even know.

Well, he knew Black Hat. He'd known him for, um, a few...a few weeks now. Uh, he was from...shit he didn't really know that either. He could remember that the name of his home country was something equally indecipherable as his own, but that was about it. He didn't know anything about what kind of place it was. Black Hat never really talked about himself beyond being a villain. Flug didn't know if he had any family or anything.

Well he was here now. And lived...Flug didn't know where. He'd never been and Black Hat had never made mention of his current abode.

Who was this guy on top of him?

Shit, he didn't even actually know how old the man was. He seemed to be older than Flug, but that was more from the way he carried himself. He had one of those faces that was kind of just ageless. Flug couldn't really gauge how much older Black Hat was.

Ok that's, that's actually a little concerning. How little he knew.

And then there were the scars. They themselves were not the issue. It was just, well, there were so many. So many going over and under each other, scar tissue on top of scar tissue and certain things were just plain strange. Like these ones Flug was tracing down Black Hat's back. They felt long and thin, swiping down the expanse of dark flesh. What were they from? How long had he had them?

He said he would take care of him. He wanted to believe that. He wanted to believe that this man on top of him (who he knew next to nothing about and yet really wanted to give himself to for reasons he didn't want to fully admit to) could be trusted to, well, be with. He was lonely, oh so alone and so desperate for another's touch. His body gave above and beyond the standard positive reactions. If anything it felt like his touch sensitivity had been heightened rather than subdued.

Heightened more than he could take and he didn't know how to stop it. He couldn't focus, his mind was whirling and he barely felt what was going on specifically he just felt this person touching his body and felt his body scream out for more.

He potentially caught a break when the heavenly touches seemed to cease. He peeked up through heavy eyelids to see Black Hat joining him in stripping to his underwear. He had on black boxer briefs with what was perhaps a deep maroon red waistband. It was a bit hard to see when the colors weren't vibrant.

Wait...when did Flug take his clothes off? He didn't remember doing that...

Black Hat. Had Black Hat?

Flug's eyes shot open and he came to the realization that Black Hat had, indeed, stripped him of his clothes. His chest was bare and speckled with nicks and wet spots and he had nothing on but his matching blue and white striped panties and kneesocks. His chest was rising and falling at a rate that was probably much too fast but there still wasn't enough air for him. It was all going in and out too quickly for him to actually get any of that sweet sweet oxygen he needed.

Um, Black Hat was eyeing him like he was the sweetest treat in the world; hungrily and eager to dig in. Flug wasn't sure if it was arousing or terrifying and wondered in some back corner of his mind if there was a word for something that was equally both. He came back quickly, locking their lips together without warning and leaving Flug to kiss back more on reflex than out of want. He wrapped his arms around Black Hat but he wasn't fully convinced that this was what he wanted anymore.

Yes, yes it was getting to be far too much. Far far far too much Flug couldn't take this he couldn't do this right now he couldn't just sleep with him just like that he had things like self respect and dignity and other made up concepts to use as excuses so that he didn't have to say that he was scared. He was scared to do this because he didn't know who this was he didn't know what this really was for either of them anymore cuz it had gone way farther than was planned and he didn't actually fully know how.

He wanted to trust that this man knew what he was doing, trust that he could be trusted, but how could he trust someone he didn't know? How could he give his first time to a complete stranger?

How could he have sex with a stranger like...like some whore?

He felt his panties being dragged down and he just broke.

"W-wait wait wait wait wait stop s-st-sto-stop stop stop p-please stop please st-stop stop!" He cried out, pushing Black Hat off of him. He scrambled to pull his underwear up and cover himself and the fact that he might've been leaking precum.

Flug tried in vain to get his breathing under control but it seemed like it was just getting harder and harder and like he might pass out if he didn't get any air soon. Black Hat was confused and might've been asking what was wrong but Flug couldn't discern words right then he just needed to breathe. Breathe. In and out, in and out, in and out and shit did he need to put on a video to remember how to breathe!?

Black Hat reached out to touch him but Flug wasn't having any of it. He slapped his hands away and tried to calm down on his own. He tried backing away but there really wasn't anywhere else to go except maybe the floor so he was pretty much trapped on the bed and he couldn't escape and he couldn't breathe. It wasn't working, shit it wasn't working, why wasn't it working why couldn't he breathe? What would make it work? What would-

"NO Stop st-stop stop let go let go l-l-let g-go let go no stop no stop!" Flug cried out in muffled panic as Black Hat held him tight against his chest. He could still feel his raging erection and thought for a moment that Black Hat would try to resume where they left off so he started pushing and shoving and hitting weakly trying to wrench himself free to no avail. He was too strong. He couldn't fight him off. It was like shoving against a wall, he couldn't break away.

Flug could've sworn he felt a tear go down his cheek, as he resigned himself to whatever Black Hat was going to do to him. He held onto him even though he was afraid, even though he didn't know what it was he wanted or didn't want any more, he clung to Black Hat because damn it he was the only thing he could hold on to, as confused and afraid as he was. His rock in the tempest of sensations and emotions and wants and needs and other things he couldn't put into words. He'd be good, he swore through sobs, he swore he'd be good.

Flug didn't know how long it took him to calm down, all he could tell was that gradually he was able to catch his breath. Black Hat had not moved, had not made any attempts to touch him any further than keeping him pressed against him, he hadn't even said anything. When Flug hadn't lashed out after a few minutes and had relaxed against him somewhat, Black Hat opened his arms and let him go.

Flug didn't pull away for a second, trying to wrap his head around the latest events that had transpired between the two of them.

Had that whole marking thing really just been a cheap trick to get close to Flug? Get him to allow Black Hat to bite him, more or less consensually? Take advantage of the fact the Flug liked it? Had Black Hat's end goal been to sleep with him all along?

Well, Flug technically had made the first move. Didn't he? He had kissed him first. But that wasn't an excuse to jump into...that. Not so soon! Not so immediately! It was just a kiss. A heated one, but it didn't mean they had to go further.

But...Black Hat had asked him if he wanted to continue after that. He had pulled away and asked if Flug wanted him to take it further. He asked if Flug wanted more, and Flug had told him yes. So, had Flug led him on?

Well, Flug did want more. He had wanted things to go on, hadn't he? It was like sifting through a whirlwind of memories, all jumbled and caught up in the heat of the moment and covered in a thick haze of lust and pent up desire.

And then Flug up and called him "Master". In the midst of a heated embrace. Well, how many ways can someone interpret that? It comes off as a clear sign to keep going, that the other person is enjoying it and wants more. And Flug...was enjoying it. Wasn't he?

And he...he had allowed Black Hat to take his clothes off. To strip him to his underwear. He had been vaguely aware that that's what was going on, but wasn't thinking about it enough for it to really sink it. The implications it held. But he had let it happen.

And then...Black Hat had taken his shirt off. And they'd quietly held each others gazes as Flug took his body in. Flug could've said no, that this was going farther than he was ready for, he could have. Couldn't he have?

But, well, Black Hat had looked...nervous. Like he thought the sheer amount of scars on his form would scare Flug off. Make him change his mind. Like things were going good, until he took his own clothes off and then Flug decided he didn't like it anymore. Didn't like him. Which was not true! Flug didn't mind them, he had his own, it'd be pretty damn hypocritical and shallow if he had any sort of problem with Black Hat's scars! But, maybe he should've still said something.

There were moments where Flug could've ended it. Flug had more than enough times and chances to tell him to stop, but he hadn't. He'd had multiple chances to end things before they went too far, but he hadn't. Flug had the opportunity to tell Black Hat "No," many times, but he hadn't. The man himself had paused things to ask if Flug still wanted things to go further. He could've said no. Could've spoken up. He could've made his rising fears known, explained why he felt things should stop here. Tell his partner he wanted him to stop or at the very least slow down a bit so he could get his bearings. But he never did. As a matter of fact, he'd encouraged him. Told him to continue. Told him to take it further. Told him to really make him his. Told him he wanted this. He thought he had. He had thought this was what he wanted.

He'd done this to himself.

Whore.

Traslations:

oh Dios mio = oh my God (Spanish)

perturbato = perterbed (Italian)

Cállate...y hazme tuyo = Shut up...and make me yours (Spanish)

Si insistes = If you insist (Spanish)

¡SI DIOS SI! = YES GOD YES! (Spanish)

Notes:

Now remember, I can't get in touble for putting a borderline sex scene on here if no one reports it. *wink wink*

And, technically speaking, sex did not happen here. I'm just a gigantic tease. If I really must, I suppose I could censor it and just link you all to the AO3 version which will have explicit content for those who'd like it.

Oh, and I just got a tumblr! in case anyone wants to talk to me more directly or scream at me for all the cliffhangers. Literally, just got in like, this past week. Will be posting fanfic updates and even previews, so follow me!