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    Mathian watched him impatiently, with great fervor, eagerly awaiting his reaction. Messing with him, ordering him around, throwing him at the mercy of another wolf, it all felt good, too good. He'd hardly felt such thrill before tonight. Sure, it was fun irritating him, but this, now, it was fun tenfold. His eyes trailed off to Theo's crotch, watching his hard-on grow rapidly. As uncomfortable as it felt, it also felt exciting. He wanted to reach out and unbutton his jeans, slide his hand inside and squeeze the life out of him. Thankfully, before he could make that happen, Theo snapped back. Mathian found the tint of red in his cheeks cute and his words ambitious.

    He laughed loudly, throwing his head back and then leaning against the counter, gazing up at him with glossed over, drunken eyes. "Didn't expect that, did you?" he spoke in a playful tone of voice, pausing. A thought occurred to him then. He could totally strap him down, butt-naked, and whip his brains out. The idea made him tingle. He closed his eyes briefly, banishing the thought, and letting out a chuckle before turning to him and saying, teasingly, "I let you off easy." He grabbed the bottle and his glass and poured another shot. He handed the glass to Theo and said, "Show me what you can do, wolf."

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    Theo was startled by Mathian's laugh. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen the warlock laugh like that but it brought a broader smile to his face. Mathian was definitely sloshed, he could see it in his glistening eyes, though there was no denying that he was three sheets to the wind himself. He laughed softly and shook his head. "Are you sure you're not just projecting your own fantasies onto me?" He asked with raised brow, hoping to make a dig at the witch instead of wallowing alone in his humiliation. As it was now, he was shifting uncomfortably in his stool, feeling very constricted by his pants.

    He watched with an amused smirk on his face as the drunk warlock poured himself yet another drink. He was doing pretty good, the wolf had to admit. He half expected Mathian to be face down on the bar by now. But he obliged, taking the glass in his hand to aid Mathian's spell once again.

    This time he closed his eyes and let himself be completely enveloped in the darkness. It was impossible to tell if he was blindfolded or it was simply that dark, but the air was heavy and almost sufficating. He laid on some soft surface, a bed perhaps, that was covered with silk. Completely naked, from what he could tell. Though when he tried to move his arms and legs, he'd realize he couldn't, being strapped down by more silk.

    That was when a weight shifted the bed around him and then ontop of him, pressing him down further into the softness. The weight constricted his chest, making it harder to breath. It wasn't until he felt a hot breath through his hair and along his neck, and then a deep, rumbling growl in his ear that he'd realized it was someone else. Sharp nails started to drag slowly over the sensitive parts of his body, just enough to draw a bit of blood, while sharper teeth brushed along his throat and collarbone. They would nibble roughly here and there, before finding the spot that turned him on the most and biting into him, breaking the skin. Soft, silky pleasure, contrasted with a sharp, biting pain. Suddenly their nails raked viciously over his chest, as if they were trying to claw their way in to get a taste of his heart. Though before the pain could overwhelm the pleasure, Theo smirked and opened his eyes.

    He couldn't be sure it would be as effective, but he was curious to see if his hunch about Mathian was right. "Cheers..." He all but purred as he handed the now pitch black drink to the warlock.

    "If you could only see the beast you've made of me
    I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
    Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
    Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart



    My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
    You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl"


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    Mathian's glassy grey eyes were fixated on Theo as the wolf was planning his revenge, deep in thought. Mathian mused over what he could be imagining, fairly certain he wanted to give him a hard-on too, and Mathian was fine with it. When the liquid turned pitch black before his eyes, he had his doubts. It was a fairly ominous color and the experience often attached to it was usually tricky and... calamitous. But Mathian wasn't going to be deterred. He was ever the risk-taker.

    He grabbed the glass without hesitation, closed his eyes and began to savor the potion. He opened his eyes to complete darkness, a blindfold pulled over them, lying on cool, silky sheets, undressed and breathing heavily. When he tried to move, he realized he was being restrained. He started to squirm, struggling to break free as an overwhelming feeling of anxiety crept in. Being tied down, constricted, not in the know, was always undeniably scary. Loss of control frightened him. He could not see, or move, but he could feel something prowling about, coming closer and shifting on top of him, bare skin on bare skin, crushing his chest. He struggled for breath, pulling at his silken cuffs. Then he felt the heat of someone's breath tickling his skin and heard a low growl that made him shiver uncontrollably. He let out an indulging moan wondering who it might be. He wanted to reach out and touch him, he wanted to press closer, he wanted to see who it was, but he could do nothing but squirm underneath his crushing weight.

    He flinched when the stranger's sharp nails began to trail up and down his chest, then to his side, pressing harder and grazing his skin. The more it hurt, the more he enjoyed it, throwing back his head, hissing and panting. He cried out when the stranger bit into his hipbone, piercing his skin. He was caught in a daze, overcome by a raging heat, in-between pleasure and pain, hard and throbbing. But then, out of the blue, the pain began to dominate the pleasure. The stranger began to claw at his chest, aiming for the heart with great fervor. Mathiann stiffened, panic-stricken and gasping for air, confused and afraid. Alas, the pain quickly went away and Mathian opened his eyes slowly, his sight blurry. He put the glass down quickly, wiping his lips with his sleeve, panting heavily, his cheeks completely flushed. He looked down at his crotch and saw the bulge that troubled him. He gave Theo a sharp look but said nothing, wondering perhaps if he had been the one... but he couldn't bring himself to ask.

    Instead, he raked his shaky fingers through his hair, heaved a heavy sigh, composed himself and smirked, "How'd you know I liked fucking like that?" he spoke with a straight face, though a devious light shone out of his eyes. He chuckled and staggered off his chair, leaning in towards Theo, brushing his hand across his knee and thigh. "Time to go," he gave him a small wink and turned to get his coat. He threw more than enough money on the counter to pay for their drinks and turned towards the exit, blinking several times to make the room stop spinning.
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    Theo wore a shit-eating grin when Mathian's drink left him panting and a bit shaken by the looks of it. He could smell the arousal just wafting from the warlock and felt that it had been sufficient revenge for his own aching hard-on. He chuckled at Mathian's question, leaning his face on his hand, "Gee... I wonder?" It seemed he was finding it more difficult to sit up straight, though he burst out into laughter as the witch nearly fell over trying to get down from his stool. It always hit the hardest when you tried to talk for the first time. "You're fucked..." He snorted, though the grin immediately fell from his face as Mathian leaned into him, his whole body tensing at the touch to his thigh. He stared at the warlock as he winked and suddenly his mind was racing. His partner wasn't actually trying to pick him up, was he? Teasing and flirting was one thing but... Did Mathian actually want to sleep with him?

    After a few moments of hesitation, Theo tossed his bag over his shoulder and then followed after the stumbling warlock. He shook his head and quickly grabbed Mathian's arm, ducking under it to keep Mathian upright as they walked towards HQ. The whole while, Theo's thoughts were running rampant. What if Mathian tried to make a move? He could just say no... Did he want to say no? What the-, Of course he did! Mathian was his partner and a witch. Not to mention he couldn't stand him... But, then again, Mathian wasn't all that bad. At least, Not all the time. Sometimes he was actually quite intriguing and even beauti- No, no, no... But would it really be the worst thing if they-... Yes, yes it would!

    With the way the two of them were staggering, swaying into each other, into random light poles, and nearly falling off the curb a few times, Theo knew it was going to take forever to get home. And if Mathian tried to portal, only God knows where they might end up. Finally Theo decided to just hail a cab and get a ride back home, the two engaging in some hushed, playful banter during the ride. However, they did earn a few stares at HQ, as the drunken werewolf and witch clung to each other in an attempt to stay upright as they made their way down the hall towards their rooms. But then again, it was a Friday night and most wouldn't find that too odd really.

    Theo brought Mathian to his room first, working his way through the dark, unfamiliar room towards the warlock's bed. Suddenly his foot caught on something and he tripped, lacking the coordination to keep the two of them upright anymore. They both went down, Mathian landing on the floor first and Theo nearly falling on top of him, barely catching himself in time to keep from crushing the warlock's smaller frame. It was then that Theo caught the faint sound of glass shattering.

    "Ahh, shit... I think we broke someth-" But before the words even came out of his mouth, Theo's senses were taken over by the same heavy, sweet scent from before. The werewolf sucked in a sharp breath, trembling as his heart began to race, sending his blood pumping south. Theo's breaths quickly became shallow and he let out a low, almost pleasured groan that rumbled from deep within his chest. "Ahnn~ S-shit... What's happening?" He breathed, his eyes nearly glowing gold in the dim light as he gazed down into Mathian's. His cheeks were flushed, looking almost feverish, completely overwhelmed by this sudden desire he felt.

    "I'm sorry... If y-you really hate this... J-just hit me-" He managed to whisper in warning, before his lips descended on Mathian's, claiming them in a fervent and almost violent kiss. He couldn't stop himself, nor did it seem like he had any desire to. His entire body felt like it was tingling and the sensation of the warlock's soft lips against his sent sparks of pleasure shooting through him. He wanted, no, needed to feel more and immediately his hands were pushing at Mathian's clothing, eager to see if the feeling of his bare skin was as electrifying as his lips.

    "If you could only see the beast you've made of me
    I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
    Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
    Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart



    My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
    You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl"


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    The witch and the wolf tried to walk home, in their drunken stupor, but their legs swayed left and right. They were even further away from the headquarters when they circled back and passed the same lamp post twice. Mathian tried to walk by himself, protesting at having to lean against Theo for support, but he found himself bumping into him incessantly and finally gave up. All the while, they argued over silly things, teasing each other harmlessly and spouting nonsense, well, mostly Mathian. Finally, the wolf had some good sense in him and hailed a cab. They made their way through the headquarters sloppily, breaking into fits of laughter and earning threats and stares. They staggered up the winding staircase and reached their adjacent rooms where Mathian dispelled the protection rune at the door and let himself be taken in by the wolf.

    "Please, do come in," he jibed as they struggled to reach the bed, maneuvering across the cluttered floor. For a warlock who could tidy up his living quarters with a single finger snap, he was rather messy. He tried to push himself away from the wolf, confident that he could stand upright on his own, but to his surprise, in one single swoop, he was thrust to the floor with a loud thud and almost crushed by the wolf's weight when he came down too. A jolt of pain shot through him, sharpening his senses. He hissed and grimaced, trying to pick himself up when he caught a sweet, alluring scent wafting in the air around them. It sent his heart aflutter and silenced the buzz of whispers in his mind, all telling him to restrain himself. He fell back, sprawled on the floor, gazing up at Theo. His heart hammered in his chest as the red in his cheeks intensified and he started to breathe heavily, overcome by the sudden desire to take Theo's lips in one rapid, violent motion, the wolf's golden eyes piercing right through him and making him shiver in suspense.

    He was about to lunge forward but Theo beat him to it. Their quivering lips crashed together violently setting off that rare, quickly-spreading thrill. Instead of pushing him away, he found himself pulling the wolf closer, burying his body into his. He deepened the kiss, their lips sizzling hot, and slid his long, soft tongue through pushing past his clenched teeth as he slowly raised his hand and grabbed the back of Theo's head, gripping his hair and pulling him in, as if to keep him from escaping. He kissed him ardently, as if struggling for air, as he ran his hand down Theo's stiff neck, slithering past his bulging shoulder and coming up on his side. He wanted to feel every curve, caress every crevice, and then plunge his cold finger tips into his smooth skin. When he found himself unable to breathe, he pulled away suddenly, panting heavily, rubbing his face against Theo's, sweeping the cheek, the high bones, muzzling the ear and nibbling on the earlobe. His head fell back on the hard wooden floor as he stared deeply into Theo's eyes letting them pierce through him like white-hot daggers. He stifled a moan and propped himself to sit up, pushing against Theo's chest, their hot breaths colliding. He quickly took off his shirt and reached out to undress Theo's as well, before he leaned in and whispered, "I-I'll hit you only if..." he paused, panting for breath, "if it's a turn on," the words escaped his mouth without proper screening, he cared not about whether he wanted it or not, but about how much. And he figured it was a lot.

    He grabbed Theo by the waist and pulled him in again, bare chest against bare chest. He grabbed his ass in one sudden squeeze and ran his cold finger tips around the rim of his pants, looking for the button and the zipper, merely passing over Theo's crotch. He wanted to strip him down immediately and take his cock in his hand but the suspense was too great a feeling. Instead, he growled against Theo's lips and said in a low, shaking tone of voice, "D-do you want to fuck or get fucked?"
    Last edited by Lyra; 06-14-2019 at 01:28 PM.

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