Kink Meme the 4th(?)!

[preuxchevalier]

We have returned, friendzz! We are zztill mozzt curiouzz about the romancezz of humanzz and other zzpeciezz! In advance of the Zzt. Valentine'zz Day Party, we wish to underzztand it azz bezzt we can.

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[You know the drill with kink memes! Post prompts either logged in or anonymous and respond with your fills. The bees are excited to learn about any and all things!]

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

i'll just start us off with the vampire prompts we know are coming.

ienzo/natalie

she convinces him to turn her in the sexiest way possible.

FILL (part 1/2 (possibly 3 but probably not))

[(Anonymous)]

Natalie can’t help but kick herself for missing her opportunity. Sure, she didn’t exactly want to be a Ventrue, but it wasn’t like there were any other options besides staying just a simple, mundane little human. It would've been simple enough to get Bertie to turn her too, even if he couldn't drink from her. He was enough of a bleeding heart that she's sure she could have walked him through the process if she came to him weak enough, but now that he's turned Ienzo the man seems determined to lock himself away for the rest of his days.

She huffs. She'd had it all planned out, too.

There's always Ienzo, at least, but he isn't quite as wild as Bertie. It's glaringly clear just from seeing him walking around at night that he's better about feeding himself, though whether that's his own self control or just being able to learn from bad experiences is up for grabs. She hopes it's the latter. It would make what she's about to do that much easier.

He’s not an easy man to find, especially when he doesn’t want to be, but Natalie manages eventually just by wandering. It’s a small place with not a whole lot of places to go, after all. Just a few minutes following the flow of the river (she’s sure that hadn’t always been there) and she finds him, sitting on the bank with the unnatural sort of stillness that only the undead can manage in this sort of weather and looking sullen. Bracing herself against the cold, she sits down next to him.

“So,” she says with a bright sort of sharpness, watching with some small amount of glee as he breathes in deeply and eyes her neck before forcing himself to make eye contact. What luck! She must fit his restrictions and have caught him between meals. This may actually be easier than trying to get Bertie to turn her. “How is vampirism treating you?”

Ienzo scowls and glares with an intensity that makes her glad that Nightmare isn’t the Ventrue discipline. “Poorly,” he says, sounding very tired. “I’m starting to understand why Bertie was so upset about it.”

Natalie frowns again. This really hadn’t been her intention. Bertie becoming a vampire hadn’t been her intention, much less him managing to somehow accidentally embrace anyone else. “I’m sorry,” she says, and she really does mean it.

“It isn’t your fault,” he says, starting to wave it off dismissively before pausing mid-gesture for thought. “Well, it is, but in ways that you likely could not have predicted. There isn’t anything you can do about it.”

“Oh? But maybe there is.” Pulling the scarf from around her neck, she leans in, watching the clouds formed by her breath in the cold night air swirl around him.

[(Anonymous)]

ienzo/riku

can't tame this darkness inside

[(Anonymous)]

ienzo/aeleus

it's not technically incest, right? ienzo's hungry, aeleus is always there for him.

[(Anonymous)]

The Bees report of the various sexual activities of the residents here.

Multiple pairings please?

[(Anonymous)]

darkroach/the embuzzy bees. yes, all three of them.

[(Anonymous)]

ienzo/bertie

double blood bond across the sky

[(Anonymous)]

ienzo/bakura

nothing says 'welcome to the neighborhood' like a semi-erotic bite

[(Anonymous)]

ienzo/even

how can something so wrong be so right?

[(Anonymous)]

mika/kain

sexy nannying?

[(Anonymous)]

What had started as a way on Mika's part to keep control of a tense situation had become something of a habit. Whenever she found herself stopping by Kain's house to say hello, she always ended up in his kitchen assembling a snack and shoving it at him. Whenever she caught him out and about in the village, she'd scold him for being insufficiently bundled up, and tighten up his scarf. Something about the dragoon made her want to pick and fuss, as though he were a wayward cub that would be utterly doomed without her intervention. And he might well be, for all she knew! She had watched a snapshot of his life in tiny 16-bit pixels, that started with a castle and ended angstily atop a mountain, and Alpha help her, if that man didn't need a good meal and someone watching out for him, she didn't know who would.

And it wasn't like he seemed to mind terribly much. He might frown a little, he might grumble, he might try to assert his lack of need for such fussing, but in the end he always relented. The sandwich was devoured. The scarf was left in place. Mika liked it, why wouldn't she like it, but there was always this little underlying thread of dark doubt. He must have only been tolerating it all, because that's who he was. Raised noble, raised right, raised to not raise his voice to a lady...? Even if she could hardly consider herself anything of the sort. Doubt was always there, ready to consume her, so she tamped it down with more bravado and bluster and fussing.

Kain finally made an attempt to call her on it one chilly evening, where she had come by to ask to borrow some leather-working tools and wound up staying to construct preposterously good sandwiches out of leftover roast elk and pickled gysahl greens. "Do you do this to everyone?"

"Whmmph?" It's a question asked through a mouthful of sandwich, incomplete but clear enough for Kain to interpret.

"This. Barge into their houses and start making things for them?" There's laughter in his tone, but with the way he immediately bows his head, she can't tell if it managed to make it to his blue eyes.

Mika's quick to swallow that mouthful, bristling and advancing upon him. "Hey, I didn't barge in. You invited me, Highwind. And since you keep seeming to forget to feed yourself...."

That provoked a further aversion of his gaze. "...I'd have gotten around to it sooner or later."

"Later rather than sooner, I'd bet. Honestly, if I left you alone, what kind of shape would you end up in?"

Kain spoke quietly, little emotion to the words. "I hesitate to guess."

"Really, you'd spend all day and all night pacing the Meadous back and forth, and not even eating right..." Not even pausing to register that he had spoken, she strode forward and reached teasingly for the ponytail at the back of his head. "And your hair... when's the last time you trimmed those scraggly ends?"

At the first indication of a tug, Kain's hand flew up to grip at Mika's. Not harshly, not with fear or anxiety. He merely wished to stop her. "...do you do this to everyone, Miss Whitepaws?" And with the question posed he shifted himself about in his seat, lifting his head in that purposeful way he had. The one that she was coming to recognize that he used when he was trying to be honest and open. "Or am I fortunate enough to have somehow earned your attentions?"

She could have died, right then and there. Mika could have crumpled into a heap, dissolved into ashes, and let the wind blow her away. This couldn't have possibly been real... but the grip of his hand and the clarity of his gaze kept her upright and anchored to the moment. "Well." She couldn't just back down now. She couldn't. A huff escaped her, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. "You're... you're the only one that seems to need it..." Oh no, oh no, what was she saying, what was going to happen now, what was...

He was reaching his other hand up towards her.

He was lifting just the slightest bit in his seat.

Like hell she was going to let him get the first move in! Too far in to turn back and too proud to ever stop herself, Mika dipped down and planted a fierce kiss upon Kain's lips. He made a surprised sound, and so did she in turn, but that hand of his made it to the side of her head just as he had planned, and he held her there, returned the kiss, prolonged the contact. After a long and shuddering moment they broke it off, both gasping faintly. "...fortunate. I'm fortunate."

The laugh in Mika's throat was nearly a growl, as she tilted her weight forward and rested her forehead against his. "You're fortunate that I don't just walk on out the door right now!"

"I am, aren't I?" And he moved forward for another kiss, which yet again the warou woman surged forward to meet.

[(Anonymous)]

sasha c3< everyone

he is the town auspistice

[(Anonymous)]

ienzo/jay, so now all pseudodads are represented.

[(Anonymous)]

even c3< jay/dustin

this is a terrible idea and everything about it is to be regretted

[(Anonymous)]

jay<3<dustin i'm going to laughcry if this actually gets filled.

[(Anonymous)]

The kiss was less a kiss and more two faces slamming together angrily. Metallic fingers roughly tangled into Jay's hair as they pressed closer. Teeth, tongue and lips fighting for dominance. The two throwing their weights at one another amidst the kiss. Hair pulled, shins kicked, nails dug into skin pulling wildly at what was reachable. Even the sting of snowfall biting through their clothing did little to break the two apart.

Dustin hissed when he finally pulled away for air. His mouth and body ached, a dull pain pounded at the back of his eyes as Jay shoved him against a wall. The flamboyant man's teeth were bared and mouth bloodied. Slim fingers finding a home around Dustin's throat as he loomed over the scientist.

"If you touch him again, I'll kill you. You, worthless mongrel." He spit blood back down at Dustin's face.

[(Anonymous)]

mika/bertie

puppy play, but who's the puppy?

[(Anonymous)]

She tugged at the leash with a smirk, clawed fingers digging into the fabric of that leash as she looked down at Bertie. The slim man was settled on his knees, head tilted upwards. His eyes half lidded from embarrassed arousal. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to steady himself under her gaze.

"Good boy." Mika chuckled lowly back, ears flicking forward as she moved forward, ghosting a hand over his bare body. The man quivered, breathless and embarrassed at how much he wanted her to touch him. The warou woman lowering herself to his level was enough to make him whimper.

"Very good boy." She whispered lowly as she brought her lips to his neck.

[(Anonymous)]

i maintain my request for eddie/sasha catman fic

[(Anonymous)]

He hissed lowly, arching back into the bed under them as Sasha's claws dug into his skin. Blood welled to the surface, the sight of it just made the roadie moan.

"Fuck."

"I've barely touched you." Sasha said with a low amused sound, digging his claws deeper into the skin, watching his husband squirm under him. His gaze drifting between the fresh scratches lining Eddie's torso and his bobbing erection.

"Still pretty fuckin' hot."

The German man snorted quietly at that. "You say that about everything."

"Cause you're smokin'." Eddie tried to do the appropriate finger guns to accompany his words, only to have them swatted away by Sasha's free hand. His tail lashing slightly behind him.

"That was corny, even by your standards." Even with his words he leaned in to lightly kiss the other man. Raking his claws lightly across Eddie's skin, simply enjoying the pleased whining it earned from the larger man.

"Only for you, baby."

[(Anonymous)]

mika/sasha

cats versus wolves

oh i am sorry were you expecting porn

[wolfishsurvivalist]

"Oh my god, Sasha no." Mika had flinched away from him at the first signs of his face contorting, but by the time he was actually making retching sounds she'd shoved her chair as far from him as possible. When he finally coughed the blockage free she looked more offended than ever.

"Jesus on a stick could you at least use a hairbrush like a civilized person?" Her lips peeled back from her fangs in a look of pure disgust as the German man tried to regain his composure. Alpha help her, but for all their pompousness and vanity kathruda could be positively disgusting sometimes.

[(Anonymous)]

hajime/natalie

now that natalie's human again, there are certain things she remembers wanting

[(Anonymous)]

His hands fumbled, the nervous energy easy enough to read. All Natalie could do was correct his course, laughing lowly into his shoulder at Hajime's attempts to undo her bra.

Somehow, even that made her want burn stronger. The awkwardness she had forgotten, it was equally as arousing as the actual act. As arousing as the kisses the man managed to give her in turn amongst his uncertainty.

His lips were slightly chapped from the cold, breath warm against her skin. Hajime's lips, touching her breasts, trailing across exposed skin curiously. Calloused fingers gently trailing across her sides, her hips, brushing cautiously across her legs. Nervous fingers brushing downwards, through the curls, strong, agile fingers stroking an area she had forgotten for far too long.

All she could do was arch into his hand, fingers digging into his neck, words blurring into broken syllables as he watched her with those gentle eyes.

[(Anonymous)]

bertie/nemo

you missed one pseudo dad

[(Anonymous)]

This is wrong. It's probably really wrong. Bertie's like a kid to him, but he's... not, is he? Certainly not like Karkat or Gamzee or even the trolls who remind him of his own family. They're all completely fucked up. One big, fucked up family scattered to the four winds of the universe. What's messing things up a little more with a pseudoson who'd come asking about 'Well, you know? The, er... thingummy with the whatsit.'

Nemo had raised his brow in amusement as the young man went completely red in the face. He's not that young, though, is he? 27. He's almost god damn middle-aged. Hell, the way Bertie drinks, there are probably more years behind than ahead for his liver. So, Nemo says sure and leads him back into the bedroom.

Meulin's out hunting, so they have the place to themselves. He tells Bertie to unzip and gets a blank look from the other man. "You want to learn something? Practical will make it all make more sense. We're going to start with the basics."

It takes a little more coaxing, but eventually, Bertie's shucked his jacket, waistcoat, braces, and trousers. Jesus, did the kid wear enough clothes? He's even got garters for his socks. It's cute. Nemo unbuttons his own jeans and they're matching, just a shirt, underpants, and socks. Well, Bertie's shirt is a button down, and he's tugging at the hem to try to keep it down as far as possible.

"Pull off your boxers now and we can start," Nemo tells him.

Bertie's gaze jerks up, and he gapes. "I-I... is that entirely necessary?"

Sighing, the smaller man steps forward, works his thumbs into the waistband of Bertie's underpants and pushes them down, kneeling in front of the younger man to examine him. Everything looks like it's in working order, and Bertie's half-hard already. Probably nervous excitement. Nemo glances up at him and smiles.

"Not bad, kiddo." He rises and pulls off his own underwear before motioning to the bed. "Let's sit."

Bertie does so and immediately tries to cross his legs to hide himself. "Hey, no need for that, c'mon." Nemo pats Bertie's leg, then strokes the back of his nails up Bertie's inner thigh. He shudders, and starts to spread his legs a little on instinct. That's it, then.

"Those feelings you've got right now," Nemo says as he continues to ghost his nails over Bertie's sensitive skin, "that's arousal. It's getting you ready for sex. We call it foreplay. You're almost always going to want to have foreplay to make sure everybody's in the mood. Here, try me."

Nemo leaves off to grab Bertie's hand and place it on his leg. "Nice and easy."

Bertie gulps, then begins imitating Nemo's movements from before. "L-like this?"

"Mmm... that's nice."

"Nemo, I, er... I don't mean to contradict, but is this entirely, well, I mean, like this? It's a bit thick, isn't it?"

Nemo reaches around Bertie's arm and gently wraps his hand around the younger man's semi-erection before pumping a few times. Bertie gasps and reflexively latches onto Nemo's arm. "And thickening. We can stop, though."

"Don't stop!" The kid sounds just a little desperate, and they've barely begun. Nemo wonders if this isn't one of the few times he's ever done this... or maybe it's even the first?

Bertie mirrors the movement with renewed vigor. Nemo can see his pupils have blown wide, and his breathing is light and rapid. The younger man's thin, soft hands wrapped around his cock are fucking outstanding, it must be said, even if the technique being used is inexpert.

They move a little closer to each other by degrees, Bertie beginning to moan after the first half minute. "You're doing great," Nemo praises when he's starting to get close. "Keep going."

"N-not half bad yourself, old fruit! Mmm! I'm, ah, I'm-!" Bertie comes in Nemo's hand, jerking a bit and pulling his hand off Nemo's cock as he falls back on the bed, legs spread wide. Nemo works him through the orgasm, moving his freehand to take care of himself the rest of the way. The older man has had years to perfect his technique and is coming just a few seconds later.

He let's himself lie back, as well, keeping his hands on his shirt as they're both covered in cum and a shirt's easier to wash than the linens. "Hey, kiddo, how you feeling?"

"Like I've just run a marathon and won the gold, silver, and bronze all in one swoop."

"Heh." Nemo has to hand it to Bertie, he has a way with metaphors. "Yeah, try that shit with Ienzo. It's going be even better."

[(Anonymous)]

for some reason or another (maybe she took him home for supper) natalie didn't stop drinking karkat until she'd drained him dry--and then in hopes of fixing things, she embraced him.

what i'm saying is i want some nosferatu karkat shenanigans.

[(Anonymous)]

karkat and terezi smooch

[(Anonymous)]

kain/bertie

dancing counts as wholesome physical activity, right? they should engage in some wholesome physical activity. of some sort.

[(Anonymous)]

It was an apology. Bertie had bitten Kain when he'd been a vampire and now that he was human again, there were people to apologize to. Kain had said he didn't dance. Couldn't dance? Bertie planned on correcting that. It had started with a letter, of course, then a bottle of wine sent to the dragoon's house, then a new set of shoes that Bertie had wished for on his behalf: proper dancing spats. It was weeks now, and they were as reconciled as you really could be over biting someone's shoulder and attempting to suck the blood out of them.

Excessive drinking of Bertie's liquor store helped loosen Kain up so it was only a little effort to coax the other man into learning the waltz. "You can even lead!" Bertie offered, rather sportingly, he'd though. Perhaps he'd had a bit more to drink than he should have, as well. They'd pushed the furniture out of the way and were now using the sitting room as their practice studio. Bertie had Kain help his drag out the phonograph from his writing room, and they were off. Well, they were more staggering.

Bertie started off with his hands in the wrong position, unused to taking the follow position, and he had to adjust when Kain questioned it. Then, they were off with Bertie calling out counts and Kain looking down at his feet and not leading particularly well. It took a great deal of restraint for Bertie not to simply switch their hands about and start twirling Kain as he should be.

"I apologize for the trouble this is," Kain said some minutes later when he'd trod on Bertie's feet for the about the hundredth time.

The gentleman kept a tight smile on his face, "Oh, it's really no trouble, old fruit. Half the fun of learning something new is the trouble, what? We could try a different dance, eh? How do you feel about the- ack!" He stumbled into Kain when the other man accidentally misstepped and tripped him.

Kain was solid enough to hold him up, but falling on him seemed to set off some kind of battle instinct. Bertie found himself suddenly shoved up against one of the walls, Kain's fingers digging into the fabric of his collar. The dragoon's eyes were wide, but then he crumbled, sagging.

Bertie wasn't sure what had just happened there, but he instinctively reached out for the other man, hands resting on his shoulders "Kain? Kain, old thing, are you all right?"

The dragoon passed a shaking hand over his brow. "My apologies, I... I should leave."

"What? No, no, it's really all right, man." Bertie kept his hold on Kain firm. "Plenty of fellows have shoved young Bertram into walls. Really, it used to be something of a pastime for old Stilton. Well, I mean it wasn't just me. He wasn't picky about the thing. I think he just like shoving blokes about." Enough about Stilton Cheesewright. "We can try the Charleston. That ought to be fun. I do enjoy having fun with you, Kain." Bertie offered the other man his most bracing smile.

For some reason, Kain looked surprised, then his cheeks colors, and he glanced away. Bertie was a little confused, but at least the dragoon wasn't threatening to walk out again. He carried on, the alcohol lending itself to a loose tongue. "You're a corking fellow, I mean. Bit large-footed, but that might just be me, as well." He chuckled. "Always had a dreadful time with shoes fitting for anything the cobblers had in the shop. We'd have to order out specially. Well, you can imagine that's a bit of a nuisance when you're sans des chaussures, what? I rather suspect- mmph!"

Kain interrupted quite effectively with a kiss. Bertie was too dumbfounded to do much more than accept it for several seconds as the dragoon placed one hand on Bertie's hip and the other on the back of his neck. He pressed closer, and Bertie started to reciprocate before he realized that he was kissing another man. In the house that he shared with his fiance.

When Kain pressed his thigh between Bertie's leg's, the thought that they needed to stop this now only intensified. Bertie still had his hands on Kain's shoulders and used them to push him back. "N-now, Kain, old fruit, I'm awfully flattered, but, um... that. Ienzo."

Kain blinked in confusion, then drew in a sharp breath and looked down at their position. "Oh, my..." The poor blighter didn't even finish the apology, he was tripping over his own feet as he spun about and scrambled out the door.

"Wait! You left your"- The door slammed shut. -"lance." Well, wonderful. He now had a great bally lance sitting in his living room and another apology to write. Perhaps when he wasn't drunk, though. Bertie went to pass out on the Chesterfield.

[(Anonymous)]

Warren/Mika

A gift given, a gift received.

[(Anonymous)]

Ever since he'd met her all she'd done was give. True, she'd asked for a few things, small trinkets that she needed to help build something greater. It was never something she wanted for herself, every item she bartered for was intended to go to someone else once she was finished working it with her own worn hands. Fabrics for better clothes to fit anatomy that was new or unfamiliar, yarns for warmth, seashells to assuage a child's illness and bring them cheer. Seeds and herbs for friends who wanted, everything else she insisted she could get by without.

His hair was heavy with baubles now, beads woven into strands of waxen cord and skillfully tied so that they glinted in the light. Feathers and beads that were somewhere between whimsy and what must have been vestigial reminders of ancestral hunters. Seashell necklaces and bracelets painted and woven, glittering with tumbled sea glass and feathery tufts. Scarves, sweaters, gloves and blankets enough to last him a dozen of the harshest winters because he'd kept forgetting to wear them and she gave him more to keep him warm and safe. Even as her own things seemed to be falling apart around her. Like she hardly even noticed how worn and threadbare she was anymore, as if it was simply a state of being so constant she'd simply continued on because she'd stopped seeing the decay.

The shadows in her had gotten darker during the winter. The frost had touched her even though she'd hidden from the cold, chasing the warm colors from her skin and hair until they barely showed anymore. He hadn't even realized how poor her health had become until they were hiding in the wagon from a sudden flurry, and she'd warmed up enough to push back her hood. Nothing but white had framed her head and shoulders. The brown showed only at the crown of her head and a little further in the back, but the pale cream was more prevalent than ever. Washed out. But still all she talked of was her worries for the others and for the little one, no mention of the pain that wracked her bones or the terror that lurked in her dreams. She'd only mentioned her fears of what hid within her once, and had never mentioned it since.

What gift could be given to someone who never asked for anything, who had forgotten what it felt like to want for more than food and warmth and a good night's sleep. For someone whose deepest desires laid in the health and happiness of those around her, and for their safety, because she'd forgotten what happiness felt like for herself. The charm they'd made for the little one never strayed far from her, clutched to her or tucked safely in her bag, and he sensed that she would have difficulty parting with it though she hardly would understand why herself.

It kept the nightmares at bay.

He could see the way they lingered in the back of her eyes when she was awake. Draining her and leaving her angry and anxious, quick to snap and bite like a caged beast. When she slept she held it close, and the darkness locked inside her seethed and writhed as if champing and hissing at its inability to escape. What a persistent kind of pestilence. She was right, it was not something that should be allowed to live in the Little One's domain.

Banishing it back to its own land was difficult at best, leaving him shaken by its strength and how deep its roots had grown in her. Yet he had succeeded, and seeing the lingering tension leave her as she slumped in the nest of pillows and blankets was worth his own exhaustion. The deep shadows around her eyes were gone now, the bruising along her veins nowhere in sight. The nightmares were still there, but now they were simply that, bad dreams and memories that would fade with time instead of feed off of her in the deepest hours of the night.

Touching his fingers to her hair, he listened to her soft grumble in her sleep as he pet her, studying the way the brown shifted subtly to the off-white cream. A ghost of a frown marred his features, and he buried his hands in the thick fur and combed them through from her scalp to the furthest split end. Sitting back with a sigh of bone-weary tiredness, he pulled a blanket up to his shoulders as he watched her sleep, her hair falling around her face in thick brown waves that curled at the tips, her lush cream undercoat framing her unmarked face.

Nearly unmarked, rather. Some of the scars had been stubborn, but seeing her as she should be was worth the extra hard work, and for a moment he thought he'd heard the Little One agree.

[(Anonymous)]

Bertie/Ienzo

Vampire sex?? Touch those undead butts

[preuxchevalier]

Well, there's no reason for me to be anon. I'll just leave this NSFW artfill here. It's also sort of in response to that other Bertie/Ienzo artfill in the last meme. Let's play the 'conveniently positioned arms and legs game.' It's a good game.

incest warning

[(Anonymous)]

Kelt/Warren

Twincest, make it happen.

[(Anonymous)]

Dustin/everyone?

SO MUCH HATE SEX. Multiple pairings (or fills) so encouraged.

FILL - Dustin/Dist

[(Anonymous)]

Dist was starting to regret his decision to take revenge into his own hands.

Dustin had proved more troublesome to pin down than he expected; he already used up all the ropes he'd brought to tie Dustin to the lone kitchen chair in the scientist's house, and still he managed to thrash around with annoying persistence, nearly headbutting Dist in the gut when he wandered too close.

Another minor struggle, several ripped towels and bruises later, and Dist finally emerged victorious. And as he looked over the pajama-clad man, beaten and bloody and panting through the improvised gag threaded tight between his teeth, he realized that he'd come too far to abandon his plan now.

That is, if there had been a plan past tying Dustin up in his own house. Dist was sure he had one at some point. Must have been lost somewhere in the scuffle, he thought idly, pacing a slow circle around his quarry which watched him with weary eyes. There was some satisfaction just to see the scrawny runt in such a vulnerable position and know it--watch him seethe over his defeat and silently dread the retribution. Even if Dist wasn't sure what to do with this power just yet, he could certainly relish in it for a while. Dustin wasn't going anywhere. They had time.

Both of them grew bored of this fairly quickly.

"What to do..." Dist mused, pausing behind Dustin's back to poke his head over the other man's shoulder. Dustin's eyes flickered to meet him, egging him on. "Too easy to kill you, too uncertain to leave you here in your own filth..." He smiled wide and pulled back, continuing the circle. "...No. I think I'd like to see you squirm like the rat you are."

Dist came to a stop, facing his prey, and looked him over with calculating eyes. Dustin's response was minimal; glaring under his heavy brow, his feet occasionally twitched in futile kicks against the chair legs, but otherwise he appeared to have given up his struggle. He was far too accepting of his fate. This needed to change.

"What if," Dist purred, stepping in close to Dustin's lowered head, "I took your stupid tesla coil and strapped the nodes to your chest? Make you dread when someone finally bothers to see what's happened to you, and they set it off with the doormat? Hmm?"

Dustin grumbled something behind the cloth in his mouth. It was probably something rude, so Dist preemptively slammed a hand into his neck for it. Dustin let out a satisfying gak!, tears sprang to the corners of his eyes, but he recovered too quickly for Dist's liking. His mouth twisted into a small frown.

"...How about, little mouse," and his tone became much lower, practically breathing Dustin's air as he wheezed, "if I strap you to the lab table you have downstairs and cut a line..."

Dist traced a finger over the center of Dustin's chest, ghosting the tip of a knife running from sternum to gut.

"...from top to bottom. A live experiment, done properly."

He drummed his fingers on Dustin's navel, but when a response never came, he found his hand moved with a mind of its own. Perhaps it was an instinctive response to proximity, or some unspoken need, or just an attempt to draw something from the scientist other than that impatient stare; whatever the case, Dist found his hand down the front of Dustin's pants.

For the first time, legitimate fear sparked in Dustin's eyes.

"What is it, little man?" Dist's mouth twisted into a sneer as his fingers explored their surroundings. "...Very little man. I should have known you were overcompensating for something, but I hoped it wouldn't be so obvious."

Dustin's eyes narrowed dangerously. 'You wouldn't dare,' they said.

"What--touch you?" Dist laced his fingernails over Dustin's shaft, watching him shiver involuntarily as his face flushed red, unable to pull away. "I thought you would appreciate that kind of attention! A worm like you must not get enough of it."

It didn't take long for Dustin to become hard, and even shorter to make him start fidgeting. Once Dist's hand traced its way back down his cock and started fingering his balls, Dustin had broken into a sweat and had squeezed his eyes shut, fighting back a moan that Dist saw clearly in his gnashing teeth. "What are you so afraid of?" he murmured, voice husky in the other man's ear. "Why, it's almost as if you don't trust me..."

As if to spite him, Dustin groaned and, struggling against the ropes around his waist and thighs, arced his hips into Dist's teasing fingers. With a strange sense of satisfaction, Dist realized this was just the kind of squirming he was looking for.

His palm ran a path along Dustin's shaft as he ground against him. The scientist's efforts were becoming harried, almost desperate in how he longed for the relief that Dist's coy hand refused to provide. It was a while before Dustin's eyes squinted open again, glaring in frustrated determination.

"You won't get out of it that easily," Dist clucked, drawing a circle around Dustin's pulsing girth as he continued to writhe against him. "You'll have to be much more clever than--"

Suddenly, Dustin's prosthetic hand--snapped free from its binds while he thrust to cover up his efforts--swung around in a fist, connecting squarely with Dist's chin. Dustin would have found the sight of his captor sinking to the floor almost comical if he wasn't so breathless, or preoccupied with untying the rest of those ropes. He was out of the chair well before Dist began to regain consciousness.

Dist groaned, staring up from his crumpled heap as Dustin began to pace a circle around him. "Now...how to best make you squirm," the scientist muttered with a thin smile.