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[The blood bursts out the slim opening on his chest, blooming like red roses on the wild. The droplets drips down along the the cut, tainting the white of his binder in scarlet. Whole world is pitch black. In the darkness, the only thing that he can see is red. Richard is reminded of the vow he once made, all those years ago. To dye the world in blood.

Somehow it felt right that he was making one with Silco here and now. They would lay-low, yes, continue exist in the darkness as two monsters. Equal.

A surprised hiss leaves from Richard's lips when the hand shoots up to brutally grab on his hair, pulling his head back with one violent move. The surprise, however, is short lived and replaced with an excited grin as Richard fights back so that he could look down at his lower. The pull of hair is burning his scalp, overshadowing the prickling pain on his chest. Oh, he knew that Silco had it in him. He had seen the that hidden strength before, too, unleashed in form of a fury at the ghosts of his past.

Richard's own grip remains strong as he fists Silco's hair. But instead of trying to force the man off him, he only pulls him closer -- wrapping his other arm around his lover's neck, cradling his lover against his chest.]

Then.. Let this blood be proof of our covenant.

[Blood was spilled regularly on his grounds, in his spaces, on his streets, but rarely was the one who shed said blood was Silco himself. He had spent a lifetime cultivating scenarios where he remained mostly out of harms way or he manufactured situation where it was he who had the upper hand. Killing Renni and Finn in his office had been one of the few recent instances of him lashing out and drawing blood, even shedding a tiny amount in the aftermath when he had taken his lover on his desk and Richard's nails had scored him.

He normally scoffed at the notion of blood pacts. That was a dangerous game to play where he was from with the Black Rose in existence, but here in the seeming safety of Aldrip, in the dangerous safety of his lover's grip, it was a thrill to experience this. The sting on his neck was far less than the rippling sting of his scalp, and it thrilled him as his mouth lapped at the injury on Richard's chest.

Trapped as he was in his lover's grip, Silco moved his hands down to begin to remove the binding hooks from the bottom up. He smeared blood with his lips from the injury up the side of Richard's neck until he could nip at the corner of his lover's jaw.]

Pillars of romance we are....

[As if to punctuate that, his hands seized the front both sides of the binder and tore the last two hooks to free his lover's chest from the device.]

Kiss me.

[Richard can feel his heart rate increasing, the organ beating hard and loudly within its cage as Silco kissed his wound, tongue scraping along the thin edges of the laceration as it licked off the blood. There was something almost sacrilegious in the act, to have another man suck the blood off his chest as they both sealed a silent vow between them. It all only added to the thrill, intensifying the rush of blood in his veins. Richard was certain that Silco could feel it -- taste the excitement in him.

The air returned to his lungs as the hooks of his binder were opened one by one, Richard's upper body relaxing as the binding pressure was lifted. Surprisingly enough, sex hadn't been first in Richard's mind when he had decided to add his own personalized, tempting twist to their encounter. But now that they were here, lips smeared in each others blood and sharing the same heat, it only felt only natural conclusion to this otherwise... bizarre and tumultuous confrontation.

A satisfied grin spread to Richard's lips as the last hooks were nearly ripped open, ruining the cloth. His hold on his lover alleviates, and he leans his head a back just a bit. With a daring look on his eyes, his stained fingers reach out to rub on his own injury -- catching the fresh red. Then he begins to rub his thumb at his index and middle fingers, smudging their blood together before licking them clean.]

I don't want romance. [No. Romance was for weak, idealistic fools. For people like his brothers.

What he wants is intense heat, something that burns the ice around him and set his soul on fire. To ablaze the darkness within him. He wants to experience the high and excitement of committing this act together.

Then he cranes his neck down, granting Silco's wish sealing their lips together.]

[Somehow this felt like an acceptable end point to this entire twisting conversation, though he never ever relied on the idea that things with his lover would end with making out or even sex. Richard did have a habit of wanting intimacy more often than not, but an argument where both of them were engaged in savaging each other verbally. That moment had passed and things seemed to be smoothed over, if this could be called smoothed over.

He watched with a keen gaze, eyes following each movement that Richard made perched on his lap. He was not unaware of the symbolism of rubbing his and Richard's blood together nor that his lover licked the redness from his fingertips. There was a definite and probably obvious stirring between his legs, and he shifted slightly in the chair so he could part his thighs a little more to accommodate.]

And what do you want, hmm?

[He knew what it was that Richard wanted right now, of course. It was the same as him, and his gaze momentarily skated towards the door of the office. How thick was that, he thought. They had not practiced much at being quiet, not that either of them were particularly noisy lovers; Richard lived in secrecy and Silco wasn't noisy as a rule. Still, there was an added thrill to the risk, no matter how small, of them being discovered.

His attention was brought back around again as their lips sealed together, and he raised a hand to cup the back of Richard's head in response, twisting some dark hair around his fingers to return to that moment before they had cut each other. He tasted more blood, letting it invade his senses and allure him as his other hand slipped up Richard's shirt so he could cup and fondle his lover's breast.]

[Silco was right, of course. Richard was looking at what he had been deprived his entire life, always going after it. Be it light or, in case with them, intimacy. But even if he was hungry for it, feeling someone's touch, to have that love and acceptance that Richard could never offer towards himself. But that didn't mean he was a pushover. He still had his pride and dignity, and would not sacrifice those just for a moment of heat. But the arguments between them had died down, leaving them in this afterimage of a storm.

Richard can feel the passion rising in his lover's body, it was present in his breath, pulse and increasing warmth. And well.. It is safe to say that Silco wasn't the only one affected here. Really, the burning pain both on his scalp and chest only added more to the moment, exciting Richard just further. With a sultry grin on his lips, Richard rolls his hips forward, grinding himself against his lover and pushing his chest into the man's hand all while deepening their kiss.

His tongue passes through Silco's lips, mixing the after taste of whiskey and cigars (that the man no doubt had been enjoying before coming here) with their blood. Breathing heavily through his nose, Richard kept drinking the man's taste, getting drunk on it. And when he finally breaks their kiss, there's a slim thread of saliva between their lips.]

You. [He whispers, voice airy and exhausted. It is simple as that. He has no need for sweet words, beautiful gifts, tender poems and whatsoever. What Richard wants is Silco and what he has to offer. The anger, violence, darkness, greed and broken chains. He wants the monster.

Without elaborating his answer any further, he leans back in -- drowning them back in another kiss.]

[It was easy to shift from chasing one emotional high to another now that the argument had seemingly reached a resolution. It was not hard to imagine that they could climb those highs again with much effort, unspent energy simmer in his veins that rose right back to the surface as Richard kissed him and ground down into his lap. As much as the door nearby could be a distraction, his world momentarily narrowed to this man seated on top of him.

He parted his lips to oblige the demand, and his tongue stroked and nudged at Richard's. His fingers twisted more into the younger man's hair now that his mouth was occupied and removed from that knife laceration, while he caught Richard's nipple in the space between thumb and forefinger, tugging lightly on the nub of flesh even as his remainer fingers continued to massage that warm flesh.

Yet, a harsher than normal breath escaped him at the answer to his question. He shouldn't be surprised, but the idea of being desired was still strange enough even after this long that it did steal his breath. He shifted under Richard perched in his lap to increase friction.] Me then... [Anything else he might say was cut off when Richard captured his lips again.

His hand moved from one breast to the other neglected one before sliding down to palm through the material of Richard's trousers. The corner of his lips tugged in a confident smirk, even if they were both breathy and already showing their arousal for each other. He could at least take advantage of Richard's.]

[The answer that Richard had given to Silco had been vague on a purpose. He did want the other man at the moment, yes. As much should be evident with the raise of a pulse and swelling between his thighs. But his desire for the other man went deeper than the moment, which is what kept Richard from wanting to give up on this connection. Hell, there had already been a handful of opportunities for them to walk to different directions, such as their argument just a minutes ago, but here they were.

Silco had said that Richard had barely taken a glimpse at the rebellion that the man was capable of, and the young man did not doubt it. The words had been like a promise of something darker, a warning for the inevitable storm that was gathering somewhere in the far distance. It made Silco appear more dangerous, and make Richard want the other man even more - as he, too, refused to give up the fight and would not despair. Not even in the presence of someone like him.

The palm pressing his crotch, feeling the already well pronounced erection over the layer of clothing, wrung out a quiet whimper from Richard. Luckily, he could drown the sound to their kiss. This was no Last Drop and the staff hadn't been trained the same way to turn a blind eye to a certain visitation. However, as long as they didn't draw attention to the world behind that door the privacy should be guaranteed.

Knowing the risks, Richard straightens his back as he pulls out from the kiss and sits up from the other man's lap, placing his weight on his knees that were still spread on the chair against Silco's legs. All just so that he could roll his hips better and grind his thighs against that hand, seeking more pressure and friction.]

[Break the chains. Silco has spent a lifetime fighting against his oppressors, the seed of rebellion propagating early and growing strong. Then he had nearly lost his life, faced the choice of a lifetime thanks to Vander, and he had chosen to burn it all down so that he could grow stronger anew. There were very few that forward faced as he did, and he knew only certain types of people could keep up with him once he actually set down roots and began to spread.

What attracted him to Richard was that the younger man could be inspired to great violence. There was a path they could walk together which was different yet still in the same direction. They were perfectly ordinary people, and yet who could actually stand in the way of their wills?

The thought alone when combined with the sting of the small laceration on his neck rose the heat and focus he had for the younger man. He hadn't felt inspired since... no, there was no room for such thoughts here and now. He leaned into their kiss harder instead, fingers pinching a nipple with a light twist for a hint of pain.

As their mouths parted and Richard rose, he dropped his forehead to rest against the younger man's shoulder, and he breathed warm air across the injury that continued to weep blood. The hand creating friction between Richard's legs moved to accommodate and the new freedom, stroking his lover through the fabric of his clothing.]

...you're going to make a mess. [Said like a promise.]

[Before Richard can stop himself there is a sharp gasp escaping from him at the harsh and biting pinch on his nipple. The quick flare of almost teasing pain only heightens the adrenaline fueled arousal in Richard's body, making him whine in need into their shared kiss. And needlessly to say, the excitement and hunger for more only increased along with the sped up friction between his legs. The hot puffs of air making him more aware of the sting on his chest, as the sweat and blood mixed together against the grinning cut on his body.

And well, Silco was right, of course. He was already making a mess of himself as he could tell the wetness growing along with the hardness of his erections. And as how things were going it would not be difficult task at all to make Richard reach the climax here and now before he could even remove the last piece of his clothing. And, yes, there was some allure to the thought -- but Richard had more than enough self-respect not to let himself come undone within his trousers like some fumbling youth at the face of his first sexual encounter.]

We'll see about that. [Richard counters, voice thick of desire. Normally, he is very content with allowing his lover to take the reigns and guide him through each experience, while providing some vague direction himself. But this time was different --who knows, maybe it is the energy from their previous argument and clash of wills that is still fueling him -- and he did not want to stay passive while and just follow along.

He brings his own hands down on Silco's front and begins to open his vest. But after that's done he is really running out of patience. With violent tugs he undoes the yellow cravat and begins to tear older man's shirt open with force -- if there's button or two flying around, he does not care.]

Hands off, Silco. [He says, summoning the sternness to his voice, trying to mask away his own desperation as he brings his own palm down to cup against his lover's groin -- feeling the other man through the fabric.]

[By this point, he had learned much of what Richard liked and didn't particularly care for when it came to intimacy. Of course, this might be the first time they engaged one another like this after an actual conflict because it was so infrequent that they hit this level of disagreement previously. He had come to understand that Richard often just left him on read and ignored him rather than engaging or talking him down, which was not an unusual tactic. This time their emotions had built inside the argument and not shifted over to whatever this happened to be. Unexpected but not unwelcomed.

He knew that once Richard was aroused, the younger man was hard pressed to stop until the finish line. He knew how to take advantage of that, watch the flush appear on his lover's face, the way that he moved against his hand, the shift of that lithe body and the demands of those lips. It did amuse him to think that the new owner of the inn was going to christen such ownership by climaxing in his own pants in a side room of the establishment.

The corner of his lips pulled in a smirk at the counter, not bothering to reply as he continued to stroke Richard as his lover attacked his vest. There were plenty of clasps, of course, which was classic Zaun fashion. He made an unhappy noise when his shirt was forced open, spying at least two buttons fly off across the room, but honestly, he felt a new flare of heat in his guts at the roughness. It was a good thing he owned the tailor.

He raised his eyebrow at the demand, and his hand stalled for a moment as he considered if he would obey. Slowly he did withdraw his hand as a shuddering sigh escaped him when Richard's hand dropped to cup his very obvious erection still in his own trousers. He leaned forward instead, kissing and biting at the edges of the wound. No hands, only mouth.]

You are the boss in your own house....

[It's true that Richard was one to easily withdraw than engage. It was a habit that was forced on him by the society around him. Silence was his way to protect himself from the world that would reject him if he were to speak out. He had schooled himself not to wish anything nor to expect anything. A silent and agonizing death in form of repression. But then, Buckingham had broke him free from that, dragged out his darkest and most twisted desires - urged him to celebrate his true self as he reached out to take what he wanted.

And Silco had been doing the same. Pushing him forward and building up his appetite until presenting the meal. Light or no light, he could have power here. He could have bring devil's paradise into reality. The thought of it had breathed life into that flame in his soul, making him to embrace the fight again. He would not be silent.

The edges of the teeth scraping around the bleeding laceration sends a sharp jolt of electricity along his spine right into between his legs. His nipples hardens even more and he swears that his breast just grew a tad bit more heavier. Richard can tell that he is soaking wet and he wants nothing quite as much as to feel more of that friction and reach his climax.

But he decided to ignore those desires in favor of another voice. One that urged him to claim control and watch the man under him squirm. The fingers make a quick, hasty work to free Silco's erection out of the confides of his trousers. He wanted Silco inside him, he wanted to please him with his mouth and watch him come undone. He wanted to make him bleed even more.]

I am. [Richard whispers, voice full of arousal as his hand moved to stroke firmly the hard cock between their bodies.] I'm going to hurt you. And you will like it.

[He wanted Richard out of his shell, and he had worked towards that because of all the self-hatred repression from that backwater society. Of course, he came from a place where self-hatred was common place, but people were far more willing to weaponize it and make the people and society around them pay for such misgivings. It was only fair after being held beneath the water, deprived and enslaved for years or even lifetimes. Richard deserved to be free or at least pretend that those thorns couldn't hold him forever.

It was dangerous and beautiful, like peeling back the layers to allow the real Richard to breathe. There would be violence, but if they could aim it, direct it to carve out the kind of spaces where his lover could thrive... well, he would look forward to seeing it.

Yet, true to his word currently, he kept his hands to himself no matter how much he desired sliding his fingers over that skin. His mouth moved down the line of that cut, tasting blood, scraping the edges with his teeth as he felt Richard's hands opening his trousers, and he made a soft noise as he felt that calloused hand grasp his erection. His hips flexed automatically towards that grip.

He lifted his mouth away, nudging the hollow of Richard's throat with his nose and then tipped his head so he could observe his lover with his blue eye. His breath was coming faster, deeper, far more excited as his hips rolled under Richard, following the rise and fall of that hand on his erection.]

Will I? Will you cut me, bite me, scratch me, batter and bruise me? [Each word was a soft hiss between his teeth, an invitation and a quest for what Richard was planning.]

[Honestly, it is very much thanks to Silco that Richard had made all these leaps and strides with growing more active and bolder with his actions and thoughts. The older man had been providing him with almost constant support, both physical and emotional, slowly building up his confidence and hunger for power. It was because of that labor that they were here now. In this side room with Richard perched on Silco's lap and stroking his cock, spending a leftover aggression.

Of course, feeding Richard's ambitions and thirst for power came with dangers. He had warned the older man about the blade cutting both ways if he tried to get too close. There was always an underlying chance for their dark desires to collide and crash. After all, Richard was still quite sure that two like-minded monsters could not coexist together for long without the inevitable conflict.

But none of that was in his mind right now. He was fully focused on the breathing of his lover. The eccentric puffs of hot air accompanied with the steady roll of hips bucking into his fist all fed to his own excitement, bringing him into newer heights as he got drunk on the moment. His technique was clumsy and lacking, for sure, considering that he had only so much experience with taking this role. But he hoped to make up for it with his demanding and controlling presence]

I'll mark you and make you bleed. [The words leaves from his lips as soft purr, hands speeding up their motion. Licking his lips, he drops his head down so that he could whisper next words to Silco's ear, curling his back into a ball] So that the next time you'll do even as much as think of the collar left by your previous jailers, you'll instead be reminded of me.

[Silco knew how to stifle his noises from being too loud, having done so a long time ago when the risk of discovery was much the same. He had never been someone who enjoyed being observed, nor he had liked large crowds of people unless he was stirring them up for action. He preferred to observe and pick out the pressure points, but he also knew how to be quiet to dissuade people into investigating him. So as far as he was concerned, they were safe right where they were.

After all, there was something thrilling about watching Richard come alive like this, taking control and manhandling him a little. His hips fell into a rhythm with each stroke of his lover's hand, though he did shift his legs further apart and dug his heels into the floor so he could find better leverage as he stifled a few soft moans.

He shivered at the threat and promise of injury, raising his eyebrow. It still elicited a shiver of pleasure from him.] That's some possessive behaviour, Richard. I might start to get the impression you want me all to yourself if you do such a thing to me. [Of course, Richard had no idea about his previous jailers, the people that held him back whom he had fought against for a lifetime.] You'll try to taint those old memories, hmm? How bold.

[His mouth kissed then nipped the side of Richard's jaw, not enough to mark but a warning that he might reply in kind. While he wasn't generally possessive, he did enjoy having things he liked close to him.]

Hah. [The comment about possessiveness earns a dry laughter from him. His grip around the shaft tightens, adding more pressure to his stroking, thumb swirling over the engorged head. Richard begins to move his own hips along the rhythm, vaguely imitating the motions of a penetrative sex.

If Silco thought this to be possessive then he was in for surprise. Richard was greedy by nature, not wanting to share anything that he considered 'his'. He was prone to jealousy, though his was hardly as explosive nor spiteful as it was with others, like with his kingmaker for an example.]

It is in my right. You are my lover, Silco. You might be the owner of the night's pleasure but I will still be the only one who will have you.

[He then lowers himself further so that he can close his mouth around the thin cut on his lover's neck. He latches on it like a leech, biting and sucking out the blood.]

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[His rate of breathing was picking up further, and he was engrossed in the moment, of letting Richard have control of their interaction. It wasn't often that he released his hand at it, but he had built enough repore with Richard to want to encourage the younger man having a hand on the wheel. After all, he was definitely going to benefit from that decision now as pleasure brought warmth and colour to his face as his hips rolled a little faster to encourage Richard to increase the stroke rate.

Of course, a little noise managed to slip out like a sharp inhale as the pressure increased, and it seemed his playful comment had earned a response. The corner of his lip tugged, and he didn't mind Richard being possessive as long as it didn't encroach on his relationship with his daughter.

Yet, he momentarily froze and he was taken right out of the moment at the comment about Richard being the only one to have him. It wasn't an untruth, yet it jarred an old injury, a prickle to his pride that if it wasn't Richard, he would remain alone until the day he inevitably died again. That's what he expected, but Richard had taken to him and he to Richard... for now.

He shivered as his lover's mouth landed on his neck, snapping him back to the moment that he had lost most momentum in. His blinked his blue eye several times and exhaled, the pain of the biting bringing him back to reality. He made a soft noise of defiance and shifted where he sat before all the wrinkles of internal discourse smoothed in his expression.]

Indeed, my one and only.

[His tone sounded off at the start - far-away - but he recovered it to normal for the last three words of his statement. Like sliding a mask in place, he returned to moment and moved back to enjoying Richard's hand on his cock.]

[There is, of course, a level of unfairness to Richard's words. He would not be able to give himself to the other man in the same capacity as he expected of his lover. Not when the half of his heart and soul belonged to someone else. And when (not 'if' but 'when ') that man arrives to this world Richard will not look back.

However, if Richard was in the state of right mind he should be able to portray enough reflection on himself and come to realize that he missed Buckingham less after each passing day, having filled that void with something else.

Richard kept sucking and lapping Silco's wound, tasting the tang of copper on his tongue. He then gracefully slid one leg off the chair and then another, moving off Silco's lap so that he was crouching before him. Bending his knees Richard moved down on the man's body, lips and teeth mapping down his collarbone, visiting briefly the three round bullet wounds as he slid lower along his chest all the way to the navel area. With his knees now digging on the carpet he stopped his hand motions. The mismatched eyes looked up, full of hunger and sense of authority in them.]

Swear it to me then, Silco.

[As soon as he had heard about this 'other' man, Silco had recognized the tone and look on Richard's face that said plainly that whatever they had would be immediately over if the other showed up. This Kingmaker was someone he would probably dislike, but he valued the experience with Richard enough to simply walk away. Relationships were always doomed on some level, and this place was proving no different.

That's why one had to believe in a cause, not in people. People always let someone else down with enough time and space to breathe into that reality.

He let his head fall back a bit as Richard nursed the self-inflicted injury on his neck, no doubt making it so much worse and likely to be visible when he wasn't wearing his jacket. He eyed his lover as Richard moved, pulling away from the current position, and he was not back in their intimate moment so much that he didn't realize what was about to happen. He shifted again in the chair, considering standing to regain the position of power subtly. This was a shift as it was, Richard giving up more than gaining, which might have been the only reason he stayed seated.

He stared down into those mismatched eyes, fingers gripping the arms of the chair. His chest and stomach still tingled with the path of those lips, but the request was not even a little big tempting. Richard had been frank about what such pledges meant, and the last person who he had made anything close to such a declaration had tried to murder him in a fit of rage.]

Make me.

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[The relationship between Richard and his other half was multilayered and complex. It was given, of course, seeing that both of them were twisted and selfish, wanting to possess something that no other man could. But it was because of that Richard did not believe that his kingmaker hold any real affection towards him. All their shared intimacy and warmth were all for the sake of their common goal. In that regard, he understood that he again giving more to the relationship than the other party. Just like he had with Henry..

However, with Silco he liked to believe he was more in control and in right mind. His lover would not love him and neither would Richard love him. They would continue to do this dance to bring comfort and chase away their individual demons and what not... And yet, despite all that, Richard still wanted to have the man all for himself. No matter how irrational it was.

So, the sudden rebellion within Silco's words is enough to snap him out the spell born from the heat of the moment. His eyes narrow and lips close shut. There's now an air of seriousness to him as he looks up at his partner. He does not understand where this sudden shift in a mood came from, but he will not yield in front of it either.]

No. [And with that he stands right back up, looming over the other man.] I do not have to make you.

[It was not often that he and Richard found disagreements that they couldn't simply smooth over. While he didn't have the entire complexity of Richard's relationship, he did know how to read people and it seemed to him that this Kingsmaker was someone that his lover would return to regardless of a crown. They had forged a bond in taking over from what he had gathered, usurping and gathering power. Two people couldn't fill that role in Richard's life, and there was something to be said about shared life experiences.

His own relationships were complex, messy and most where held to arm's length. They had seemed to fill a strange void with one another, and he admitted to being hard pressed to let that go without a fight. They had cobbled together enough emotional, mental and physical connection to enjoy each other, to smooth out some of the rough edges each of them had. In the end, they were still damaged, flawed men.

He's never been possessed before, though his daughter had jealous tendencies related to abandonment issues.

Oh.

Oh.

Silco's chin lifted as Richard suddenly stood up, and it took him a moment to put his little silent epiphany into context. It didn't help that anticipation for a mouth on his cock and the previous build up was distracting and fogging his mind, but it slowly ebbed away enough that he had enough of a grasp of the situation. He breathed a long audible breath, refraining from biting back because ninety percent of his life was a defiance of most demands on him by those who chose to stand over him.

It took a strength of will not to stand and even out their positions. Instead, he shifted and crossed one ankle over the other as he watched his lover.]

No, I don't suppose that you do. Swearing is an oath, a pledge of loyalty we have already committed through secrets. I have no other than you, Richard.

[He tried to sound reasonably, but his voice was bit slurred and roughened by previous pleasure and their argument. He reached out to offer a hand to his lover, to draw Richard back to him still seated in the chair.]

[They had indeed shared plenty of secrets and other hushed truths about themselves and their past, showed their true colors to one another, bared their darkness and hurt within their souls. Those worked as sign of solid, unwavering trust more than any oaths formed by excess words.

And yet. The explicit, verbal confirmation was what Richard wanted. They had shown the proof of their connection with their bodies but there was still something lacking. Simple words, but the importance they held was immense, weighting more than any gold that one could possess.

With his chest still raising and falling heavily under his labored breath Richard kept watching his lover, prepared to hear more opposing words. While Silco lacked on the physical prowess it did not mean that he was not a fighter. It was that fiery, relentless spirit of his that had pulled Richard closer, kindred spirit calling for another. But to have that rebellion aimed at him cracks against his mind, prodding and poking at an ancient wound that kept refusing from closing.

Guess they both still managed to hurt each other unconsciously.

His face was still flushed and red from the arousal, lips plump and wet. Swallowing air, he reached to accept the hand extended towards him and allowed himself to be pulled.]

Then swear it to me, Silco. [He repeats as he settled back on the man's lap. Placing both of his legs on his sides he nestles closer, leaning his forehead on Silco's healthy side of neck.]

[His fingers closed on Richard's hand, and he drew his lover back to him. His other hand moved to grasp Richard's hip as the other moved back onto the chair and into his lap, and he was keenly aware of the heat of their bodies and the pressure of Richard's long legs against his own. It felt like they could return to a sense of normal again, except Richard's demand remained the same.

Silco's blue eye narrowed and defiance surfaced again, a deep cavernous anger that had persisted him through the hard fought years of his life. His lips twisted into disapproval as if he were fighting with a bitter taste in his mouth, but his mind was churning even while he didn't bother to school his expression. He knew it was important to Richard, but it felt collar and chain being handed to someone else.

His breathing remained heavy as his mind overturned his natural inclination for defiance always. He slide his hand to reach between their bodies so he could take both of their cocks in his hand and stroke them slow but together. Every fiber in his being was telling him to refuse, ready and willing to ignore the fact that they had basically stepped over their threshold in the shower when they had built something unique to them and their relationship based on their coveted secrets.

That was enough. It should be enough. Would he let Richard become one of his jailers? Was that what this oath would be? He'd already made it clear that they were monogamous with each other, but this still felt a dangerous step too far.

His hand worked their flesh together as he channeled the energy of his base defiance to stroking their erections, his hips rising with the motions, to snatch control even as he found himself about to give it up.]

...I swear you are my one and only lover. [The words came from his lips like a snarl, as if he were waiting for the trap to snap closed around him.]

[Oh. Richard didn't need to see his lover's expression to tell that he was angry. It was apparent in the hot air that left his lips, the fastened pulse and heartbeat that was not quite the same as his usual state of arousal. It was present in his voice, his words spitting vitriol and toxic despite their promise.

Maybe it made Richard worse person but seeing the man push past his own resentment and to struggle to give in to his demands, with anger and all, only delighted him. The corners of his lips tug into a wide grin as he peppers kisses on Silco's neck. He kept bucking his hips along the rhythm to Silco's hand, rubbing his erection against the other while chasing after the release.

It's kinda funny, in a way. Richard was deep down possessive and geedy man, always desiring that what he shouldn't. Yet he had never felt such strong yearn to have another person like this. With Henry he had been sated to just stay quietly by his side. And with Buckingham? Well, he had his own wife that he would embrace regularly when he could. They only owned one half of the other's soul, something that they sacrificed on the altar of the sin. But Silco, on the other hand? He wanted to have the older man only to himself, going even as far as demanding it like from the other. There was a strange kind of entitlement that he felt and it was driving him high at the moment.

The oath given to him was not a proper one, but it would suffice.]

In return, [Richard pulls back just a hair, so that he could see his lover's face. The delighted eyes looking into the maddened one.] -- I give you this body. You may have it as you please. We've shared blood together, more ways than one. I will not reject you.

[He would not be able to give his heart. But this wretched, unsightly form of his? He'll gladly surrender it to Silco's hands - both literally and figuratively

Richard then leaned to press their foreheads together and closed his eyes. His breath came out as eccentric puffs of hot air through his lips and the sweat was prickling on his clothed back as his thrust began to lose the rhythm, slowing down and gaining more momentum on each push. The edges of the chair's armrests pressed heavily against his legs. There would be welts and bruises there, no doubt, but he cared not. Not when he was getting close to the climax of this strange encounter.]

[Richard's obvious delight at his personally struggle to step over the line only served to incense him further and his shoulders tightened with his barely suppressed rage. There had been times in the past where he allowed himself to fall into similar oaths, but each one of them had failed, withered and rotted. Blisters and bedrock, he thought viciously, a reminder of one of the pinnacles of his young adult life that had driven him for years since.

He curled his upper lip in a snarl as he stared at Richard, a single moment away from dumping the younger man from his lap and walking out of the room. Petty, angry, bucking at his own words even as they passed out of his mouth in a damning statement. It seemed far less intimidating when the shoe was on the other foot, of course, when he was in control of what and when and how this relationship narrowed down to this.

Yet, his hand didn't stop, and if anything, his own breathing rate increased with both lust and anger as he glared at his lover. He sneered openly at the reply, though considering that this was some form of reciprocation on Richard's part.] These scars I will take, but your body will always be yours. I want your ambition, your cruelty, the quiet moments you share with me and perhaps no one else. Don't give me any less.

[He had worked hard to make Richard take ownership of that body, which he would never find unsightly. Those scars though told a story of pain from ambition, and he could relate. It was the kind of experience that bonded them together to start and one he was hard pressed to give up now.

He increased the pace of his hand between them, tightening his grip so there was more friction between them, and he didn't stop as his own breathing rate followed Richard's. His eyes focused on the other man, the world beyond this room shut down and ignored. He breathed each hot breath across his lover's lips, working their cocks faster even as his hips were slipping to a desperate erratic chase for that coveted finishing moment. He could practically taste it; he wanted to watch Richard come undone because of his hand but also staring at his furious face.

Already he chaffed against the oath. Never the contents, the fact he had made it in the first place.]

[Richard did not know, of course, the details of Silco's past and what all deep buried conflicts and hurts there were. They both were private by nature, willing to shed light to their surroundings rather than on themselves. But Richard still could make educated guesses based on the little bread crumbs that the man had shared with him. The talk of betrayal, the revenge and endless fight against those who would see him as less than nothing, not even worth their spit. Among the chains brought to him by birth there must also been those that he had chosen himself - promises and oaths or what not. Long gone and forgotten.

But he can see the proverbial collar and broken chains of past - still weighting down on Silco. So much had came apparent from their previous conversations and time spent together. What Richard wanted was to leave his own mark on the man, so that instead of his past oppressors his mind would turn towards what he had present. Richard wanted to be the first in the man's thoughts.]

You have yet to seen the depths of the cruelty that I'm capable of. [Richard hissed, a quiet moan accompanying his words. But just Silco had claimed that Richard had no clue just how rebellious he could the same can be said about Richard and his potency for cruelty and violence. He had now, for the first time, revealed glimpse of it when he had mentioned the fate of his brothers. No one was safe from him, no matter who they were.

The smell of sex and sweat mixed in together of faint fragrance of the whiskey, twisting and turning the atmosphere in the room. It would be difficult to cover this unplanned encounter from his staff - especially when there were still a few buttons from Silco's shirt scattered around the floor.

Richard licked his lips, teasing a phantom kiss on his lover's lips as he tried to hold back any wanton sounds that tried to get past his guard. Well, it was a small solace that the older man was just as close as he was. And sure enough! After couple more strokes a suffocated gasp left from him as he felt his entire body tighten and become taunt like a wire, back arching in crescent shaped. The gloved latched hardly on Silco's shoulder, grasping it tightly while wave of orgasm washed over him, making him spill right on his lover's hand.]

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tbh just gonna assume cws to persist through the entire thread.

A great assumption to make

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nsfw. we are in the filth zone now

we are so filthy

this is the containment zone

biohazardous material ahead

i'd dare to say that it's close to nuclear waste even

welcome to smutty Chernobyl

The nuclear wasteland where not even insects survive

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aaand wrap?