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Post by Ryuga on Feb 29, 2012 4:25:04 GMT -5
Julius didn’t fight against the demon as he removed his hand and turned to face him. His ear twitching at the sound of the cracked glass, and the consequence to follow as the demon bled. Julius’ eyes widened as the demon looked in his eyes. It was only for a split second but he could see mixed emotions of hurt, and anger, then those cold eyes came back to stare him down. Julius sighed, he felt like crying. He wanted to shake the demon until he told him what was on his mind. He wanted to kiss him, drag him back to the bed and cuddle with him forever, or until William came back to haunt him. He wanted to tell the demon that no matter what was bothering him, that it was going to be okay, that he was here and wasn’t about to leave him alone. That he love him with all his heart. But he knew he couldn’t keep any promise of staying by him. He knew a week was all they were given and he knew he couldn’t do anything about that. He wanted so desperately to stay by him and sink into his strong arms, but all he could do was let out a heavy sigh and avoid the demon’s eyes.
He was angry. Angry at the demon, at himself, at this world. Just when he finally found a purpose, a reason in this infinite life, his happiness was slowly being taken away from him. He desperately held on to that shrinking peace of happiness that made him so content, but he knew it was going to just disappear sooner or later. Julius glared down at the floor, furious with himself as he allowed weakness to be shown to the demon once more, his tears dripped from his eyes and to the floor. He wanted to punch a hole in that floor. Something to replace his empty heart. He just wanted to be with this man. Why couldn’t the world possible accept that? He snorted, amused at his latter thoughts. He knew he was going to be punished after his due date by the Reaper superiors. His actions were far from tolerable and he was going to get punished for them. Punished for feeling. Punished for being happy. Punished for being in love.
Julius grit his teeth and let go of Cain’s hand slowly, his fingertips sliding down the demon’s hand. He quickly and angrily rubbed at his tears with his arm and took a step backwards without looking at Cain. “I should probably finish with the rest of my assignments…” He swallowed threatening tears and continued, “… before my due date…” his voice cracked at the end as he turned swiftly and headed back into the bedroom looking for his shirt. He glared down at the new shirt that Cain had so caringly laid out for him. His face flushed with anger as tears made their way back down his face.
-Damn it all…-
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 29, 2012 4:56:09 GMT -5
Tears… this one certainly did cry a lot. Didn’t he? Cain did not move as the other retracted himself, pulling away and hiding away his tears, wiping them away and distancing himself from him. That was best, was it not? If they were to separate any how, why prolong it… There was no use in it. No use trying, or attempting to make something work that was clearly impossible. Who ever heard of a reaper staying on earth for longer than their intended stay? It was less likely that hell freezing over and turning into candy land.
Yet, as he stood there, near death still, eyes unwilling to look at the other, he felt he could not simply let it be. He did not want to be useless, he did not want to go back to a meaningless life with nothing to keep his thoughts out of the past. He raised his eyes, those lilac eyes soft and almost sad as he stared at the other’s back. Julius clearly was in distress, as he gathered the shirt he had laid out for him. He could see the heart-ache, the pain in his rather stiff movement. He closed is eyes briefly, brows furrowing together as his lip curled in detest. No, he could not let him go. Julius was his, his owner- his soul. He would have him.
Cain firmly and quickly walked up to him, not bothering to be silent, footsteps apparent as he came up behind him, grabbing him by the back of his pants, pulling him close and wrapping an arm tight around his shoulder, wrapping the other under his arms as he rested his chin on the back of his shoulder blade, the other’s hair tickling his nose as he relished the other’s warmth.
“Ego tibi semper erunt, et tantum tua. Quid me velis sed quaeso, ne derelinquas me ... Non ita crudelis …” He whispered, the language flowing vitally of his tongue, yet it yearned with such an intense sadness that it could grasp onto any heart capable of feeling. “Placere…” you could hear the begging in his voice, pleading even. He could not explain it, how desperately he wished to hold onto this one. He was unwilling to let him get away, unwilling to lose him without a fight. This sensation was one he was unfamiliar with, as it blocked his chest and possibly made it hard to breathe.
The warm sensation bothered his eyes, blurring over his sight. He pressed himself closer to Julius, wrapping his arms more firmly around him as he closed his eyes, the drops of water falling from his dark lashes and dripping upon the other’s shoulder, trailing down his skin. To shed tears… no demon would ever do such a thing, it was shameful. It was weak. What was it about this man that haunted him? Was it pure desperation of his final chance that made him cling to him? Perhaps. Although that sounded a lot more sad and desperate than it should have in his mind as it rolled over his thoughts.
“Please, do not go.” he whispered.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 29, 2012 6:20:31 GMT -5
How could he? How could he leave the man he’d been yearning for his entire life? The man who he gave everything to. The man he loved so much. The man who finally showed everything to him as salt water drizzled down his bare shoulder. Julius let go of the shirt he was about to wear and turned around slowly so he could face the demon, grabbing hold of his face, his hands on either side of Cain’s face, forcing him to look into his eyes. He’d never seen such sorrow, and loneliness. It was as if he was looking back at himself. Looking at his own loneliness. His own pain. They truly shared everything now, and he wasn’t ready to let something like this slip away. He clung on to that small hair of happiness with all his might.
Julius allowed the other to cry as he crushed his lips with the demon’s. It wasn’t long. A small, sweet, yet passion filled kiss to relieve his partner of his worries. Another kiss followed right after, this time more intense and needy, as Julius pushed Cain back onto the bed, stealing his breath away. Fingers intertwined together while others teased. He wanted to show this man how much he loved him even if it meant doing so a million times. Julius broke the kiss to breath. He moved his head a little and allowed it to flop face down, beside Cain’s head on the pillow. His quickened breaths invading Cain’s ear as he softly kissed the demon’s ear lobe. “I love you…” Julius whispered before the two molded into each other.
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Slow, warm breaths touched his bare skin as he awoke from a wonderful dream. Julius turned to stare at the mesmerizing, sleeping body next to him. His partner’s cheek rested on his chest, while his hand just above the reaper’s navel. Julius chuckled quietly as Cain began to murmur randomly in his sleep. He loved this side of the demon. The more subtle, peaceful side of him. It was cute. He softly moved the demon’s hair away from his forehead as he leaned closer to brush his lips against it. “I’ll never leave you” He whispered, “I promise”. He didn’t want to wake him from such a peaceful sleep, but he knew he needed to get those damned assignments off his back. Julius sighed, vexed at his own thoughts. Of all things he could be thinking about it, it had to go back to that… He gently moved the demon’s head off his chest and placed it on the pillow, getting off the bed in the process.
“I should just quickly finish those three off and come back before he awakens…” he grit his teeth at his cold tone. He’d never meant to sound so indifferent towards precious human lives, but he knew that the sleeping man was more important. He smiled down at his lover; glad he finally had something to come back to as he quickly slipped his clothes on, and headed out, without a sound. He jumped through the city, from building to building, sighing in relief as it was too dark for anyone to spot him. He was going to break the rules a little and finish his assignment all in one day. He was going to be punished anyway and he guessed he was just giving the superiors more of a reason to do so.
He allowed an hour in between each assignment, gritting his teeth in regret as he desperately wanted to go back to cuddling his partner. A smile crept up Julius’ face as thoughts about the mumbling demon rose to his mind. He quickened his pace, making his way back to where he should be, before halting in place, feeling an unpleasant presence ripple through the air. Julius turned and growled at his superior not caring how loud he was being, “You lied to me!”
“I knew you wouldn’t leave things to the last minute, but I didn’t expect you to break the rules like that” an all too calm voice slipped from confident lips. William pulled his glasses up with his middle finger as he coldly looked at the furious man.
“You can’t do this to me, William!” Julius screamed at the reaper, “Give me the promised week! Please!” He looked down as he begged, his voice shrinking. “Please William, and then I’ll receive any punishment they’re willing to give me without a sound…” He made fists with his hands, his thoughts haunted by the tears of his lover, “Please…” he pleaded.
“Honestly… This is what happens when a reaper isn’t supervised properly.” William sighed, approaching the pained reaper, “You are to obey orders and follow me without a word, otherwise I am not responsible to what happens to that demon you cling on to so desperately” He grabbed on to Julius’ arm.
Julius shot up, glaring at William with bewildered eyes, “Leave him out of this!” He screamed at his superior, yet didn’t dare fight against him. William never bluffs, so his threatening was true and possible. The superiors would find every possible way to harm his lover in order to torture Julius, and he wasn’t about to allow that to happen. He silently allowed himself to be dragged back into the reaper realm and towards the main hall, entering the superiors’ oversized judgement room, his head bowed in regret. He was not ashamed. He never regretted loving Cain, and allowing him to see every piece of him. His only regrets were waking up and leaving the demon. He regretted finishing his assignments and not fighting the reaper. He regretted leaving Cain behind when he promised he’d never leave him. The sound of the whip as it connected with flesh was unsettling. The leather ripped through his skin, as crimson traced his back muscles. He did not utter a sound. Never allowing those bastard the pleasure of knowing he was in pain. He soundlessly bit his lower lip until it bled, his eyes tightly shut. His hands clutched on to the ropes that pulled his arms up and apart from each other as he was on his knees. His body was twitching uncontrollably with every whip at his back.
“Claim your treason boy, and you will be released” One of the superior’s mighty voice echoed through the room.
The swinging of the torture devise paused, allowing him to speak. “Love is not treaso-“ he grit his teeth as a small gasped escaped though his throat as thick leather connected with his back again. Several times, not allowing him to breath. Julius tried hard to compose himself, controlling his breathing, steadying his shivering body, as he glared up at his heartless superiors. His thoughts were completely laced with Cain’s peaceful sleeping face as he last left it. He knew he could never escape this hell, but every and any chance he was given that little bit of freedom, he was going to go back to the man who gave him purpose and sink into him.
“Cain…” A whisper could barely be heard out of the reaper as he allowed harm to be afflicted to his body.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 29, 2012 7:33:19 GMT -5
Emotionally and physically spent, Cain relished in the warmth. Finally taking the time to ease his mind and simply let some peace take over, finally allowing him needed rest. It seemed like an eternity before he finally awoke, drowsy and still rather stuck in a hazy warm embrace from the ghostly memories of being embraced in the other’s arms. The second time in twenty four hours, not the first time, but certainly it wasn’t often he got to spend himself so thoroughly with another. In fact, it had been a while since he last indulged so shamelessly.
He slowly shifted, moving off his chest and rolling over on his side, using a hand to pull the long locks out from under him. Julius caught on quick, he smirked at the thought, closing his eyes for a few moments before turning his head, expecting to see the reaper laying next to him asleep and cuddling into the sheets. But instead, he found no one… Cain stared openly at the empty spot, wrinkled and a bit bare from past company, now cold from lack thereof.
He sat up, hopelessly gazing around the small area in search of the man he had broken for. He was gone… It was pure shock that had him in dismayed silence. But the intense emotions hit him like a brick wall. Julius had left him there, without a word. And quite a while ago too by the looks of it. The first thing he felt was anger, scorn, that the bastard had dared trifle with him, played him like a damn hopeless fool, screwed him, and left him totally and utterly stranded in bed like a helpless rabbit. It infuriated him! How dare that reaper toy with him!
His eyes flared red, pupils shrinking into diamond slits, a revolting hiss escaping from his throat as he threw the covers off himself, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and quickly gathering himself into presentable condition. He was going to be sure to find that bastard and carve him into pieces for playing him like a fool! He swiped his mask, ridiculous it may have been for his anger, but damn well he did not have any other mask to choose. He tied the mask on tight, knotting it and tying down his hair. He quickly leapt out of the trap door, kicking it closed and jumping off the roof, landing in the alley bellow, cracking the crate bellow his feet.
He followed what traced he could find of Julius, wandering for what seemed forever, coming across cadavers, but nothing more… His anger slowly cooled and melted into worry when he could not find him immediately. If he was on earth, he would have found him much quicker, he had been given a week, had he not? Or did he already return? Or was he taken… that last thought flared his anger once more and brought ugly suspicions. William… that was the name he had locked on his mind. That impulsive prick. He was the cause of this, he knew it. The dark eyes of his mask faintly glowed red, his gloveless fingers curling into enraged fists, his long sharp nails digging into his palms.
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As if upon the will of the hurt reaper, the room became colder, the temperature dropping rapidly, a dark haze falling over the extraordinary sized room. A dark purple mist swirled just in front of the bleeding reaper, the form of the long haired man resurrecting from thin air as the realm at his breech seemed to twist, a crack in their frame. He had bleed in from the contract, Julius was his way in and his only way in. And he was here in the flesh. He caught the leathery weapon as soon as he appeared, cold hand snatching the threatening bind and curling it around his fingers, holding it so tight his rigged knuckles were white, dark nails tearing into the leather like teeth, creating a steal grip on the weapon.
His long hair, confined by a dark ribbon, swayed lightly over his back. Those dark deep abyssal holes of eyes in the cold emotionless mask bright red. Angry, full of animosity. He was here to bring a taste of pure hell to these bastards that dare touch the reaper he had shared his bed with. No one was going to hurt him and get away with it. Yes, he was weaker here, and he certainly was drastically outnumbered… But he was not going down without a fight and without a few heads to be cleaved.
“A great crimson river shall stain your realm for harming Master Julius.” he seethed. That was not just a threat, that was a damned promise he would be sure to go through with. Sure, he might not be able to particularly kill them, but he could still sever their heads, cut off their limbs, and tear them apart for as long as he could before he got his ass handed to him and had to retreat with Julius. Sounded like a plan, rash, but you couldn’t quite blame the demon. He was a demon! Of course he was going to go bat Sh-t crazy if you took something of his that he intended to keep. Julius was no exception. His first target, the one with the whip.
He yanked the whip right out of his hands, lassoing it back to wrap around the other’s neck and thrashing him to the ground before leaping at him, tangling with the man as his clawed nailed shredded him, speckles of crimson blood spraying over the soft white mask and marring the perfect white with a red contrast. When the man was no longer moving, either too pained to move or as near death as he could get, his lifted his head to face the oh so superior bastards, a small trickle of blood trailing down the side of his mask and dripping off his chin. He was going to go after every single person in his way, lord help them if they could stop him before he caused too much damage. Most demons were quite destructive enough calm and collected- an enraged demon, well, that was just a bloody massacre.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 29, 2012 17:15:19 GMT -5
As if calling the demon’s name had summoned him, Julius felt severe pain to his chest where the demon’s contract was tattooed onto him, as the demon appeared before him stopping the last whip from connecting with his back. Julius thought he was hallucinating, as he was definitely in deep pain, and his vision was certainly becoming hazy. He snapped out of his denial as the reaper ripped through his tormentor. Julius grit his teeth, grabbing hold of the ropes keeping him still and pulling on them with a great grunt, freeing himself. He glared at the idiotic demon. Julius was an elite Reaper, legend from the weapon he was given by his master. He could have gotten out of any situation, but he only stayed, and allowed his body to be harmed to keep them from hurting Cain. And here the demon was, waltzing around the room, dislocating limbs without a second thought. He wanted to punch that damned mask in until his hand came out the other side of the demon’s head. His superior would find every way possible to torture the demon when they got their hands on him, and they were clearly out numbered. He was exhausted from lose of blood and pain, but he wasn’t about to allow the idiot to take all those reapers on his own.
He noticed William and the young blond haired reaper, Ronald approaching Cain from either side of him, as he was already occupied by another reaper. Julius ran towards Cain, back bent as he pivoted kicking the reaper in front of the demon in the process. Julius stood in front of shocked Cain, glaring at him for what seemed like a second as he swung his arms around the still demon, using the thick ropes as a weapon. William managed to dodge it as he stepped back and out of reach, but the poor young reaper was hit and thrown backwards. Julius swung around, turning his back to his lover. He glared up at his superiors as a means of challenge.
“You are nothing without your scythe, Julius!” One of his superior called. “Alexander made a mistake trusting a useless child with his weapon”
Julius grit his teeth, “Is that what you want?” he yelled through his teeth, still standing in front of the demon protectively. The superiors have been eyeing his scythe ever since it was handed to him by his master.
“Pardon?”
“Alexander’s Scythe. If I allow you permission to wield it, will you let us leave?” He regretted every word he spat out. His master’s scythe meant everything to him. It was a great weapon that only few could wield, and his master had intrusted it in him before he bowed to his position as a reaper and left the realm. Something no one had dared to do before. Julius snorted at the thought. –I guess I’ll be the second…- He never thought he would follow his master’s foot steps to this extent. He despised his master after he had left, but now he understood the reason as to why he had unintentionally abandoned him.
‘If you love something with all your heart, don’t ever hesitate to hold on to it forever.’ Julius remembered his master’s words which brought tears down from his furious eyes.
-I failed you master…. I’m so sorry…-
“You are willing to give up Alexander’s Scythe and your position for that!” It wasn’t a question, as his superior practically spat the words at them in disgust, while pointing behind him at the demon.
Julius hesitated for a few seconds, his glare never leaving his superiors. He stood, back straight as he ripped the ropes from around his wrists and nodded confidently as he seemed to almost tower over Cain. “Yes. I allow you complete permission to Alexander’s scythe, if you allow us leave.” His glare intensified, “And never come after us!” his eyes threatened the now amused superiors.
The elite superior laughed, mocking Julius, “As you wish. From this day forth, you, Julius Sky, will live in the human world, unarmed and free to live an eternity with no responsibility. Go ahead and follow your foolish master’s footsteps. I allow you leave” His superior turned to look at William, who stood, tense, glaring at Julius. “Show them out, I wish to never see such disgrace ever again.” The superior sat back down on his chair and huffed, “Bring me the scythe” was the last thing Julius heard as he followed the reaper, with the demon close behind him.
His master’s last memories. His life and job. His purpose. Everything slipped away from him in mere minutes as he gave everything up for the silent demon following behind him as they exited the reaper realm. It was the last time he was going to ever see such a dreadful place again. He was free. So why did he feel so pained?
“You made a huge mistake Julius” Was that sympathy he heard in William’s voice? It couldn’t possibly be. Julius looked up quickly at the reaper, his eyes never failing to see that second of emotion before it disappeared into the cold look the reaper always played on his face.
Julius huffed and looked down, “It’s none of your business. And not like you care anyway.”
“Alexander.” William began catching Julius’ full attention, “He’s in France” The reaper turned his back to Julius as he walked back into the reaper realm without another word.
Julius had been searching for his master since he’d left. The superiors tried their best to keep them from meeting, and of all people to guide him, it had to be William. Julius sighed, watching the reaper as he disappeared into nothingness. The night was finally backed to silence. He must’ve been gone for a while. Julius looked up, expressionless, watching the silent moon, tears dripping down his cheeks unknowingly. It wasn’t until the demon next to him made some sort of movement, taking off his mask that Julius snapped back to reality. He turned his head slowly to glare at the demon. His hand reacted before his brain did as it connected with Cain’s face, slapping him, before his knees finally gave out on him and he fell to the ground. Every emotion came at once, over whelming his body and mind as tears flowed like a river from his eyes. He let out a ripping scream, so loud sleeping birds awoke and relocated, flying above them. Julius punched the ground, ignoring the blood seeping from his knuckles, as his head followed right after, his forehead hitting the ground hard. He cried out, sniffling and whimpering, letting out all his anger on the floor as his fists connected with the ground a few times. He wanted to die just then. He gave up everything he ever own. Everything that ever held meaning to his infinite life. He hated himself and hated his master for not being by him. He hated the world and wished that it could all just end there and then, as he allowed his helpless body to curl on the floor, his consciousness slipping away.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 29, 2012 18:11:26 GMT -5
Cain could not say it was logical, nor was it smart, to be here tearing through people like tissue paper, if only to put his anger into something physical and unleash his wrath on the bastards that were the ones threatening his purpose. Threatening to take away Julius and keep him here. He would not allow it! By the time he was finished, he would be sure this floor was painted completely red- with not a spot left untouched by their life liquid!
He went at the reaper in front of him, fist connecting with the other’s weapon as the poor bastard managed a block and tried to subdue him, but all he managed was to distract him. Enough to catch him off guard when Julius flew past him and took out the reaper in front of him with a nasty kick that likely unhinged the poor sucker’s jaw. Cain noticed the two that were trying to creep up on him as Julius lashed out at them, forcing them back. Cain’s eyes were caught on William, daring him to try and come at him, to see just what he would do if the bastard tried anything.
However, his attention shifted when a conversation decided to arise, a nasty snarl coming from those porcelain lips when the superior decided to insult him. Oh he could have leapt at him then and tore his throat out for being such a presumptuous As-Hole! He could have, but the hesitation of Julius had him stilled, waiting for what was to unfold, watching Julius’s back. There was little he could do as Julius gave up what he had for him, a demon, and they were told to leave.
Cain did not resist, although he wished he could still rip those others apart, and followed after Cain without a word. Like a dog on a leash. When they were alone, in the dreary silent night, he realized how selfish he had been as he watched Julius. A reaper, was it not that all they had was a title, a job, and their weapon at their side? He had taken it all away from Julius, in one slaughter. Selfishly stripped the man of what he had, solely because he would not let Julius leave him.
He reached for the crimson mask, pulling it away from his face. “Master Juli-” he tried to speak, but his return was a harsh hit, the other’s hand connecting with his face and effectively silenced him. His cheek stung, but it could not have hurt worse than watching Julius at his feet, beating the ground, crying out so helplessly. Cain slowly sank to his knees, sitting next to him, lightly placing the bloodied mask on the grass.
“I apologize, Master Julius…” was all he could say. There was to be no excuses, no explanations, only his sympathies for the man. He gingerly placed his red-stained hand on Julius’s head, fingers running through his dark, messy locks.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 29, 2012 19:10:53 GMT -5
Could it all just have been a dream? A horribly vivid nightmare? He knew the answer to that as the annoying sound of running water woke him up. His body was stiff and his mind empty as he sat up sorely, the bed creaking in the process. He touched his bandaged filled chest, and sighed, hiding half his face in his right hand with his elbow resting on his knee. “You really did it this time Julius…” He whispered to himself. Julius looked up in the direction he knew the demon was in. All the demon knew what to do was get angry and wash dishes. Dammit.
Julius stood up, furiously throwing the covers off him to the other side of the room, and walking straight for the distracted demon. Julius was expressionless as he grabbed hold of Cain’s wrist, pushing him roughly to the wall, the demon’s hand pinned beside his head. Julius stared into the demon’s eyes, his own cold and hollow. They stood there for a few second, their eyes challenging one another, before Julius opened his mouth to speak in a low, weak voice. “What are you going to do now, demon?” he purposefully addressed Cain as what he was, coldly. “I am still under your contract, so you can’t get away. How are you going to pay for your mistakes?”
He was hurting himself by being the way he was, and he didn’t even know why he was doing this. As if he was possessed, his entire personality took a turn. He wanted to hurt this man. He would never allow anyone else lay a single finger on this demon, but he himself was thinking up different ways he could hurt this damn idiot for acting before thinking. He could’ve gotten hurt, and pushed them into a hole that neither of them could ever get out of, and Julius was going to punish him for his actions.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 29, 2012 19:44:49 GMT -5
A picky habit he supposed as he turned on the water, washing off the blood from his hands before washing what was left of the dishes to put them away, retrieving a simple cloth and wiping at the counter. He wasn’t sure what to think now, as he washed away at the imaginary grime on the counter, ensuring it’s cleanliness. However, he was caught quickly, seized by the wrist and slammed into the wall, roughly pinned there. Cain’s eyes stared back at Julius, the man drained of emotion. He was acting cold, and cruel, angry at him…
It was well deserved, even if he was rather giving a defiant look back. He could not help but feel that Julius should have expected this. Cain had cracked his façade for him, let him see parts of him no one ever saw, laid down his mask even- his precious cover and wall, broke it down and allowed him to see. He should have expected it, should have known that a demon could be so selfish- so rash. But he was still under contract, this was true… A valid point that could not be disobeyed. Oh, but at this point, he was almost wishing he could break the contract somehow just to knock his head into the wall. But that was obviously not going to happen, no matter how defiant he may have glared back at Julius.
“What is there left for me to do- Master Julius? I have already taken your life.” he replied coolly. The words came out cold, spiteful even. His eyes never leaving Julius’s, his expression collectively cold.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 29, 2012 20:07:50 GMT -5
As if the demon had meant to, he snapped Julius back into his cry baby, rash personality as the ex-reaper’s eyes widened in anger, gritting his teeth. His free hand went up to Cain’s throat, shocking him, “Don’t call me that damn it, you stupid demon!” Julius yelled into Cain’s face as he pushed him to the floor by his neck. His knees were just below the demon’s armpits as he pinned him down, still shocking him. Their faces were inches away from each other, Julius’ tears of frustration dripping down Cain’s cheeks as if the demon himself was crying. He hated that damn cold face. He wanted to rip it off the demon’s face. “You bastard…” Julius whispered through his teeth, as he ripped Cain’s shirt of his body with a swift motion of his free hand. Said hand crept down into the demon’s pants, grasping his sensitive organ roughly. Not allowing the demon to breath, Julius crushed his own lips to Cain’s, forcing all his anger on him. Forcing himself on him, as if that was going to solve anything. Julius let go of the demon’s throat, getting off him, and sitting beside his head. He grabbed hold of the flowing purple hair, pulling the demon towards his groin. “Make your ‘master’ happy, you useless piece of Sh-t” he spat out the word ‘master’ like acid.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 29, 2012 20:37:48 GMT -5
He had struck quite the nerve it seemed, as the other clenched his throat, immediately cutting off any air as he forced him to the ground. Cain grasping at Julius’s wrist, unable to draw breath as he screamed into his face. He couldn’t honestly fight back, he couldn’t go against him. It was just how it worked- but that didn’t mean he didn’t need to breathe. The force of the other’s hand crushing his windpipe, though he refused to struggle for air or choke. He stared up at the other, still as Julius tore off his shirt and roughly went for his groin, his hand grasped tighter on Cain’s wrist as the other crushed their lips together, forcing a kiss from him, dragging out the lack of air for what seemed so many long minutes.
He, however, was let free, at least momentarily. Cain drew in a greedy deep breath, struggling down the urge to pant as his sore throat felt rasp and dry. The soft color of his neck discolored red from the rough abuse. However, the freedom was not long lived, as Julius grabbed a fist full of his hair close to the roots, pulling him over forcefully towards his groin. Cain winced at the hair pulling, feeling as if he was going to tear his scalp off, and so he complied, forcing himself to roll over so he would not be dragged and came closer.
His eyes, glared up at Julius, as the other spat cruel words down at him. He knew what he was gesturing- ordering him to suck him off like he was a lowly whore. An order, sadly, was an order… even if he did not say it directly. He closed his eyes, unwilling certainly, but that was not his choice. “If that is what you wish…” he spoke, the words were forced, like a true servant he would do as he was told. Cain unbuttoned Julius’s pants, eyes unwilling to look up at the infuriated man.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 29, 2012 21:05:26 GMT -5
Julius couldn’t believe that Cain would actually go through with his orders. He needed him to struggle. He needed Cain to hurt him, punch him, do something, just as much as he wanted to hurt the demon. Julius grit his teeth at the obedient servant and pulled his head back up using the hair he grasped so roughly. Julius glared at Cain, as he forced his index finger and his middle finger into his mouth and down his throat choking him further. “You dirty whore…” Julius spat. Just then, he remembered something.
‘I assure you it shall never happen. It is the one thing I am proud of.’ Cain’s voice ran through his head. “One thing you’re proud of, huh?” Julius took his fingers out of the demon’s mouth, watching him gasp for air as he stood up, dragging the demon along with him by his hair, looking for something sharp. He’d finally found scissors, as he swiftly, without hesitation, messily cut through the purple hair he’d been pulling on for a few minutes. He threw the rest of the shocked demon’s hair out of his hand, looking up at him. Julius’ eyes widened as he’d realised what he had done. Cain’s hair was angled, some strands shorter than the others, but most of it was just below his ears.
Julius dropped the scissors and hurried over to the still shocked demon, “Oh god Cain, what have I done… I’m so sorry!” He grabbed hold of the demon’s face as gently as he could as the words came out in a rush.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 29, 2012 22:10:14 GMT -5
What could he do other than take the abuse as it came? There was nothing he could do to stop it without go against the man. The hair pulling was getting old, and more painful the more he yanked, his grasp as tight as ever on his long silky locks. He gagged on the fingers as they were shoved down his throat, the horrible feeling of the digits blocking his airway, digging as deep as they could. Body naturally wishing to purge the substance from his airway as he choked. It brought tears to his eyes that stung harshly, but he forced back.
He couldn’t quite grasp what the other was on about after the whore comment, being dragged on the floor by his hair as he coughed and gasped, searching for proper air. His eyes widened when he saw the scissors, uncertain if Julius was going to drive the blades into his skin or something worse. He, however, found his answer as his hair was pulling and then suddenly cut, the strands that had him captured suddenly let him loose as they were severed. He staggered a little, the short strands of hair falling from behind his ears and hanging in front of his face.
He nearly didn’t understand the sensation at first, the light feeling. He hesitantly reached up fingers sheepishly touching the short strands of hair. The expression on his face, filled with shock and horror, eyes wide and watery as he laced his fingers through his hair. It… it was gone… Just like that all his hair was on the floor before him. His chest felt tight, his vision blurred as he took a dizzied step back. He could not believe that it was gone- that Julius had done that!
The shock was numbing, but soon let up to a frantic feeling, breath becoming just a bit ragged, realizing just exactly what had been done. Julius had cut off his hair! He couldn’t bring himself to look away from the abandoned strands on the floor, even as Julius came up to him, gingerly taking his face into his hands. Cain looked completely taken aback, filled with too many emotions to pinpoint and probably looked like he could pass out from the unexpected attack.
Devastation. It was the only word that could possibly describe these feelings wrapped up tight in his aching throat. His eyes finally lifted from the ground scowling strait at Julius, his fists curling extremely tight as he stood there. God if he was angry before, then right now he must have been livid- extremely pissed off. He pulled his arm back, fist tight, ready to punch the man right into the next life. But his fist stayed, teeth ground tight, muscles tense. He wanted to punch him, wanted to beat him into a Julius soup and tear him apart. But he could not.
He released his fist, tearing himself away from Julius’s tender grip. He could not decide what to do, what to punch, what to rip apart for the sake of being unable to kill Julius. He looked as if he was about to go mad, and quite insane he did turn. He thrashed the chair aside, breaking it against the bedside table, knocking the glass vase over as it shattered.
“I believe it is quite painfully obvious what you have done!!” his voice boomed- for someone quite usually quiet, he certainly had a vicious set of vocals. He ran his hand over his heated face, boiling with intense scorn. “Congratulations- I sincerely hope you are happy that you have destroyed the last few shreds of dignity I had left.” he spoke, retrieving his ripped shirt angrily and uselessly pulling it on. His eyes blurred over with tears that he refused to let loose as he stormed his way through, retrieving his cracked mask.
Julius had proven just how much of a lowly demon he was, tore away any ounce of dignity he had left, which was not much. And left him with nothing but horrid shame and the deep feeling of betrayal. He had regretted harming Julius, having the man give up his life for him. But he did not do that intentionally, and he had been willing to make up for it. But this was too much. Ordered to do such disgusting things and the last thing he could call his own and could be prideful of was now laying in a messy heap on the floor.
He needed to get away from Julius, even if just for an hour, so he wouldn’t end up doing something he regretted even more than the things he had done already. He was a mess of raging emotions that he could not sincerely keep under control. He couldn’t escape from Julius, that was a fact he perhaps could have lived with this morning, but now he felt completely and helplessly trapped… which did nothing to aid his destructive emotions.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 29, 2012 22:49:40 GMT -5
Julius slowly followed right after Cain as he took drunken steps towards the bedroom. He winced at the thrown chair and grit his teeth. Julius wanted to punch himself inwards. He loved Cain’s hair, and he felt like a damn hypocrite for cutting it as he was the one who threatened Cain’s life if he ever cut that beautiful hair. Julius could see how pained Cain was, going near insanity as he searched desperately for something that wasn’t there. Julius was so selfishly blinded by his own regrets and pains that he had intentionally taken away everything that the demon held dear to him. Julius hurriedly grabbed on to Cain’s wrists ignoring the man’s struggle and looked him in the eyes. Tears. It was the second time he’d seen them from the demon and both had left his heart broken as Cain cried in frustration.
What was he thinking? Regret? Was Julius really regretting giving up everything just so he could be with Cain? He wouldn’t have given up everything he ever owned for this man if he hadn’t loved him. He loved Cain so much. He adored this crying, furious mess before him, and he just wanted to pretend as if nothing was wrong and go back to cuddling together like they had been before. His eyes stung, tears threatening to leave them, but he swallowed them back. He couldn’t show Cain how sorry he was, but he could show him how much he loved him. Julius leaned closed to Cain’s face and softly touched his own lips to Cain’s quivering ones until the demon had calmed down a little. Julius let go of his wrists and grabbed hold of his face once more, deepening the kiss, pushing them onto the bed. He broke the kiss only to search for the man’s eyes with his lips, tenderly kissing Cain’s right eye, tracing his scar. “Please don’t cry…” Julius pleaded his lips still on the man’s lid. “This is entirely my fault.” he began, letting his forehead rest on the pillow next to Cain’s head, while having déjà vu of the night before he was kidnapped. “I shouldn’t have dragged you down with me. It’s all my fault” He continued blaming himself as he smoothed the side of Cain’s face a few times, trying hard to soothe the pained demon. “I love you so much Cain. I’m so sorry” Julius whispered into Cain’s ear.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Mar 1, 2012 1:04:01 GMT -5
He was caught in middle of his attempt to storm out, grabbed by the wrists and restrained. He tried to jerk away, but it seemed Julius was not going to let him go. “Release me!!” He yelled, trying to pull away from him. Cain slowly stopped struggling, glaring at the floor, finding that it was useless to keep fighting if he could not get away without lashing out at Julius. Although perhaps rather still, he was still trembling with rage and hurt.
He looked up, a dangerous look in his eyes as the other moved closer to him, face not even an inch away. Despite looking like he would bite the other’s face off, Julius decided to kiss him anyways, tenderly pressing his lips against his. The tender warm feeling coming back to his lips, reminiscing the warmth of their past passions. Reluctantly, he eased up, gaining his freedom as the other let go of his wrists. Free from his grasp, yet he did not bother to move as Julius took his lips into a deeper kiss, his hands warm against his skin.
Such warmth after the cold brutal actions towards him. Unheard of. The tears fell from his lashes as he closed his eyes, allowing himself to fall back on the bed. He lightly wrapped his arms around Julius, dispelling his anger by force. Allowing Julius to lightly place his lips on his scar.
“Do not blame yourself…” he responded. Oh the hypocrisy in that sentence, not that one could tell, thankfully. He opened his eyes, lightly turning his head and gazing at the distressed man with a drained expression. Damn, emotions were severely irritating and draining. A sigh escape from his lips, forcing the emotions down back to where they were supposed to stay. But the over whelming loss still ached in the back of his mind.
He lightly ran a hand down Julius’s bandaged back. Now that he wasn’t blind with rage, he finally felt just how sore his throat was from the assault. Not that he could not deal with the bit of pain after striping the man of his life… He was sympathetic, overly so, because he quite knew the feeling of such a loss himself.
“I am sorry that I was the one to bring you down with me… I did not intend to let things get so… out of hand. I overreacted when I realized that they had stolen you from me- However…” He lifted Julius’s chin so that he would look at him and not suffocate himself in the pillow. “The next time you decide to punish me, stay away from the scissors…” brave of him to be joking about that so early. It still stung- a lot. Immensely so. But he reasoned he would have to let it go, even if he did not want to.
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Post by Ryuga on Mar 1, 2012 1:34:25 GMT -5
Julius stared down at Cain and couldn’t help a chuckle or the tears that came right after. His pain was yet to fade, but he felt a little relived that Cain was actually capable of humour in such a situation. “We’re the weirdest couple” his laughing echoed through the room as he placed his head on the demon’s chest, his hands reaching up to touch the man’s hair by instinct. He frowned at his idiocy, but still played with the man’s hair never the less. “There won’t be a next time” He promised. He knew he was going to get mad at the demon, the fighting between the two was something inevitable it seemed, but he wasn’t going to let something like this ever happen again.
The ex-reaper closed his eyes and listened to the demon’s steady heartbeat, something that always seemed to calm him. He suddenly remembered something as a chuckle escaped his lips, alarming the demon. “I found out something about you when you fell asleep on my chest” he spoke quietly, almost falling asleep, “You speak in your sleep. It’s very cute…. I… really….” What was he going to say? Julius had over exhausted his mind and body these past few days. He’d never felt so tired in his life. But then again it was a different kind of exhaustion he realised as he slowly lost consciousness. Ah. This must be what they call peace. Something he could get used to. He wanted to say something though. Something he became used to saying before falling asleep each time. What was it? Why couldn’t he recall it?
‘I love you’
Ah. There we go. Julius hoped the demon heard him. He wasn’t even sure he’d said it out loud. But it allowed him a peace of mind, until another thought invaded his tired mind. He finally realised that Cain had never once said the words back to him. Cain had never said he loved Julius, not once, not ever. But… why…. It’s getting cold. No, it became warm again. He could feel movement. His head was being petted. He wished he could stay like this forever. Forver…
-So… tired…-
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