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[damnated]

There wasn't much to do, or so Heat told himself. He had fed his demonic senses earlier today and while everyone seemed to be resting, he strolled impassively through the sets of hallways within their base - so damn boring. Before, Heat had never paid any attention, didn't understand anything but how it was to obey to those orders, to finish

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Only that Heat wasn't sure what he had wanted Serph to do, the anger burning within himself wasn't leading anywhere, and as a trapped beast, he struggled for a few moments before stopping to consider Serph's words once again - no. To concentrate on the hand pulling down a lock of his own hair, to inhale Serph's scent. Right or wrong, Heat couldn't quite tell which was one was it, he crushed his mouth against Serph (it seemed "right", but was it?), snaking the hand that wasn't clutching the other's wrist around his waist.

Pure instinct took over - instinct and memories. He wrenched his wrist out Heat's grasp, wrapping both arms around the slightly taller man and clutching him. It seemed right somehow, so familiar in a way that left him breathless. That heat rippled through him again...and again and again, originating from where Heat's arm wrapped around his bare waist and their lips touched. He pressed back into those lips, a moan working up from his chest, though not one of pain.

Having never heard such a sound before but in a situation of pain, Heat instinctively pulled apart, but not away, and kept his arm tightly wrapped around Serph. “Is this what’s right? Is it?” He breathed sharply against the man’s cheek. Placing a soft kiss upon the skin there came as only natural, and he did so, wondering briefly how it was possible that Serph had managed to melt all of his defiance away - or at least make it less noticeable in a moment like this. He wanted to be rough, to take over Serph - the leader - and force him into submission, while at the same time Heat also didn’t want to break the other (nor was he sure he could ever be broken.)

Heat's breath on his cheek, the fiery soft press of his lips, it all felt so familiar and so good. The question ran in his ears, images flashing up that he couldn't place. Heat's face and hair slicked with sweat, looking down at him, Heat's eyes closed, the sound of him moaning. But it wasn't from pain. It was like the sound he'd just made, but louder, more lustful. And suddenly he wanted that sound from him, wanted to hear Heat make that sound just for him, and knew he could make him make that sound - and only he could. It sent a thrill through him, turning his head to brush their lips, taking Heat's lower lip in his teeth and sucking, the word 'spicy' running through his head as Heat's taste flooded his mouth. "It feels right," he breathed, fingers gliding through the thick red hair, pressing closer.

Even with the memories of it having happened before, Heat hadn't been expecting this to advance the way it it, but still complied with the situation - if anything, he seemed to want this as badly as Serph. Kissing back, was, nothing short of delicious; the sensation of Serph's cool lips against him own were sending jolts of pleasure run through his spine, and make him shake slightly as he deepened the kiss and forcefully thrust his tongue inside the other's mouth. Serph was right, it did feel right. And Heat didn't take another second to press his companion's leaner body against the nearest wall - missing the bed for a few meters.