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You're really not seeing this, I swear.
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They had only met once before. Fourteen years ago Margulis was their enemy, and chaos had witnessed the attack on Jin. Impressed as he was watching the two men in a dance-like fighting sequence, he immediately recognised Margulis as Jin’s superior in swordsmanship. Still, he was amazed by this footwork, and he could never forget the images of that night. The image of Margulis’ face was burned into his memory.
But today they would meet once more. It would be the first meeting in fourteen years since that day on Miltia. chaos’ curiosity had gotten to him, and he decided to wander away from his group of friends to search Labyrinthos on his own. He was amazed by the intricate nature and the multiple puzzles. He stopped in the shadows of the core, not wanting to disturb anyone or anything.
“It’s . . . been awhile . . .” chaos spun around only to find a familiar face. “I never expected to find such a traitorous and delicate flower here.” Margulis’ lips twisted to form a playful smile, something that was seemingly inappropriate for a man such as him.
chaos looked up at Margulis’ face, feeling a bit awkward and somehow violated. “You . . . why are . . . you here?”
Putting his hand to chaos’ face, he laughed. “Why should I tell you now? You’ll soon find out when your friends arrive. He traced the outline of chaos’ face with a single finger, grinning in some bizarre and frightening seductive way.
chaos flinched and immediately looked towards the ground. “Is there a specific reason . . . for your being here?” He couldn’t help questioning Margulis; he truly hadn’t expected to find him in a place such as this.
“Must you question me right now?” He pushed chaos against the wall, tightly holding onto the arms of his victim. “You can’t wait for your comrades to show up? I know they’re here, but . . . why not just . . . enjoy the moment?” The odd seductive smile grew, and he closed the gap between himself and chaos. “Why not . . . let yourself go?” Forcefully putting his lips to chaos’ mouth, he attempted to bring out another side of this mysterious man.
chaos squirmed, trying to free himself from the tight grip of this madman. He wasn’t sure how he felt about what was happening. He screamed out a muffled command, shocking the man in front of him.
Margulis backed away, but he still kept his hands on chaos. “Did you . . . not want that?” He moved closer to chaos, gradually strengthening the grip. He had expected some resistance from the apparently young-looking man.
“Wha-wha- . . . WHAT WAS THAT?!” Flustered and blushing, chaos stopped his struggle and looked away. “Why . . . ?”
“More questions? Do you never stop?” Biting chaos’ lower lip, Margulis ran his hands down the slender body. “Just . . . give in.”
“Pl-pl- . . . please. Don’t.” Shivering uncontrollably, chaos pleaded for the end of this moment. He didn’t know why he pleaded with Margulis to stop, but there was something about this event. He couldn’t interpret the motives behind what was happening.
“Boy,” Margulis started while massaging the thigh of his victim, “there’s no harm in . . . this. Just . . . give in.” He bit the neck of his target, who let out a sharp gasp.
“ch-cha~os,” he managed to say in between the gasps. “I am . . chaos.” Giving up his struggle to such a harsh man, he allowed Margulis to do as he pleased.
He was far gentler than chaos had imagined he would be. He believed from the very beginning of that moment he would become a wild animal. Maybe he was just a little animalistic, but to a lesser degree than what would have been expected. While the kisses and biting were rough, the touches he possessed were somehow tender.
Margulis was delighted; his target had finally given him full control. He was able to remove articles of clothing and run his hands along chaos’ smooth skin. It was pure ecstasy, and he hoped chaos’ friends would be slow in showing up. It was only wishful thinking, but . . .
The minutes felt like seconds as they flew by as a door suddenly opened and a group of five wandered around the opening only to be in amazement. Margulis hadn’t gotten as far as he would have liked, but he knew no one in that room should find out about this.
“If only they . . . were later,” Margulis muttered in between biting and kissing. He threw himself off of chaos and pulled his robes back on. “Do get dressed,” he paused, “chaos.” Taking off in a fast-paced walk, he left the unsatisfied victim leaning against the wall in his near-nudity.
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Please don't kill me, because I already want to kill myself. This contradicts my beliefs that people who don't really know each other should be a pairing.
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They had only met once before. Fourteen years ago Margulis was their enemy, and chaos had witnessed the attack on Jin. Impressed as he was watching the two men in a dance-like fighting sequence, he immediately recognised Margulis as Jin’s superior in swordsmanship. Still, he was amazed by this footwork, and he could never forget the images of that night. The image of Margulis’ face was burned into his memory.
But today they would meet once more. It would be the first meeting in fourteen years since that day on Miltia. chaos’ curiosity had gotten to him, and he decided to wander away from his group of friends to search Labyrinthos on his own. He was amazed by the intricate nature and the multiple puzzles. He stopped in the shadows of the core, not wanting to disturb anyone or anything.
“It’s . . . been awhile . . .” chaos spun around only to find a familiar face. “I never expected to find such a traitorous and delicate flower here.” Margulis’ lips twisted to form a playful smile, something that was seemingly inappropriate for a man such as him.
chaos looked up at Margulis’ face, feeling a bit awkward and somehow violated. “You . . . why are . . . you here?”
Putting his hand to chaos’ face, he laughed. “Why should I tell you now? You’ll soon find out when your friends arrive. He traced the outline of chaos’ face with a single finger, grinning in some bizarre and frightening seductive way.
chaos flinched and immediately looked towards the ground. “Is there a specific reason . . . for your being here?” He couldn’t help questioning Margulis; he truly hadn’t expected to find him in a place such as this.
“Must you question me right now?” He pushed chaos against the wall, tightly holding onto the arms of his victim. “You can’t wait for your comrades to show up? I know they’re here, but . . . why not just . . . enjoy the moment?” The odd seductive smile grew, and he closed the gap between himself and chaos. “Why not . . . let yourself go?” Forcefully putting his lips to chaos’ mouth, he attempted to bring out another side of this mysterious man.
chaos squirmed, trying to free himself from the tight grip of this madman. He wasn’t sure how he felt about what was happening. He screamed out a muffled command, shocking the man in front of him.
Margulis backed away, but he still kept his hands on chaos. “Did you . . . not want that?” He moved closer to chaos, gradually strengthening the grip. He had expected some resistance from the apparently young-looking man.
“Wha-wha- . . . WHAT WAS THAT?!” Flustered and blushing, chaos stopped his struggle and looked away. “Why . . . ?”
“More questions? Do you never stop?” Biting chaos’ lower lip, Margulis ran his hands down the slender body. “Just . . . give in.”
“Pl-pl- . . . please. Don’t.” Shivering uncontrollably, chaos pleaded for the end of this moment. He didn’t know why he pleaded with Margulis to stop, but there was something about this event. He couldn’t interpret the motives behind what was happening.
“Boy,” Margulis started while massaging the thigh of his victim, “there’s no harm in . . . this. Just . . . give in.” He bit the neck of his target, who let out a sharp gasp.
“ch-cha~os,” he managed to say in between the gasps. “I am . . chaos.” Giving up his struggle to such a harsh man, he allowed Margulis to do as he pleased.
He was far gentler than chaos had imagined he would be. He believed from the very beginning of that moment he would become a wild animal. Maybe he was just a little animalistic, but to a lesser degree than what would have been expected. While the kisses and biting were rough, the touches he possessed were somehow tender.
Margulis was delighted; his target had finally given him full control. He was able to remove articles of clothing and run his hands along chaos’ smooth skin. It was pure ecstasy, and he hoped chaos’ friends would be slow in showing up. It was only wishful thinking, but . . .
The minutes felt like seconds as they flew by as a door suddenly opened and a group of five wandered around the opening only to be in amazement. Margulis hadn’t gotten as far as he would have liked, but he knew no one in that room should find out about this.
“If only they . . . were later,” Margulis muttered in between biting and kissing. He threw himself off of chaos and pulled his robes back on. “Do get dressed,” he paused, “chaos.” Taking off in a fast-paced walk, he left the unsatisfied victim leaning against the wall in his near-nudity.
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Please don't kill me, because I already want to kill myself. This contradicts my beliefs that people who don't really know each other should be a pairing.