Re-Intro . Accidental Roommates . Room 574,733 . Increasing Aphro

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It was unpleasant being dragged to this place yet again. Charles had better things to do- more important things to do... And not even the option of tormenting some innocent bystander could outweigh his present need to complete his mission. But there was no way out for now, he had learned that during previous visits, so all that he could do was

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Hansel recognized that voice, especially the timbre and false lilt of it, and it made his pulse quicken simply to hear. It was Big Brother. Smiling a likewise smile, Hansel tugged the covers down and turned to face Charles, arms opening to welcome the other man into them. They were, after all, such a similar breed of creature that it was impossible not to find solace with him. More than anything these days, Hansel found himself longing for this false brother of his. They might as well have been real siblings.

"But Brother, I've been waiting for you all this time."

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While he had met enough people from worlds beside his own while trapped in this place, now was the first that he had encountered someone from the prison that had been Las Vegas... But he supposed that in this case luck could not have been more on his side. As soon as he recognized Hansel the Baskerville let out a short laugh before a gloved hand snaked out to trail across the younger man's cheek,

"Such a sneaky boy... You're lucky someone didn't come along and try to take advantage of you while you waited." What a joke. They both were as dangerous as each other and it was almost impossible that either would be taken unawares.

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"I knew Brother would come for me," Hansel insisted, positively glowing at Charles' words as though he took them for praise. He nuzzled against the older man's hand eagerly, positively attention-starved for Charles' particular breed of affection. His tongue flicked past his lips to brush against the pad of Charles' thumb in invitation, Hansel tugging down the blankets further to show that he had been waiting unclothed.

Charles was right in that the boy was a dangerous, unhinged little thing who only allowed himself to be touched on his own terms, however, as there was the glint of a hatchet at Hansel's side beneath the covers. It was unnecessary now that Charles was here, at any rate, and it was quickly nudged aside so as not to cut them.

"Will you take advantage of me now?"

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"Of course, even if I had to fight through eight more Abysses to find you..." he murmured, his eyes serious despite the smile still fixed on his face as he looked over the other. It still felt strange to meet a child outside of his own world, specifically the Baskerville family, who was so similar to himself; pure sadism and brokenness and instability. It was calming but equally unnerving.

Charles had easily noted that blade nearby and was instinctively on guard as well, as evident by the numerous blades kept on his person at all times. But like Hansel he kept them at the back of his mind for now.

Instead he shifted his thoughts to the bare young man beneath him and the question he had posed. The cloaked man just chuckled teasingly and moved his hand to brush over slim neck and then collarbone of the smaller male as if contemplating cutting off his air. "Ah, but Big Brother might feel so guilty for corrupting you..." he murmured, tongue running over his teeth briefly.

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"You would fight for me...?" Hansel sounded both a little awed and surprised, expression one of delight. Thoughtlessly, Hansel giggled softly to himself and bared his neck to the other man invitingly, as careless and haphazard with his life as ever. He had never met anyone outside of himself willing to fight for him before. Fight with him, perhaps. Or some people had the silly notion that he could be saved. But-- He had never met a person besides Gretel who would fight for him before Charles.

They really were like brothers after all.

"This 'Abyss' place sounds like fun, Big Brother. We should go play sometime. And don't worry," Hansel reassured, arms draping around Charles' voice even as he spoke. "It's not really corrupting if it's all been done to me before."

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"Of course." In Charley's mind Hansel was something of an honorary Baskerville, reminding him strongly of a certain child already in the group... And he would always fight for her; they were essentially family. But he had no intention of trying to save someone from themselves or anything so offensive, that would have made him a hypocrite of the worst kind. He was just very choosy when it came to his relations.

He pouted a bit at the thought, idly trailing a finger over the boy's exposed neck and letting his nail scratch at the skin lightly through his glove. "Ah, it would have to be after I finish my duties. Time flows differently there and I can't afford to be trapped for another century," the Baskerville mused, frown reappearing briefly as he thought of his Mistress.

But he pushed the thoughts away and chuckled, fingers shifting to tilt Hansel's face by the chin. "I suppose you're right... Little brother is so clever~"

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"I'll help, then! So that we can play in the Abyss sooner," Hansel decided with a somewhat dangerous grin. "I can fight for you too." He reached up with both hands as well to cup Charles' cheeks.

"Mm, but for right now... You feel a little warm, Big Brother. Shall I fix it for you...?" Even as he offered, one of Hansel's hands slid down the length of Charles' torso to knead against his inner thigh invitingly, the boy wetting his lips as he peered intently into the other man's eyes.

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That grin returned and he nodded, leaning in to nudge at the other's cheek in a deceptively innocent fashion. "Big Brother would greatly appreciate it~" His leg shifted into the touch and let one of his own hands wander over the young man's chest and side slowly. Pink eyes eyed Hansel for a moment as he ran his tongue over his teeth before leaning in to kiss him hard.

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Kisses were a rarity for Hansel, and a muffled giggle found its way to Charles' lips before Hansel returned the kiss in earnest. Bold hands found their way past the other man's cloak, pushing the heavy fabric aside to give Hansel access to Charles' pants, and he made quick work of the fastenings with practiced ease. Charles' pants were nudged down his hips so that Hansel might bring a hand between the Baskerville's legs and rub hard.

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The Baskerville smirked as he felt the giggle, licking teasingly over Hansel's lips before he made a low grumble of approval at the hand on him. While still pressing close he shifted his hands away momentarily to remove his gloves so he could touch at the other better. Once the extra fabric was tossed aside he let his hands run all over the boy, one trailing up over a slim leg to explore his skin.