Percy kicked the door of his flat, frowning at the little trail of red drops that he left in his wake. There was a certain irony to this, the fact that a five inch blade was rammed into his arm deep enough to pierce the bone. It throbbed; an aching pain that traced its way from his would to his shoulder and across his frail body
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‘You will behave, wouldn’t you? You will be a gentleman?’
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"Yes," he sighs reluctantly. "I'll behave. I promise."
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Looking down to admire his shoes in the interim, he frowns, noticing little red dots on the ground below him.
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He waited a moment, as if expecting the tale-tell call of 'open up, police', to chase the words. But when they didn't come he frowned, peeking out of his bedroom, and then slowly marching toward the door.
His bare feet padded against the cool wooden floor soundlessly as he came up to the door, and peeked out the eye-hole. Er...what where they doing here? As a pair?
Slowly, a barely clothed Percy opened the door with a confused expression clear on his face as he rested his injured arm behind the door. "Arthur.....Anson...Is something the matter?"
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He can't speak for a moment. He just lies there, sprawled and rumpled and looking utterly debauched. Percy occupies himself with his makeshift bandage, seemingly disinterested, but Arthur kneels there between Anson's thighs, his blue eyes searching Anson's face with a mixture of curiosity and worry. Anson reaches down and cups Arthur's cheek, then leans down, still a little wobbly, and presses his lips against Arthur's, taking his mouth in a long, deep, searing kiss.
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‘All right, mon petit prince?’ Arthur doesn’t even wait for an answer before breaking into a grin and smacking him excitedly on the thigh. ‘Shit, Anson, that was so fuckin’ ‘ot. I wish I could do that you. Make you ‘old on to me like that while I just corrupt you, completely using your body...ohhh...’
He's in a bit of state.
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"Yeah," he says softly, nuzzling Arthur's ear. "I'm okay." He pauses and whispers softly, so only Arthur can hear. "I see now why you liked it." He chuckles at Arthur's exuberance, the way his eyes sparkle with excitement even as they smolder with lust. Arthur's lips are swollen now, too, from the kiss, and his cheeks are pink. Anson slips his arms around Arthur's waist and holds on tight. "You can use my body anytime," he murmurs, nipping and sucking at that plush bottom lip. "Corrupt me, baby."
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He was, if anything, not the best of lovers. He most certainly had his moments of awkward hesitation and unease. But watching them was proving to be quite amusing.
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