lieabilities | [peacock] TDM Continuations

[ Pointy objects are only a precaution, if only because they’re good at keeping Kleken’s slippery hide pinned down— ]

…I’m glad we understand each other.

[ In some weird way he means it, even if right now he’s maybe a little fed up, a little impressed, and a little frustrated at how impressed he is, because that sort of defiance is oddly a turn-on. Like everything else about Kleken’s aggravating behavior.

But to his credit, those claws don’t do more than scrape lightly against skin as Minos leans in for another kiss, if only to take his mind off of the baffling riddle of Kleken’s reply. Is he telling the truth to mess with him this time? Deliberately letting out a whopper of a brain teaser to fuck with him?

Maybe he’s just being rude?

Yes.

So Minos will be rude back, and slide a hand over the back of Kleken’s head to tug at his hair and open his throat for the biting. ]

[ This face? Being rude? ]

[ How could Minos even suggest such a thing. ]

[ Never mind that he's completely right, Kleken is pointedly being a pest after having his machinations so forcefully interrupted. Letting Minos get any sort of upper hand had never been a part of his plans for this, but adjusting to the flow was something he did best. ]

[ Even a flow that is increasingly moving away from his favor. The sharp inhale through his teeth is all too raw at suddenly having his hair tugged on, eyes narrowing for numerous reasons in response as his throat is laid bare before the other man. ]

[ One of them being a sharp arousal at the action, he'd loath to admit. ]

You could have asked-

[ And you would have obliged, comes the wry thought, as he follows up that bite by sucking on it, spurred by some strange desire to make his mark as painfully apparent as possible.

Never mind that it won’t be pretty if Count Andersen or the Shadowlord catch wind of this.

His handiwork done, he pulls away with a lick of his lips, his grip on Kleken’s hair loosening. There’s something irritatingly like satisfaction in his slight smile, but surely Kleken won’t begrudge him that? ]

Now, now. I’m the butler here. I’m perfectly capable of anticipating your wants and needs before you even think of them.

[ You slimy bastard goes unsaid. ]

[ If there's a soft hiss of a sound coming from Kleken, it's surely all in Minos' imagination. Because the man would sooner make uncouth, obnoxious moaning sounds before making anything close to a sound of pleasure at being treated so roughly. ]

[ The mark on his neck lays bright against his pale skin, his hair more mused than normally from the hand that so rudely demanded his attention. It's a messier look than the normally composed conman keeps, and one that he'll use to his advantage in continuing to incite the man before him. ]

[ This face is going to continue being rude. ]

[ With a smile. ]

Is that so? I have my doubts, considering I'm finding my current wants rather unfulfilled at the moment.

[ He smiles back, hearing the truth underneath that shameless reply.

Now, what would Lord Istvan say? Minos considers his reply, as he pulls his hand away to rub his thumb across his own lips, as though to savor the lingering taste of Kleken's surrender. ]

…Checkmate.

[ If it were not unbecoming of a gentleman to throw an entire individual out a window using his tentacles... ]

[ The look of annoyance is clear on Kleken's face for the briefest of moments, but Minos is easily close enough to reap the rewards of his own efforts. However short-lived they are, given the speed in which Kleken is wiping the look off his own face. ]

[ How could he let anyone catch him so offguard, however momentary. ]

I had thought we were done with the games.

[ A filthy lie, all too obviously in this case. ]

[ Wow, do it you coward. That’d just be a normal evening for an assassin like him, anyway!! ]

…Heh.

[ If only he had a camera for this…but then again, that look’s going to stick with him for a lifetime. He should be thanking Kleken, honestly.

But right now he just traces his pointy finger around the outline of that hickey he’d just made— ]

I’m sure someone of your caliber will learn to keep up eventually.

[ He’ll gladly be the one to do the goading this time around, thanks. ]

[ He can't do the expected, that'd be too boring!! ]

[ There's the brief narrowing of eyes once more at that smugness, smugness that should have been his own given the differences in their experience. It makes something inside of him rattle in irritability, an emotion he'd rather not linger in for too long. ]

[ He tampers down on the instinct to evoke Fright, letting a tentacle slip out of his sleeve to circle behind Minos' neck, reclaiming his compose with a practiced smile. ]

It would seem I've been too gentle with you.

[ Minos is just glad not to be underestimated. That might’ve reflected poorly on the Andersens, after all. ~~Never mind that going at it with Kleken was already going to reflect badly on the Andersens.~~

But he doesn’t want to think about the Andersens right now. Not when there’s a tentacle coming for him from behind, and Kleken’s still…some kind of a threat. ]

Funny. I was just about to say the same thing.

[ His hand closes lightly over Kleken’s throat. He doesn’t have to tighten his grip, but the threat is there. ]

[ ~~Rude, there are a countless number of people who would be more than happy to go at it with Kleken-~~ ]

Then please, do your best.

[ It would have been an excellent deterrent, normally. Kleken has never had a taste for pain nor discomfort, but the challenge in Minos' gaze is pushing him into territories he'd normally never enter on his own. Far be it from him to not meet and exceed any hidden expectations. ]

[ He presses into the hand, ignoring the pressure on his throat once more in favor of pushing against Minos' neck to drag him into another kiss, this time the challenge for control of it apparent. ]

[ ~~Yes, and most of them are chilling at the bottom of the Gold River—~~ ]

Gladly.

[ There’s that brief golden flicker of Luminatics in his eyes again—a clear challenge, a certain something in his tone that says he doesn’t believe the lying liar who lies can take it—and so what if Kleken cuts any further snide remarks off with a kiss?

Minos has already made his point, that grip around Kleken’s throat slackening as his kiss grows more vicious, so he can reach behind him and grab that tentacle to give it a squeeze.

Can Kleken even feel that? Come to think of it, none of his intelligence on the man had even indicated that he might be of Demi-Human origin… ]

[ It should be no surprise that Kleken's a man of secrets, even under those ever vigilant prying eyes trying to scrap pieces of information from him to use against him. Illusions are ever so useful in projecting specific images, and the man is willing to use every trick in the book to maintain an image he wants to show. ]

[ So that groan that pours into Minos' mouth just after the squeeze to his tentacle? It's hard to say if that's a natural reaction or a practiced one, but Kleken pushes into the kiss all the same, sacrificing what will inevitably be bruised lips for them both in favor of getting them both lost in the sensation. ]

[ Lost enough, hopefully, that Minos won't mind getting dragged forward so that Kleken can oh-so-helpfully curve a leg over his while more tentacles emerge to entangle them further. ]

[ Nothing suspicious or worrisome about being wrapped up in tentacles at all, surely. ]

[ And it’s working, damn him. Minos would flatter himself to think that he can get that kind of rise out of Kleken, because he’s steadily losing ground himself, losing more and more of himself to the pleasure of that kiss…

And even to those tentacles, creepy and slimy as they are. After all, Minos is a bona-fide Umbratonian, born and bred in the gutter, a hot and murderous mess of a man packed tightly into his prim and proper butler’s uniform and his harnesses and his strict routines…

None of which are here with him now—only some alien device strapped around his wrist in place of his trusty old pocket watch, and the lack of those familiar reminders that he’s a more civilized beast now niggle at him more than he likes.

So he’s very lost indeed as he submits to those tentacles, to get pulled into that embrace and into Umbraton’s comforting shadows once more, more aroused than scared now that they’ve gone this far, his hand finally letting go of Kleken’s tentacle to explore the more Aurorian body underneath him, pointed fingers twisting at a nipple like he’s winding up a pocket watch. ]

[ It's rude to call a person's appendages creepy and slimy, Minos. ]

[ Especially when those appendages are intent on being helpful distractions and breaking down those exact restraints that the butler prides himself in. In that, they're completely in sync with Kleken's thoughts, the conman luring the other to fall deeper with him with mouth and tongue and nails digging in against Minos' shoulder to give those spikes of pain he suspects is growing on him just as they are unfortunately growing on Kleken. ]

[ He groans again at the pinch against his chest, back arching slightly into it, and he absolutely loathes that it feels good amidst that spike of pain. Just what does Minos think he's doing honestly, changing Kleken's tastes like this? He deserves this sharp nip to his lip in retaliation for it. ]

[ Hey, it’s perfectly acceptable when he’s referring to just Kleken’s!!! ]

Heh.

[ His hand is still on Kleken’s chest, that smarting nipple now engulfed by the warmth of the palm of his hand. He’ll take this as another victory, even though he’s loathe to pull away from Kleken, lips still hovering over the other’s, craving another kiss, or even something more…

He licks at his lips, tasting the wound Kleken had left behind. ]

So even the Shadowlord’s great henchman has his weaknesses.

[ Not that he’s one to talk, when said creepy and slimy tentacles are feeling up his naked limbs, reminding him of that flimsy robe they’d been dressed in and now…suffocating it feels now. ]

[ Kleken disagrees!! ]

I believe you mean-

[ And of course, Kleken won't let Minos have a win over him so easily. Not without some form of protest. ]

- You're in shock that we allow ourselves to indulge.

[ With more of his wits about him, he'll curl an arm around to thread through Minos' hair once more, tilting his head to make his pale neck all the more appealing to the thirst he can see in the other's eyes. ]

[ And hopefully that's enough of a distraction as those sleek and lovely tentacles start to drift into more intimate spaces, one moving to slide between their legs oh so helpfully in an attempt to give them friction. ]

You should try drowning further in me.

Tch.

[ And this is where his inexperience betrays him. The cold shock of one of Kleken’s tentacles sliding between his legs at that forces a gasp and a shudder out of him, Minos having underestimated just how much the sensations would catch him off-guard.

He could maintain his composure in any number of situations, but apparently Kleken’s…

He doesn’t want to think about how Kleken’s expanding his horizons like this, so he’ll just duck down and bite into that pale throat Kleken’s so generously offered him. ]

That's not a polite noise.

[ Ah, blessed familiar territory. Life is just so much better when Kleken has the upper hand. ]

[ The spike of pain on his neck is a sacrifice he's mostly-willing to make if it means getting Minos to be more complacent, and the bold touches of his tentacles only grow bolder when he senses that the man isn't shying away from their touch. They're quick to slide around the other man's waist, moving to get rid of that cumbersome robe and let Kleken smooth his hand against more and more bared skin before digging his nails in. Definitely not in retaliation for the pain of that bite. ]

[ Embrace the intimate touch of tentacles, Minos, because there are a lot more where those came from. Once the robe is gone, they'll be coming back to rub between their legs once more, pressing weight against the back of Minos' thighs as well to force his lower body closer. ]

Hardly.

[ You’re hardly a gentleman, he badly wants to say, but any words he says now will only be tinged with the embarrassing heat of his burgeoning desire, and that’s not a weakness he wants Kleken to indulge in so easily.

He even manages to bite back a moan when he feels Kleken’s fingers digging into skin, his robe peeled back to reveal many old scars scattered across his body from a lifetime of assassinations. And his fingers find Kleken’s throat when that robe slips away at last, leaving him fully naked, a tough and scarred beast unable to hide behind the veneer of a gentleman any longer. ]

You…

[ You might have more appendages than him, Kleken, but he’s deadly efficient with the ones he does have…

Especially those pointy fingernails, digging harder into the delicate flesh of Kleken’s throat as those tentacles force them flush together. ]

[ At this rate, Kleken's going to have his own collection of scars to rival the other's- ]

[ He could do without Minos' intense concentration on his neck, however. Whether biting it or squeezing it, the man seems to have a penchant for the most annoying of painful interactions with this particularly sensitive body part and it's rather difficult to restrain his own survival instincts from trying to fling Minos off. It took him forever to get the man in this position and he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of escaping from it by Kleken's own doings. ]

Hmm?

[ That hum of his in response might be half-choked, but he's not going to let it stop him from using a tentacle to pointedly nudge Minos into another kiss, one that he bites the other man's lip with while tentacles trace curiously over those scars in distraction. ]

[ Though perhaps no bigger of a distraction than the hand he manages to snake down between them and finally get his hand around Minos' cock. ]

[ Two can hold sensitive body parts in this bed- ]

[ Smart of Kleken to keep from trying to tear Minos off of him—those claws can sink deep, though they’re hardly as penetrating as that look Minos is giving him as they kiss, because Minos is still fighting against all the wonderful sensations those gross slimy tentacles are giving him.

It’s so terribly difficult not to shudder and moan through their kiss as his scars are fondled, because now this is how he finds out he’s actually sensitive in those places too and he hates it, thanks. He’ll extract his dues from Kleken one way or another…

He tears away from that kiss with a smirk, not at all afraid that Kleken has him by the cock.

It might just be the Minotaur inside of him, but his Demi-Human ancestry has at least thrown him some kind of a bone(r). ]

You might be good for a lie, but how about a ride?

[ Be careful how you answer; he’s still got his claws around you… ]

[ He honestly thought Minos wouldn't even be physically capable of making such innuendo. ]

[ No need to tell the other man how attractive the contrast was. ]

[ Also stop calling his tentacles gross- ]

I imagine there would only be one satisfactory way for you to find out. Anything else might sound like a lie, after all.

[ There's no hesitation in his response, just a most unsubtle squeeze of his hand around Minos, tentacles joining his fingers to curl around the man for support. Or to be annoying. Both, likely. ]

[ They need to stop being gross first— ]

That might just be the most truthful thing I’ve heard from you yet.

[ Here’s an increasingly smug smile to reward him for that quip, as Minos eases up his grip on that throat at last. He doesn’t even bother fighting the slippery grip of those annoying tentacles now, because the real prize remains unguarded—Kleken’s thighs, which Minos wastes no time in hoisting up, pointed fingers digging meaningfully into the sensitive inner thighs as he prizes those legs apart.

He knows he has to hurry, if only because he can feel his control slipping away, those damned tentacles teasing at his body driving him further and further into madness, his tail swishing restlessly behind him, but even those tentacles nothing compared to the hand locked around his generous bull’s girth, hot and aching for something other than Kleken’s slimy paws.

That look he’s giving Kleken now could devour him whole. ]

Now here’s another mystery I’d like to get to the bottom of: how well can those things really satisfy you?

[ Maybe Minos needs to stop being gross- ]

I had thought I'd been quite honest this whole time.

[ Being manhandled in such a way has all of Kleken's hackles up, but for once in his life he doesn't immediately send the person manhandling flying with an aggressive smack of his tentacles. Minos does, however, get the treat of a tight squeeze around him from Kleken's hand and a challenging look in spite of the very real danger he knows he's in. ]

Oh? Will you not take care of matters yourself? Or do you require a demonstration of matters to understand?

[ Someday they will not continue to dig the hole they've dug themselves into deeper. This is not that day. ]

[ Wow Kleken’s face is gross!! ]

A demonstration? What an excellent idea.

[ That’s all the warning Kleken will get as Minos prizes his thighs further apart to finally enter him—knowingly dry and hardly caring in the least. He wouldn’t even be surprised if Kleken turns out to be quite slimy upon entry, and he’s certainly not afraid of what those tentacles might do to him even when they’re both like this.

And they both sure are…like this. Minos would be surprised at himself for how easily he’d been goaded into coming this far, but all he can feel right now is a heat and tightness quite unlike anything he’s ever felt before—a new kind of thrill that goes beyond cleanly dispatching the Andersens’ enemies and clinching a savvy business deal.

The fact that it had to be Kleken of all people to introduce him to this is, of course, going to haunt him forever. ]

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Sorry for the delay, medical RL things came up but all's good now.

I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE BACK FROM THE WAR...

IT IS A BRUTAL ONE

BUT YOU WON!!!

AT WHAT COST-

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