↺ for the gag and the bind and the ammunition round

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[there used to be a room filled with mirrors of all shapes and sizes, angled in all directions -- a hall of mirrors, if you will. too bad every one of them's been smashed to pieces. none of the shards reflect the vampire sitting cross-legged in the middle of it all.]

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[lastoption.livejournal.com]

I haven't gone on a real hunt in such a long time...

[he's eyeing that bite with a detached sort of interest.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

And I haven't gotten laid in the past 24 hours. We all have our sob stories.

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[note the hands suddenly ghosting over your sides in a most unpleasant way.]

This is your last chance, little double. Run.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[unconsciously shivers, his eyes pinning the vampire with a glare. sure, the logical part of him is screaming for him to get the fuck out of there. but the stubborn side is winning]

I don't do orders, blood-breath.

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[those fingers are suddenly gripping much, much harder, nails sinking into the soft skin of the other's belly.]

I wonder if Roxas will be mad enough to top me...

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[swallows hard, his spine arching just a little]

Hn, I'd be surprised if he'd ever touch you again.

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[one hand slides under Axel's shirt and up his chest. a finger digs in just below his ribcage and then suddenly tears downwards, leaving a long, bleeding gash.]

You don't know him very well, then.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[his bravo cracks as he cries out in pain, eyes flaring wide]

F-fuck...!

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[and he shoves a finger in there, deepening the wound.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[his hands shoot out, clamping down on Axel's shoulders. he whimpers low in his throat, eyes rolling back as his nerves sear with the pain]

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

I think I can feel your insides~

[adds another finger and wriggles the two of them around.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[tightening his grip on shoulders as narrow as his own, he damn near screams]

J-jesus christ--!