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[ It's a show, personal and put on just for him — Silco barely realizes he's doing it. He's twitching underneath him, some part of him wants to thrust up and into his mouth, he fights to do it, but Vergilius is so much stronger than him, can hold him down and have his way with him all he wants. His head pressed as flat as he can, back arching even though he can do little more than just arch it —
He feels like he's in a tailspin, dizzying and out of control, he can't speed him up, he can't force him to take him all in unless it is his whim and will. Scarred hands on his skin, he could so easily just rip Silco off of the bed and he wouldn't be able to do more than protest ineffectively. But it makes him press his head to the sheets, and spread himself wider, let him hear and see what he's doing to him.
Dividends, indeed. Isn't he reaping the rewards? His one eye open, he stares down at him, the way he drags his mouth back up him — his mouth open and gasping out a soft — ] You Bastard —
[ It's an admonishment, it's also fond in its own way. As if he'd expected nothing less. ]
He feels like he's in a tailspin, dizzying and out of control, he can't speed him up, he can't force him to take him all in unless it is his whim and will. Scarred hands on his skin, he could so easily just rip Silco off of the bed and he wouldn't be able to do more than protest ineffectively. But it makes him press his head to the sheets, and spread himself wider, let him hear and see what he's doing to him.
Dividends, indeed. Isn't he reaping the rewards? His one eye open, he stares down at him, the way he drags his mouth back up him — his mouth open and gasping out a soft — ] You Bastard —
[ It's an admonishment, it's also fond in its own way. As if he'd expected nothing less. ]
[It's late. Or perhaps early, depending on how you look at it.
Either way, Dante is the only one currently in the library right now and probably one of very, very few people still awake in the whole of the base. There's quite a bit to go over now that they've offered their services to anyone who needs them, and it makes it all the more important to ensure they've crossed their "t"s and dotted their "i"s.
At least they can be sure they won't be interrupted while they work.]
Either way, Dante is the only one currently in the library right now and probably one of very, very few people still awake in the whole of the base. There's quite a bit to go over now that they've offered their services to anyone who needs them, and it makes it all the more important to ensure they've crossed their "t"s and dotted their "i"s.
At least they can be sure they won't be interrupted while they work.]
[A hoarse voice comes from over Dante's shoulder, like that of an old ghost.]
Manager Dante. What are you doing...?
[Here is their guide, gazing at them with glimmering red eyes.]
Manager Dante. What are you doing...?
[Here is their guide, gazing at them with glimmering red eyes.]
[A shiver runs up their spine, and though they aren't doing anything wrong (are they?), they can't help but feel as if they've been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.]
< Oh, uh, just getting a little extra work done while it's quiet. It's not like anyone's using the library at...>
[A pause]
< ...What time is it? >
< Oh, uh, just getting a little extra work done while it's quiet. It's not like anyone's using the library at...>
[A pause]
< ...What time is it? >
...
[He sighs, as hoarse as ever.]
It's two in the morning. You lost the time. Go to sleep.
[He sighs, as hoarse as ever.]
It's two in the morning. You lost the time. Go to sleep.
< Ah... >
[Is it really? It would explain why no one had come around in awhile.]
< In that case, let me just finish up this one thing. >
[Is it really? It would explain why no one had come around in awhile.]
< In that case, let me just finish up this one thing. >
[The light in his eyes is growing brighter.]
Dante. Did you hear me...?
Dante. Did you hear me...?
[Uh-oh. BUT!!!]
< Just one! I'm almost done, I swear! >
[Even if they're not sure how long it's going to take]
< And anyway, shouldn't you be asleep too? >
< Just one! I'm almost done, I swear! >
[Even if they're not sure how long it's going to take]
< And anyway, shouldn't you be asleep too? >
No.
[No means no, and that is calling for Vergilius to raise his hand to literally scruff them by the collar.]
Doesn't matter about me. I'm not going to be responsible for taking a spatula to your collapsed body tomorrow. You're going to sleep.
[No means no, and that is calling for Vergilius to raise his hand to literally scruff them by the collar.]
Doesn't matter about me. I'm not going to be responsible for taking a spatula to your collapsed body tomorrow. You're going to sleep.
[There's a chime as they're grabbed, followed by a moment of rapid ticking as they try and come up with an excuse.]
< But...! >
[...is all they can muster. And it doesn't help that now that they've been taken away from their work, the lateness of the hour is finally beginning to sink in.]
< But...! >
[...is all they can muster. And it doesn't help that now that they've been taken away from their work, the lateness of the hour is finally beginning to sink in.]
No buts, Dante.
[He won't drag them - he's not THAT cruel - but he will deposit them on their feet a ways away from the desk. They weigh like a bunch of grapes to a Color Fixer.]
You have an issue with overworking, and you need to fix it.
[He won't drag them - he's not THAT cruel - but he will deposit them on their feet a ways away from the desk. They weigh like a bunch of grapes to a Color Fixer.]
You have an issue with overworking, and you need to fix it.
["I'm not overworking," they want to argue. But they can barely get out the first word before they realize they're not going to get anywhere with that statement. Not at this hour, or in this situation.
They adjust the collar of their shirt.]
< It still needs to get done, though. And since I'm not going to be able to go out there and fight anything directly, I should be doing what I can here. >
They adjust the collar of their shirt.]
< It still needs to get done, though. And since I'm not going to be able to go out there and fight anything directly, I should be doing what I can here. >
[The insult carries to his ears, and warms them. He can tell the fondness in it, and it only makes him press on with more gusto. He smiles a rare little smile, before giving a lick over the man's throbbing head.]
You love it.
[He murmurs, before his fingers grip in tighter as if to leave indents. An angling of his head, and he's letting the man's cock sink deep as if to hit the back of his throat, groaning all the way.]
[As if he means to swallow him whole, here and now. He very much well could, if he wanted. Something is reckless enough where he has half an idea just to bite.]
You love it.
[He murmurs, before his fingers grip in tighter as if to leave indents. An angling of his head, and he's letting the man's cock sink deep as if to hit the back of his throat, groaning all the way.]
[As if he means to swallow him whole, here and now. He very much well could, if he wanted. Something is reckless enough where he has half an idea just to bite.]
[ Was it the truth? Did he enjoy it that much? His fingers dig indents into his thighs, and his legs quiver from the effort of being held down, fighting up against it. He wants nothing more than to thrust deeper in his mouth — Can he go deeper? — does it matter? Logic fails him, and he wants what he can't have. Then again, when had he ever stopped with only what he wanted.
His hips fight against his hands, trying to do what he wants, though he's weak in comparison. It's like fighting against a heavy weight, something he can't fight against. ]
If you stop — [ He hissed, his voice like raw sandpaper, slurring out from this throat like it's coming ripped out involuntarily. ] — I'll put a knife in your back.
[ A little threat, for fun. Does he have a knife on him? Well, it is his bed. Does Vergilius dare figure out if he sleeps with one near? ]
His hips fight against his hands, trying to do what he wants, though he's weak in comparison. It's like fighting against a heavy weight, something he can't fight against. ]
If you stop — [ He hissed, his voice like raw sandpaper, slurring out from this throat like it's coming ripped out involuntarily. ] — I'll put a knife in your back.
[ A little threat, for fun. Does he have a knife on him? Well, it is his bed. Does Vergilius dare figure out if he sleeps with one near? ]
You can do what you had here tomorrow.
[He heave an aggravated sigh.]
You're making excuses.
[He heave an aggravated sigh.]
You're making excuses.
[Is it an excuse if it's true?
But they know when they're beat. Even if he didn't have a point, they're getting too tired to argue.]
< Fine... I'll head to bed. >
[They start gathering their notes up from the desk.]
< But seriously, if you're going to send me to bed, can't you at least tell me why you're still up? >
But they know when they're beat. Even if he didn't have a point, they're getting too tired to argue.]
< Fine... I'll head to bed. >
[They start gathering their notes up from the desk.]
< But seriously, if you're going to send me to bed, can't you at least tell me why you're still up? >
...
[Well, it is a fair question - though Vergilius almost seems mildly awkward in the way his gaze sort of glances over at the papers instead of Dante's clock.]
Can't sleep. That's all.
[Well, it is a fair question - though Vergilius almost seems mildly awkward in the way his gaze sort of glances over at the papers instead of Dante's clock.]
Can't sleep. That's all.
[That reaction... They stop and look him over a little closer.]
< That's all? >
[/press x to doubt]
< That's all? >
[/press x to doubt]
...What?
[Time to get GRUMPY.]
Why do you think I'm up then, since you're so smart, Dante?
[Time to get GRUMPY.]
Why do you think I'm up then, since you're so smart, Dante?
< ...Yeah, there's no way that question makes you look anything other than suspicious. >
[DRYLY]
You know, I liked it better when I didn't hear your sarcastic commentary and had to glean it from whatever little quivers you were doing with your hands.
You know, I liked it better when I didn't hear your sarcastic commentary and had to glean it from whatever little quivers you were doing with your hands.
[The threat makes him still, but not for the reason Silco thinks - Vergilius slips his mouth off, aiming a levelly unimpressed look at the man. He leans forward, just a bit-]
[Only to sink his teeth into the man's groin, like a warning bite. He sucks on the skin, a blossoming red coming from his action before he returns to his previous position.]
As if I was going to stop. [And now, a lick alongside the side of his shaft, nibbling around its head.] Like trying to rob a bank of your own money. How very stupid. Unless you want me to stop? Out of spite?
[And he sucks on it once more, his hands releasing for a moment before sliding up to hold the man's pelvis taut.]
[Only to sink his teeth into the man's groin, like a warning bite. He sucks on the skin, a blossoming red coming from his action before he returns to his previous position.]
As if I was going to stop. [And now, a lick alongside the side of his shaft, nibbling around its head.] Like trying to rob a bank of your own money. How very stupid. Unless you want me to stop? Out of spite?
[And he sucks on it once more, his hands releasing for a moment before sliding up to hold the man's pelvis taut.]
[SHRUG]
< You were the one who said you preferred it, not me. >
< You were the one who said you preferred it, not me. >
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