( catchall ) even now i still dream of you

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gonna put some shitpost here later ok the point is is that we're free to wild tf out

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continuation of that dressing thread

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[ being able to reduce someone who's practically a living god as an ordinary human is a great feat in and of itself that izumi couldn't believe it himself; has no one appreciated sandalphon's shapely legs like this? can izumi really have this all to himself?

at the same time though he doesn't really feel like sharing these. or him, for that matter. he can never claim someone else as his own, when his own heart already belongs to someone else. ]

I suppose I will. What a pain. ♪

[ giving his thigh one more kiss, he pulls away to admire his latest work on his submissive's body, wiping his lips on the back of his hand. it's all red and mottled, something that's easy enough for sandalphon to heal up anytime, and once it shows no changes he grins, cheshire-like. ]

You really like getting manhandled like this, don't you, Sandalphon? Just because you can just regenerate...

[ mm, time to pay attention to his other throbbing need then. izumi leans forward and runs his tongue over the other's clothed dick, nibbling on the length and sucking lightly on the tip with a playful hum.

this would've been fine and dandy (if one would find exhibition of all things the norm), but a knock on the door interrupt their thoughts just as izumi's about to pull down sandalphon's underwear.

"Sir, how are you finding our clothes so far?" fuck, it's a saleslady. izumi's never been caught like this before, and he's not sure if he should be excited for the right or the wrong thing right now. ]

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[And whose fault is it for manhandling him in the first place? If Izumi hadn't ever been rough with him...

...It would've been boring that way, though, and he can't even say Izumi's wrong, so he just opts for an exasperated glare...at least until he hears the saleswoman's voice. His gaze flickers between the door and his Dominant, his voice caught in his throat. Why isn't Izumi saying anything? She's probably talking to him since he's the Dominant, right? But maybe, since she's a Submissive herself, she's trying to work the relatability angle...?

In any case, if neither of them say anything, that's the worst case scenario, so Sandalphon somehow manages to find his voice.]

I...they're fine. I'm not...done with everything yet, but...

[Despite his best efforts to hold it together, the pitchiness of his voice and the pauses he has to take to breathe are definitely noticeable. Izumi's not even doing very much right now, but every time he feels that ache in his thighs, it's such a wonderful mixture of pain and pleasure that he can't help but be overwhelmed.

He'll probably be able to pull this off, though. As long as Izumi doesn't do anything to make it more difficult for him.]

you Will give me that fluffy content

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[When Sandalphon awakes, it's in a tangle of limbs; his legs and Izumi's haphazardly thrown together, an arm around his waist, one of Izumi's over his shoulder. The low, sweet ache in his hips and the lingering pain from the bruises and bite marks Izumi peppered his collarbone with makes him smile reflexively. As always, he considers healing them up.

As always, he lets them stay where they are.

He glances over at Izumi and reaches over to brush his hair out of his face. It's a mess after last night, and Sandalphon is sure that his own unruly hair is in a similar state.

He shimmies over a little closer to him, seeking the warmth of his body.]

Izumi...are you awake...?

[He murmurs, just barely audible; if he's sleeping, he doesn't want to wake him up.]

oh my god i forgot how soft his smiling icons are... cute

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[ izumi's completely passed out from last night, though no one would really blame him but himself for going all out as usual - sandalphon was eager in a different way, had even taken charge at one point, but he'd exercised enough restraint not to temporarily disable izumi from walking like last time.

still, the bruises accompanied with a delicious ache in his hips are still there, and unlike sandalphon it'd take izumi a few days for his porcelain skin to go back to the way it was. not like he'd ever complain, since it'll always bring him back to the night before, and there's always makeup for the meantime.

so yes, izumi's that exhausted, too wrapped up in dreamland to hear sandalphon's whispering or the fact that the bed's covered in multicolored feathers from too much activity yesterday. he's usually a morning person but he badly needs more beauty sleep... yet he inches closer to sandalphon subconsciously, also seeking for the other's warmth with a soft exhale and a smile. let him sleep in just this once, please... ♪ ]

we're really just gonna do this on easter sunday, huh

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[ izumi's been thinking about last time lately, when their emotions had run amok in that dressing room and how they'd managed to get out of that boutique in one piece (probably because they're in duplicity so their standards when it comes to fucking in public places are pretty much nonexistent so long as they don't get anything on the merchandise), but it's actually been on his mind even before that.

and frankly, he's a little miffed about that. because the issue at hand is the fact that izumi's been doing most if not all the work around here sex-wise while sandalphon gets to enjoy his service... and that's it! isn't he supposed to be the Dominant here? aren't Submissives supposed to serve their dom in the first place? this really is annoying! how could he use his own Dom for his own pleasure like this!!

and of course, izumi's going to fix that. so whenever sandalphon gets ready for bed (their bed, since they've been sharing the sheets these days), izumi's going to strut right in, wearing nothing but his sweatpants for bed as always, and straddles sandalphon's lap as if it's normal for him to do this during their down times. it really is not, because his face is already going red as he makes his demands to - ]

Top me.

[ ...yeah, he could've said it better but. time is of the essence here. ]

jesus said sanbaka rights

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[Sandalphon's arms automatically move to hold Izumi by the waist as he settles on top of him, something he registers but dimly decides he'll unpack later, if at all.]

...Excuse me?

[He just needs to make sure he heard that correctly—no, judging from the raging blush on Izumi's face, he definitely did.]

Are you serious?

[Now? He's tired! But it's true he doesn't have to work in the morning...

No, that's not the point here. The point is this is way too sudden for him; he's been getting better about spontaneity, but still largely balks when given the opportunity.]

CONFESSION...!

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[In the days following Sandalphon's slip of the tongue during a certain tryst with Izumi, he'd been sure there would be some sort of fallout from it. But he certainly wasn't about to be the first to address it, and...

...Well, it seems like Izumi had the same feelings about that, too, because it's been a few days and neither of them have brought it up since then. Not while Sandalphon was taking care of a very sore Izumi the day after, and not in the time between then and now.

But they can't keep pretending nothing has changed, can they? At the very least, Sandalphon can't.

So the first thing he does when he gets home is make a pot of coffee big enough for two and find Izumi.]

...Izumi, I...think there's something that we need to talk about. Do you have time?

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[ well, at the very least they're still amicable to one another unlike last time, and izumi was just lounging in the living room instead of locking himself up in his bedroom and outright avoiding his submissive for weeks on end.

but the scent of coffee is taking him back to those days, and he mentally curses himself for not taking the initiative as the dominant yet again. ]

...Sure. What's wrong?

[ with the both of them in particular, for dancing around this issue. he sits up on the couch, moving aside so that sandalphon can sit beside him.]

[obsessiveness]

[ on one hand, izumi should feel like the luckiest primal alive; he was, after all, being chased by the supreme primarch himself out of everyone else. maybe it's his rather innate connection to echidna, a fellow snake-like primal, upon coming to in bestia island that led him to start taking care of the beasts along with her, or maybe it has something to do with his amnesia that made him unable to remember the past few hundred years since the astral war.

or maybe he's just hot. izumi wouldn't blame sandalphon at if that were the case.

but dealing with sandalphon was annoying at first, largely due to the fact that they're both belligerent, stubborn assholes. sandalphon keeps coming back to check on him, imploring him to remember what they used to have, and all izumi could offer is a weird stare in return. what past? the archangel was in that very same war, wasn't he? why is he making the attempt to reconnect now?

especially like this. ]

...I can't believe I'm doing this. Be honored that I'm even considering this in the first place.

[ that deadpan comment is made at himself more than anything, as if he's tired of his own bullshit. izumi's on his knees, with he and sandalphon tucked away in the forest after making sure they're all alone. sandalphon had wanted to try something in order to bring his memories back, and while izumi was just joking about getting him off if it stresses the supreme primarch, that much... well, here they are. ]

It's my idea anyway, so I guess I'll have to suffer the consequences.

[ not that suggesting that he'll suck sandalphon off is a bad thing or whatever. not at all. maybe he's being contrary to get what he wants in this, though it can be hard to tell to anyone who's not familiar with izumi's tsundere-isms. the slight flush in his cheeks even completes the look. ]

Just... show me already.

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[Honestly, there's a part of Sandalphon that can't believe he's doing this either. He's been very, very careful not to mention certain specific details about his relationship with Izumi, namely the fact that they were intimate with one another. It's one thing to be told you have a significant other after you've lost your memories; it's another thing entirely to be told that you and said significant other were sexually active. With that in mind, Sandalphon's decided it isn't fair to Izumi to tell him about that.

...But maybe that was naive of him. Naturally, anyone would come to that assumption after a while, right? And although Sandalphon's been holding himself back from touching him or talking about their time spent together in bed, he hasn't held back in voicing how beautiful he thinks Izumi is. Looking back on it, it must have been obvious from the start. That's the only reason Izumi would think to say something like that, even in jest, right?

Frankly, the one he's disappointed in is himself; he could have just as easily laughed this off, but as soon as Izumi made the suggestion, he'd felt his urges getting the best of him, felt his composure caving. He's already half-hard, something made quickly apparent as Sandalphon slowly lifts the cloth around his waist with one hand, the other tracing the edge of his own leggings. It's pathetic and he knows it, but seeing Izumi like this, on his knees, cheeks pink, only reminds him of the times they've done this before.

He misses him so much. Even so, he's hesitating.]

...You don't...have to do this, you know. I'm...I'm sure there are other ways...

[Frankly, it's a miracle that Izumi is still putting up with his attempts to jog his memory. Every time one of them fails, Sandalphon's afraid that it will be the last time, that Izumi's patience will run out and he'll lose another man he loves—this time, not to death, but simply because his feelings changed.

This is asking a lot more than any of the other things they've tried, and he's terrified that maybe it really will be too much this time.]

...Of course, I want this—I do, but don't force yourself...

[Ugh. He hasn't sounded so weak-willed since his days in the garden, but he's genuinely not sure which response he should go with.]

SHIBARI 2.0 CONSENSUAL EDITION

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[There are a lot of things Sandalphon regrets. Fewer now than when he was fresh out of Pandemonium, certainly.

But there are some new ones that have piled up on him since finding himself in Duplicity, and none of these newer regrets hurts as much and buries itself as deeply as the incident from Fort Harmony. He still sees Izumi's heartbroken expression in his dreams, sometimes, when they take a turn for the worse; he can still hear that beautiful voice reducing itself to broken sobs if he thinks too much about it.

They had both been under the influence of that drug everyone had been given, but that doesn't make the pain from that day any less real; Izumi's devastation and Sandalphon's mangled pride are still affecting them to this day.

Which is why he's come up with a plan to fix it.]

Izumi.

[Sandalphon's gotten better at both propositioning and being propositioned by his Dominant, but his face still flushes in a telltale manner every time. This one is no different.]

...Will you...hear me out? I'd like to try something a little out of our usual routine tonight in bed.

[This is the first time he's ever asked about a specific kink, though.]

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[ oh, this is different. izumi blinks, surprised, and turns to face his submissive. sandalphon finding his own voice when it comes to new kinks and blushing in the process is really cute though, and izumi would like to keep that look to himself for the rest of his days.

but anyway - ]

That depends if I can pull it off. I have my limits, in case you've somehow forgotten already.

[ because... you know, he's not human. just getting it out there, in case sandalphon wanted to do some extreme stuff that only primals can pull off. he's smiling cheekily, urging him to go on. ]

Well? What is it?

catboy...............

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[ see, there are pros and cons to being adopted into a household as a stray cat in these parts. on one hand, depending on the owner, the cat would be provided with free food and board, along with providing decent company. and izumi is all about being spoiled rotten, and with his ethereal good looks and a plethora of hidden talents that he'd tucked away for emergencies, he's bound to find himself an owner who'd give him everything he wants without raising a finger.

on the other hand, there's the issue of owners not fitting the cat's expectations at all.

don't get him wrong, though; sandalphon isn't too bad of a master, and there are definitely worse people out there who'd easily maltreat someone as delicate as izumi. sure, izumi would rather live in a mansion rather than a homely apartment that always smelled faintly of coffee, but in the end the brunette took him in anyway despite izumi being a total bitch that he is. the guy didn't really have much experience in taking care of cats either, but he's trying real hard, and... something tells izumi that sandalphon's just as lonely as he is.

but like! izumi's feeling super-duper lonely right now too! sandalphon should be home from his night shift at the cafe at any time now, but he has yet to come through that door! the worst part is that his food had run out, and he's practically dying from having nothing to eat, so maybe sandalphon was out doing a bit of groceries? hopefully.

...he'll clean up the mess he'd made in the kitchen once he's been fed. totally. for now he's sitting at the couch, watching the door, waiting. ]

CATBOY!!!!!

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[Sometimes you get a group of 12 teenagers coming in ten minutes before closing time and it throws off your whole schedule by half an hour. Such is Sandalphon's situation, though he's made even later by the fact that he feels like he needs to stop at a store on the way home to buy something to appease his cat. Cheap cuts of fish are probably no good, but the really expensive stuff is way out of his range...he still hasn't figured out which ones are Izumi's favorites, but for now he just grabs a small package of shrimp—tonight, though he doesn't know it yet, he lucked out when it comes to an apology gift.

But as it is, he's still close to an hour late getting home, all the energy he had this morning completely gone after a rough day at work. He's got a pretty severe case of resting bitch face, but it's made all the more prominent by his bad mood and how tired he is. Still, he does his best to soften his expression for Izumi, who he's always tried to be gentle with.]

...Hey, Izumi. Are you awake?

[His voice is steady as he calls into the next room over as he slips his shoes off, but a bit on the quiet side, just in case his cat's asleep. He certainly hopes not, since the last thing Sandalphon wants is to give Izumi another reason to criticize him—there are already so many, after all, even if Izumi doesn't always voice his criticisms—but failing to feed him would mean every complaint would be completely warranted.]

catboy in cafe...!

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[ well, the next day is purely uneventful, save for sandalphon finding the remains of last night's mess in the kitchen that izumi had tried so hard to hide. which he cleaned up anyway, but that's besides the point. the Point is that sandalphon's already gone out to work without even waking izumi up to tell him that he's off... though he'd definitely left a kiss on the forehead instead?

ugh. izumi definitely has it bad. he isn't sure when and how he'd started thinking about his master in that way, and the problem is that he isn't sure if it's even acceptable for humans to feel the same way towards their pets. it'd make sense for the cat to fall for their owner down the line, depending on how well they're being taken care of, but for the other way around? not a chance. especially when that fucker lucio's orbitting around sandalphon at his cafe -

wait. that's it. there's an idea. after riffling around sandalphon's closet for some digs, making sure to get a nice hat on, he's off into the streets with his tail and ears hidden from plain sight. thankfully he's been at sandalphon's workplace before, but it's izuumi's first time going there on his own, and he isn't even sure if he's working on his shift right now... but izumi releases a sigh at the sight of sandalphon diligently working at the counter, and he braces himself before walking in.

crap, what does he order first though. he'll probably let sandalphon decide for him, so once he's face to face with his owner at the counter, he tilts the rim of his snapback down rather shyly and asks in an equally shy voice: ]

What's... your bestseller?

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[Sandalphon's plenty of things, but he isn't stupid. It takes him a few moments without the ears or the tail to give it away, but he's seen that ridiculously handsome face enough to realize who it is.

He's never heard his voice quite so shy, though. It's a nice change of pace, and he has to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from smiling. Halluel and Malluel are hard-working, but they gossip, and they know him well enough by now that they'd immediately realize something was up if he gave Izumi the fond smile he wants to give.]

Our bestseller is...

[He hesitates, glancing over at his coworkers. He doesn't have the heart to tell him the truth, because most of their bestsellers are laden with sugar to the point that they barely resemble coffee, and the last thing he wants is to recommend something to Izumi that he might not even like.]

...The flat white. If you've ever had a latte, it's not dissimilar...though a bit stronger.

[He makes lattes for Izumi at home sometimes, so he's giving him a point of reference.

Halluel and Malluel are still busy, so Sandalphon leans in slightly, lowering his voice a bit.]

If I may, sir, I'd like to compliment your outfit.

[Even the snapback looks cuter than it has any right to on someone as refined as Izumi.]

the supreme primaid

[unnecessities]

[In an effort to drum up more customers, the cafe that Sandalphon works at has been cycling monthly themes. For ones with holidays in them, the theme is obvious; for months with no real celebrations, it's been largely up to the votes of the customers that has swayed what the theme of the cafe has been. One month it was the color yellow, another month it was ice, and every time, the uniform Sandalphon wears has been changed accordingly. This time, however, the option with the most support is maids. Needless to say, he's less than enthusiastic about this. But his job is in jeopardy if he doesn't cooperate, and the first order of business is to make sure it fits. Creating uniforms every month means that of course they've gotten good at sizing their employees, but the maid outfit isn't built quite like any of the other uniforms he's had to wear. There's a skirt, for starters, and his particular uniform is backless. How is he supposed to know what a good fit feels like, though? He's never worn a dress before. Though he does know someone who would know...and so, reluctantly, he finds himself clutching his uniform in a paper bag, asking Izumi for a favor.] ...You're a model, so...you would know if something fit me if I wore it, right? You'd be able to tell if something wasn't in the right place? [He's being very intentionally vague because he doesn't even want to talk about it, but in his haste he's left a small bit of lace and frills visible from Izumi's standpoint.]

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Of course I would. I'm not about to let you parade out of here looking like a reject. That'd be humiliating for the both of us.

[ sandalphon should've expected by now that izumi can be real nitpicky for his own good, but maybe this is a good thing. izumi's dropped by the shop a couple of times already whenever he has time for respite so he's aware of the monthly themes at sandalphon's workplace, but the frills and lace did not escape his eyes one bit. ]

So what're they going to make you wear this time? I thought only hosts and waiters are the only ones who usually cosplays at your job. Unless they gave you a kick up the stairs already?

[ he's grinning, because of course he is. he's proud of his bf doing a wonderful job at work despite bemoaning how much he hates everyone there, and very curious of what's in that paper bag he's holding. let him see! ]

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[There's a lot Sandalphon doesn't know about how primal beasts are made; though he is one himself, he spent too much time being sheltered and then imprisoned to know a lot about the specifics.

So when he stumbles and takes a blow in the approximate location of his core, he doesn't think a lot about it. It hurts for a while after, which is weird, but eventually, the problem solves itself and the pain fades.

Slight problem, though: the past 100 years or so fade with it, and Sandalphon suddenly finds himself in a house utterly unfamiliar to him, out of Pandemonium with no answers and too many questions. He freezes, sure this must be another Astral experiment of some kind—but nothing is happening.

Carefully, Sandalphon begins to stalk through the house, treating it as enemy territory. As far as he's concerned, it is...even if there's a part of him that can't help but feel...strangely at peace, here.

All that skids to a halt when he finds himself in a room with another person—a mortal, from the looks of it—though when he gets a good look at his face, Sandalphon freezes, bristling, and strides forward to pin him to the wall, leaning in to get a better look, glaring daggers at him.]

You...

[The look he gives Izumi is the same disdainful one you would give to a stranger.]

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[ izumi at first didn't have anything to worry about; after sandalphon told him that he's going to go out to investigate some anomaly that only he can take care of, izumi had given him his regard (along with a kiss to keep safe) and waited for him patiently to come back safe and sound. but instead izumi finds himself pinned against the wall forcefully, straining against sandalphon's vice grip. ] Wh-What the... Get off me! What's gotten into you, idiot?! [ he stares into sandalphon's eyes, but all he's looking at are the eyes of a stranger; izumi couldn't see the compassion and bridled kindness that he knows sandalphon has deep inside, only getting red-hot anger instead. izumi's naturally scared, but... he knows that sandalphon will never hurt him, so he stands his ground and glares back, piercing blue eyes meeting red. ]

what the fuck is a dolphin

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[Sandalphon's from a place where there's very few oceans, and what there is has largely remained unexplored due to technological limitations. So when he heard about aquariums from Izumi, he knew he had to see one. This is a rare opportunity to see what else might live in the waters of Auguste...and perhaps in other undiscovered seas across the sky, as well.

...Well, there's that, but he's more excited about spending the whole day with Izumi. He's even gone to the extra effort of dressing in nice clothes, foregoing his usual comfy but decidedly less-than-fashionable hoodies. He lets Izumi handle purchasing the tickets and everything, but as soon as they're inside...]

...Do they have sharks here?

[He has to know.]

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Didn't know you were interested in them. Is that why you wanted to go? [ it's really cute, ngl. izumi will lead him down the hall full of smaller fish, eyes gleaming at the display. it has been a while since he'd come here himself; usually the marine life circle congregates here every month or so, but with izumi's hectic schedule between here and italy, it's a miracle that he's found the time to take sandalphon out on a date. ] Yeah, there should be some in display here. But don't expect any great white sharks or anything - they only keep smaller sharks in captivity. [ since bigger sharks like that are hard to take care of and all. the enormous shark hall isn't far from here, and izumi takes sandalphon's hand as they watch a whale shark slowly swim past. ] Beautiful, isn't it?

catboy v2!!

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[ izumi may not show it, but he's a little homesick. as if he'd ever admit that to anyone. after all, he's used to working out of town for days on end for photoshoots and fashion shows. being a model isn't all that's cracked up to be, but as someone who's been in the industry as a child, izumi's adjusted to this kind of work over time. he doesn't let his grumpy feelings show through either, for the sake of his job, so all in all it's been real taxing for him. though... there is a reason why he's so anxious to get home. ] Sanchan...? [ izumi unlocks the front door of his lavish apartment for the first time in a few days, wasting no time in slipping out of his shoes and taking off his coat. the stray he'd picked up a few months ago should be able to take care of himself while his owner's away, but izumi's worried for him nonetheless. hopefully the poor thing hadn't run out on him yet; izumi still wants to be given a chance to prove himself. ] Sanchan, you there? I brought you some new coffee beans... [ this ought to bring him out from his hiding place. sandalphon loves coffee to an worrying degree, tbh. ]

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[He'd told Izumi he could manage being home alone for a few days. He had sincerely thought he could. After all, he'd lived a solitary life until somewhat recently. But as the hours dragged on, the silence in the house quickly became oppressive. There was no one to feed him, no one to touch him, no one to even speak to—and before Sandalphon knew it, he was a wreck, a miserable ball of depression and nerves capable of doing nothing but staring at the door and waiting...when he wasn't sleeping, anyway. For the past few nights, he's been sleeping in Izumi's bed, desperate for even the scent of the person he's come to rely on; if he's quick, Izumi will be able to see it's his bedroom that Sandalphon emerges from. And when he does emerge, it's quick as lightning, practically pouncing on him, ears pressed flat against his head and his entire body quivering as he nuzzles against his owner with his whole body, clinging to him as though he'll vanish. The coffee can wait. In fact, it's unclear whether Sandalphon even recognized Izumi said anything about it at all; it was simply the sound of his voice and nothing else that motivated him.] You...came back... [The relief in his voice is palpable. It seems like he might even cry.]

cannibalism.............

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[It's unusual for Sandalphon to have dreams, lately. He's had less of them since he stopped having those horrible nightmares, and he can count the number of good ones he's had on one hand.

This one is starting out pretty nice so far, though—he's with Izumi, which is always a treat; nuzzling against him, teasing the thin skin of his throat and along his collarbone with his teeth, leaving small red marks in his wake. He trails kisses down his chest and then back up, laving his tongue along the dip in his neck, feeling the warm, gentle rhythm of his pulse. Sometimes he tastes like evenly-blended makeup, or the gentle soaps he uses to clean it off; this time, though, his throat and his neck just taste lightly of Izumi's own sweat, and it's wonderful.

Ah...it would be lovely to just take a bite out of him.]

...

[He's aware of the smell before the thick, metallic taste of blood registers in his head. Without quite realizing it, he's sunk his teeth deeply into Izumi's shoulder, but rather than pull away in alarm...he just quietly watches Izumi's face out of the corner of his eye as he laps at the blood leaking from the bite. It's always been so terrifying when he was too rough in the past, but it's so sweet on his tongue...he can't help but crave more of it already, and without properly waiting for a response from Izumi he's already begun to nibble at his shoulder again, seeking another soft spot to bite down on.]

[obsessiveness]

[ whether this is actually happening in another plane of reality or just another normal dream one could have at night, it's hard to tell. but it starts pleasantly, with sandalphon on izumi's lap this time, kissing his neck and leaving little hickeys here and there - the usual fare, even in real life. still, izumi feels real enough whenever he squirms in sandalphon's loving touch, whimpering softly at the playful bites --

until sandalphon became too playful, that is.

he winces when sandalphon bit a little too hard, and he grips him tightly, fingers curling at his back. he's always wanted it rough with sandalphon, even at the cost of his own life at times, but the painful sensation felt... really good this time. surely sandalphon was just feeling a little possessive, right? well, two can play that game. ]

Here...

[ he pulls down the collar off his shoulder, exposing the well-kept porcelain skin underneath, and gently grasps the back of sandalphon's head with his one hand and nudges him forward. his voice is dangerously low when he speaks into his ear, yet sweet like syrup. ]

Don't hold back any longer. You know you want to, hm?

[ leave a much bigger impression on his skin, that is. ]

quick and dirty blowjob let's fucking goooooo

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[ izumi was planning on surprising sandalphon one of these days, but it just so happened that sandalphon would be holding a meeting with his fellow coworkers today. with no other place to hide in his little office, he hides under the desk, and when sandalphon sits down and sees him grinning wickedly, izumi can only put a finger between his lips.

shh.

there was a sound of the door opening, the pitter-patter of footsteps as people file into sandalphon's office, and izumi can also hear his own heartbeat in his ears. making sure to be as quiet as a mouse, he pries sandalphon's legs apart and begin unzipping his pants, softly massaging his clothed dick. it may not be too hard now, but with all the people watching, it won't be long. ]

[unnecessities]

[By the time Sandalphon notices Izumi underneath the desk, it's too late to shoo him out; the door is already swinging open. His attempt to keep his legs firmly locked similarly ends in failure—Izumi knows his body intimately by now, and that means he knows how to get it to react the way he wants it to. In this case, it means leaving Sandalphon desperate for more of his fleeting touches, and it works like a charm.]

...First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for arriving on such short notice. I know last minute changes are difficult, but I'm sure we'll manage somehow. We always have before.

[Right now, it's fairly easy to pretend nothing is out of the ordinary. Surely even Izumi would at least understand he has to be patient at a time like this, right?

Right?

...Right???????]

midnight butler but sexy

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[ having sandalphon as a master is... not too complicated, if someone were to ask izumi. then again, izumi is frighteningly good at his job to the point that sandalphon had fired all the others because izumi is good enough for his needs - whatever they are. but the thing is that sandalphon is not the type to vocalize what he really wants, which makes izumi resort to guess this and that, and fortunately he's on the money for the most part.

but he feels as though his master wants something more from him - something that not even izumi can guess. but all he can do for now is do his job splendidly so that one day, sandalphon can finally tell him what he really wants.

it's one of those nights where sandalphon's staying up late for some reason, and izumi need not ask what he's doing. it's none of his business, after all. but he will knock on the door with chammomile tea and biscuits on hand, just in case. ]

Master? Are you still awake?

[unnecessities]

[Sandalphon's always been notoriously difficult to please, so finding someone like Izumi had been a stroke of unprecedented luck. So many of his staff had heard but not listened, observed but not seen, failed to understand him—but not Izumi. Every time he wanted something from Izumi, it was done, whether he asked it or not. Sometimes, it would be done before even he himself realized he wanted it.

It was only natural that he'd get rid of everyone else.

Even now, Izumi surely must have noticed his light still on from beneath the door; the question is just a formality. Lesser butlers would have excused themselves to bed, or interrupted twice—once to ask if he needs anything, and once to bring him what he wants—but he's sure before even seeing him that Izumi has brought something with him already.

He's always thoughtful like that. It's what makes Sandalphon yearn for more and more from him.]

...I am. You may enter.

[It will be good to see his face, too, after staying up so late working on a pet project of his.]

anyway ive been playing granblue versus

[unnecessities]

[Causality—the laws of cause and effect. It's one of the principles on which the universe was founded. An action causes a consequence. Sandalphon broke out of Pandemonium, and the consequence was everything that happened after.

...Of course, this means nothing if causality itself has been warped. For instance, if Sandalphon were to find himself outside of Pandemonium, despite never breaking out. Or perhaps, having emerged in his bitter state with no action to create that consequence...to have been ruined by the Supreme Primarch, in a world where primarchs never existed to begin with.

Whatever the case, he's not himself. The chaos gnawing at the edges of reality even sees fit to drop him into a world he doesn't know. He's confused, frightened—angry, bitter, hurt. He doesn't know anything, doesn't recognize anything. Exia carefully lurk in the shadows, a present from a foe Sandalphon doesn't even know exists, though they're too well-hidden for anyone else to see.

In his desperation to figure out what's going on, Sandalphon frantically sweeps through the area, uprooting and flipping just about everything in his wake. Tables, chairs, prying the doors off of a cabinet—anything he can do to find some semblance of familiarity. He doesn't quite know what he's looking for, but whatever it is, it isn't here.]

[obsessiveness]

[ causality this, fate and destiny that -- for all the flowery words izumi gets to spit out on stage for his much-awaiting audience, he really doesn't look more into any of that. as far as he knows, he has been living a relatively normal life as an idol in japan and model overseas, secretly dating a certain brunette in the meantime. truly living his best life right here.

he'd gotten back from florence late at night, also in secret; he wanted to surprise his boyfriend in the morning with a cute little text and selfie, sappy shit like that. but what he didn't expect after unlocking the door to his apartment late that night was a prowler looking through his furniture.

one that looks like his lover, for instance. ]

...Sanchan? [ he asks, voice cautious. that... is him, right? sandalphon, his grumpy bf with a coffee addiction. who else could it be? ] What are you doing? Did you do all this?

[ the mess, he means. like what the fuck ]

VAMPIRES

[unnecessities]

[Every so often, a mortal comes into Sandalphon's life that makes even his long-since stopped heart flutter for a bit. Short-lived as they are, it's always a recipe for disaster, but he can't help but want them anyway—and more often than not, he can't help but pursue them. The fact of the matter is he rarely, if ever, means harm when he does; vampires get lonely too, lonelier than a human can comprehend, and staving it is no easy task.

...But vampires get hungry, too. And it's been a long while since he's last sated himself. It used to be easier, back when things like forensic investigation didn't exist and the population was denser, but it's been getting harder and harder to eat over the past two centuries or so.

And Izumi, the mortal he's recently become so enamored of, has just arrived at the meeting spot for their date, glaring at his fingertip, and asked him if he has a bandage.

Just the whiff of human blood, especially from someone he's come to fancy over the past months, is enough to set Sandalphon's mouth watering. Moreover, of course he doesn't have any—but the two of them are going shopping, so surely a store nearby must have them, right?

Sandalphon takes a few shaky steps in the direction of a pharmacy he happens to know is nearby, rapidly regaining his composure but still looking slightly pale.]

...Follow me, there's a place we can get some. I'll buy them for you, so...

[It'd be wiser to ask him to stay here, but there's no way he'd agree to being left alone right after arriving for a date...]

Re: VAMPIRES

[obsessiveness]

[ izumi had had a feeling about sandalphon for a while now, but he can't really put a finger on it. sure, the man is practically a night owl, but izumi can chalk it up with his apparent coffee addiction. and sure, maybe he's not a huge fan of hoodies unlike his boyfriend who practically wears that and only that.

and sure, maybe he looks a little too pale, feels a little too cold to the touch - but izumi could be reading into it a bit much. so what if sandalphon's weird? it don't matter, so long as he's hot and can treat him right all the time. at least he's strong enough to carry multiple shopping bags, a boon izumi's going to take advantage of right now. ​]

You can just go ahead and buy some, you know. No need to tag me around like I'm your mom or something.

[ but he lets sandalphon drag him around regardless, cherishing the way their hands fit each other. but he can't really ignore how pale sandalphon looks all of a sudden. ]

If you're that scared of blood, I can do it myself. It's not like I can die from a shitty papercut.

bnuuy

[obsessiveness]

[ izumi's ears twitch in attention the cold morning air of their room, a familiar, annoying heat coursing through his skin as he realizes what time it is.

ugh.

don't get him wrong, izumi's super lucky to have a boyfriend. as a bunny, izumi's own libido would start acting up every other month or so, and while he'd had toys and such to sate himself before sandalphon slammed into his life, nothing can be compared to the real though... although izumi does love sandalphon's other aspects as well. his coffee-brown hair, radiant red eyes, that one floppy ear that izumi finds super endearing, and not to mention his forthright personality -- well, what's not to love?

but there's no time to be sentimental about his own romantic feelings for the other man he shares the sheets with at the moment. he'd love to dwell on it more, but he's already rock-hard from the mere warm presence of sandalphon alone, as he spoons the other man from behind. this is a cute gesture in the morning, okay, no horny thoughts here... just going to let his hands caress his boyfriend's rather toned arms and chest lovingly, admiring them with his feathery(?) touches as he tries not to get off from feeling them alone...

except no, because he might be grinding at him from behind without realizing anyway. dammit. ]

FUCKIGN BNUUY

[unnecessities]

[Sandalphon's enjoying a lazy morning, just being held by his boyfriend. Mating season is getting close, so he'd better enjoy this while he can before it hits and such intimacy turns into something else entirely—

Such were his thoughts, before he felt the familiar feeling of being rutted against. Seems like Izumi's feeling it too. Those wandering hands, quietly worshipping his body, feel lovely, but there's not much he can do to ignore the feeling of Izumi's hard cock grinding against the cleft of his ass. He rocks his hips back against him in response, pushing against him at the same time Izumi's hips roll forward; he'd been enjoying the quiet of the morning, but this is welcome, too.]

Mmm, good morning...you're already so energetic.

[One of his hands finds Izumi's, and he interlaces their fingers to hold his hand. He can already feel himself getting hard too, just from being grinded on, the quick response an indication that he's beginning to enter his heat as well—and now is as good a time as any to take care of it.

...Still, there's a part of him that's still tired...if he had just a little bit longer to sleep, he's sure he'd be more energetic himself. An idea begins to form in his head as he bites back a moan, already sensitive from the heat churning in his body.]

Let me take care of you, Izumi...

[He's already reaching for the small bottle of lube he keeps tucked between the mattress and the boxspring for occasions like this.]

izumi tops after 32857384583456 years

[obsessiveness]

[ it might have been a mistake to let sandalphon do what he wants for so long, izumi thinks at one point. on one hand, it's nice to see his boyfriend have a lot more confidence with himself now that he's learned to take the reins in their relationship, but on the other hand, he might have let it get to his head a little...

(even though that's totally not true at all, it's just that izumi hasn't had the opportunity to turn the tables on him lately and frankly it's been pissing him off!!! he's petty that way. sue him.)

so now, it's time to take matters into his own hands. he'd been dying to use this cute little toy on his boyfriend ever since he'd spotted it at a secluded shop a couple months back, so with enough pleading he's managed to convince sandalphon to try it on, while innocently bringing up that they haven't gone out shopping together in a long time, so he continues to bat his pretty eyes at sandalphon to come with him on this lovely day...

with the vibe up his ass, of course. no time to take it off, izumi had insisted!! time's a-wasting, let's go! ]

Oh, stop complaining. We'll be home after we finish our shopping trip.

[ izumi's walking hand in hand with sandalphon on the way to the train station, since his bike is currently under repairs. ]

So long as you don't make it obvious, nothing's gonna happen to you. So cheer up!

[ it's amazing how he can keep up the smile while stroking the remote in his pocket, but sandalphon should know how crafty he can be by now. ]

[unnecessities]

[Sandalphon seems to be holding himself together pretty well, all things considered. He's walking a bit stiffly and his eyebrows are furrowed a bit more than usual, but having a resting bitch face as his default expression means it's not out of the ordinary if he looks like something is bothering him. Honestly, it would have been all too easy to just hold Izumi down, remove the toy himself, and continue about his day, but part of being in a relationship is reining in your godlike powers and not using them on your mortal partner.

When Izumi says that, though, Sandalphon really can't let it go without comment.]

You phrase it as though you don't have complete control over the situation. Just don't make anything happen.

[...There's no way he would anyway, right? Sandalphon wants desperately to believe that, but he's not sure he can. This is Izumi, after all—he's smart, but completely unpredictable in some regards...]

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[obsessiveness]

Sanchan
Sanchan you up

[ it's been three days since izumi left for italy again, ftr. sometimes he can't get the timezones right. ]

[unnecessities]

Izumi it's 2 in the morning