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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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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?

[ 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.

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[ 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?

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[ 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?

[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.]

[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...]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

Sanchan
Sanchan you up

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

continuation of that dressing thread

you Will give me that fluffy content

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

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