fullcursemeal | [Limelight] Inbox Pt. Deux

I'm going to take that as I was right, then.

It's the only thing that makes sense really. There's no way Asura suddenly stopped caring about his parents but if you're able to just put whatever you want into a box and label is as not your problem and actually believe that, then it's no wonder my ability hardly ever works on you.

... As someone else put it, sometimes you need to choose what's important to you, and that becomes your truth.

You know, I don't even disagree with that, but I decided Asura was important to me a long time--

[whoa, time to suddenly start growing back to normal size again]

[on my KNEE???]

[BLAME RIKA.

anyway it doesn't happen instantly and there is a moment where he can decide to jump off Geto, which would be the normal thing to do in this situation. the act of a person who was feeling normal about this

he does not he goes the other direction and drops into Curtain's lap so when he finishes growing in a few seconds you have a full Booker Storm right there]

--anyway, like I was saying--

[I'M IN HELL]

Booker.

[GOOD, WE CAN BE IN HELL TOGETHER.

Swiftly puts his hand around Curtain's throat and presses his extremely pointy thumb talon against some extremely delicate skin.]

--I have some more questions.

Why are you doing this to me and not to your ex-wife?

[what the fuck.

his breath catches, and Booker can feel Shura's pulse quicken under his fingertips. he doesn't reply right away, brain catching up with the rest of the situation that seems to be happening. and when he finally does, it's:]

Huh?

[well pulse quickening is probably a normal thing to happen when someone's basically threatening to stab a hole in your neck while sitting on you but that is kind of satisfying after Curtain has been sooooo unconcerned with him this whole conversation.

So he'll add just a little extra squeeze]

I spoke to her, and she doesn't seem to have gotten the impression that your insistent on completely deleting any relationship you had with her. But maybe she was wrong. Would you say she is also someone you no longer care about?

[he's sooo not sober enough to be dealing with this right now. the squeeze makes all of the muscles in his throat tighten and he finds himself swallowing on reflex and discovering that that's also a little more difficult to do than usual.

he closes his eyes and inhales deeply thorough his nose, doing his best to focus on Booker's words instead of the feeling of his hand around his neck, or the sharp prick of that claw against his skin, or the weight on his lap, or the warmth of the other man from how close they are right now...

no, this was a bad idea. he opens his eyes again to look at Booker in the dark.]

It's different.

[Hmm. Hmm. This close he can tell Curtain Asura Geto has been drinking tonight, and... that does not make him even a little more merciful. If he's sober enough to shove his feelings for Booker Storm into a box he's sober enough for this.

Still, he can tell that Curtain doesn't exactly seem to be afraid for his life.

It is at least easy to find Booker's eyes in the dark, they are a reflective gold when he's this pissed off, and there is a faint smell of smoke on his breath. He hasn't been drinking through. This is all him.

He drags his thumb firmly down the firm muscle of the tensed neck, cutting a small line of blood as he does.]

Explain it to me. Please.

[the feeling of skin breaking makes him throw his head back slightly and expose more of his neck. he chuckles, low, barely audibly, but it's impossible to miss when Booker's hand is still gripping his throat and he can probably feel the vibrations directly.]

And if I refuse?

[he doesn't take his eyes away from Booker's, and when he catches the scent of smoke he just takes inhales deeply again, as if looking to taste that with his tongue.

there's one vague coherent thought forming in the back of his mind, only tangentially related to all of this...

Dear Satin,

I think I just discovered a turn on.]

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[It is beginning to seem like I am going to kill you if you keep pissing me off is not the best method to getting his questions answered.]

Really, you...

[But this is the third time the third time Geto Shura Appointment with Fuckface Suguru has tried to derail Booker Storm trying to figure out what is going on with him with -- flirtation?? Is this even just flirtation at this point??

And being surprised the last two times really did not get him anywhere so

And it's not like he doesn't understand. It's really too bad he doesn't have that knife on him.

His tail thumps a couple of times against the edge of Curtain's bed.]

I'm not good at letting some things go.

[he places his other hand at Geto's side, not sliding them under the clothes but taking advantage of the pointiness of his talons to prick into the skin at his side without even needing to move them aside.]

So the longer you refuse the more you have to deal with me.

[chuckles again, completely shameless and unbothered except for the way he briefly shivers and shifts under Booker, upon the threat of even more pointy bits pressing against skin]

But it turns out I have to deal with you no matter what, so what's the incentive?

[extremely casually sliding one hand behind Booker and letting it rest atop the base of his tail, right where it connects to his lower back]

[He is pretty sure this is a bad idea but it's something that isn't Asura cutting him out of completely. And he's also just very tired of trying to do what seems like it must be the 'right thing' with this person.]

That's true, you're going to have to deal with me no matter what.

[Squeezes harder at Curtain's neck, running his thumb up the muscle and carefully setting all five of his nails somewhere non-deadly that he can squeeze them in, drawing five fresh wells of blood.]

But I guess I'll have to figure out some other incentive.

[Anyway.

Kisses him.]

[the hand around his neck tightens, the pain intensifies, and all he can do is let out a soundless gasp.

which, as it turns out, ends up being really convenient when Booker's mouth is suddenly pressed against his. he meets the kiss with what can only be described as hunger—completely different from the soft, gentleness of their speed dating kiss. a faint taste of alcohol still lingering in his mouth. the hand on Booker's tail presses him closer against him while his other hand moves to grip Booker's waist firmly.

honestly this is by far the worst idea he's had in the past few days, but in his defense, also, this was not his idea.]

[Listen buddy you're the one who got turned on by a man threatening to rip your throat out this is at least partly on you.

Booker matches the hunger with something sharp and angry and demanding. The faint waft of smoke isn't on his tongue but can be tasted on every breath. He bites at Curtain's lips and pushes into Asura's mouth and is every bit as pushy here as he has been all the rest of the night. He is not perhaps as strong as one would need to be to truly choke Geto out with a single hand, but there is certainly an uncomfortable pressure clamped around Geto's throat as he keeps the man pulled tight to him for the kiss.]

[he's fully smiling into the kiss and not bothering to hide it, of course. between the pressure on his neck and the smoke from Booker's breathing he's finding it more and more difficult to get the amount of oxygen his body is currently demanding, but that in itself only makes him chuckle again... wasting even more of his breath.

he keeps his lips parted for Booker, letting him push into his mouth as much as he wants and clumsily reciprocating... sometimes with his tongue, and other times with teeth that aren't being careful not to draw blood.]

[He honestly wishes he could just... not care. Just this once, when so many of his other cares have been shoved aside. It's not like they need to keep speaking and if he doesn't say anything to Asura he can continue doing what he is doing, the blood wouldn't do anything unless Booker said something to trigger it. Logically, he's aware of this.

But it's reflexive, really, as soon as a scrape of teeth errs on the side of too rough he jerks away, shoving on Geto's throat to push him back against the wall and pulling back himself to catch his own breath.]

Do not get my blood in your mouth.

[He pulls his hand away from Curtain's side to rub it against his own mouth, making sure he caught it before he bled, and loosens the grip on Asura's throat so he can catch his breath too.]

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[it all happens too fast for him to register what's happening until the back his head has already hit the headboard. his first reflex is to catch his breath, maybe a little too urgently, but then he realizes why Booker did that and he laughs again.]

Re— [coughs, catching his breath] —Really...?

[his voice is both heated and hoarse]

Guess you're not that desperate to get your answers.

[There is a brief run of emotions across his face, surprise, then frustrated embarrassment, which he covers up quickly by letting of Curtain's throat and grabbing his jaw instead, claw effortlessly, carelessly cutting him there as well.]

I don't need to use that to find out what I want.

[and he leans forward, shifting his weight unabashedly onto Geto's groin and turning Asura's head to the side so he can speak with warm, too warm breath into his ear.]

But that's my only warning to you. If you get my blood in you I'm not going to be nice, I'm not going to be decent, and I will make sure you regret it.

[well. well. not that it's a surprise at this point, probably, but Booker can definitely feel Shura's arousal under him when he does that. which, in turn, makes Shura roll his hips up against him.

he stays there, with his head turned, unmoving except for the hand that runs down Booker's tail as far as he can reach]

I told you, during Never Have I Ever...

You can be as awful as you want. There aren't any threats that'll work on me at this point.

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