[His ears start to ring when he says it, perhaps a negative reaction to even the slightest show of defiance, and with that shirt finally in hand he holds it to his chest rather than slip it on.]
Do you really think you need to be punished further?
[Beck can be furious over people not doing what he wants and has many twisted ideas but he doesn't find any pleasure in unnecessary cruelty. In his way, he also cares about Belial and seeing him like this is disturbing - and a reminder of what happens when they don't follow the rules. Something he's been careful to do since his arrival, to avoid just this result.]
[Soothed by the touches, Belial finds he can’t keep his eyes open. Yikes. Yikes that’s a feeling he hasn’t had in a long time. Can’t sleep. Can’t let that happen. Caught off guard for a moment, he forces his eyes open once more.]
[Belial’s never been thrown into Realignment before, but he’s pretty certain this isn’t how the city wanted him to spend his day following twenty four hours of nonstop “treatment.” He’s been told to rest though... so who is he supposed to listen to?]
Heh... If I do, I’ll be roughed up again. I’m all for power play, but–
[Another wince and a laugh. He didn’t exactly account for the city stripping his powers away. Truth be told, it’s a little unsettling.]
–Hn. If they wanted me to fool around with you that much, they could’ve pulled their punches a little. I’m not exactly much use like this, you know.
[Sure, it would probably hurt a hell of a lot... but Belial’s twisted enough to know how to make that work. Then again, he doesn’t exactly have the stamina or constitution he usually does at the moment...
Even if his head complains, Belial holds the shirt tighter to his body.]
[Both sounds tempting. One definitely involves less movement than the other. But in the end he opts for the latter and tries to push himself back up, elbows and arms shaking in a way he’s definitely not accustomed to.]
[This whole endeavor has been one big oddity. Being tossed into Realignment aside, all this help and attention aren’t normal for him. He’s far too out of it to refuse though and with a slight stumble he allows himself to be dragged off into the bedroom where he immediately curls up on top of the covers.]
This would be the prime opportunity to exact a little revenge, you know.
[It aches to shimmy out of everything else, but eventually in nothing but his pants he finally settles back against the pillows, breathing slightly labored once again.]
Anything really. After I charmed you, put together a business behind your back, publicly tarnished my reputation as your responsibility...
[Belial casually lists them off, perhaps trying to fish for a reaction. He can’t help it. Looking up, he fiddles with the edges of Quentin’s shirt still bunched in his hands.]
[His expression remains fairly stern with just a flinch of annoyance as Belial lists off his 'crimes'. As Belial speaks, Beck is pulling off his own clothing until he's only in a pair of satiny green boxers. He begins tugging the covers back from underneath his sub so he can slip in beside him and pull it over them both.]
[He isn’t so far gone that he can’t admire what’s presented to him, but Belial behaves and keeps his hands to himself. This does pose a certain danger though. The added warmth, the softness, the comfort he hasn’t had in the last several hours.]
Don’t want to sleep.
[he mutters before he can think any better of it. His eyes betray him though. For the first time in two thousand years, he’s feeling the weight of exhaustion. It’s almost terrifying.]
[Everything surrounding him in this moment is normal, but at the same time, Belial’s never felt so out of touch with his own skin. He’s trying to feel for any resonating energy in his chest but nothing seems to respond. He tries to flex his shoulder blades to spread his wings but not a single one appears. All he feels is pain. Pain and that irritating, persistent petting he wants to shake off but can’t for whatever reason.]
You don’t understand.
[he starts to explain but his weariness outweighs everything else. Overwhelmed, Belial forces a smile and sighs.]
[It’s easier to agree to that than delve into explaining an existential crisis. Belial shifts and keeps his arm draped across Quentin’s middle. Well. He could be worse.
Soon, despite his best efforts, his eyes shut as he finally begins to succumb to this weakened body.]
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Date: 2020-10-11 05:18 am (UTC)From:[Another bat at his sleeve before he tries to tug at it.]
I want your shirt...
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Date: 2020-10-11 05:22 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2020-10-11 05:30 am (UTC)From:[He drops his hand back onto the couch.]
But I want it.
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Date: 2020-10-11 05:42 am (UTC)From:Seems you're still giving orders instead of taking them.
[He says mildly.]
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Date: 2020-10-11 06:07 am (UTC)From:[His ears start to ring when he says it, perhaps a negative reaction to even the slightest show of defiance, and with that shirt finally in hand he holds it to his chest rather than slip it on.]
So... are you going to punish me too?
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Date: 2020-10-11 06:15 am (UTC)From:No.
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Date: 2020-10-11 07:17 am (UTC)From:He raises a brow.]
Why not?
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Date: 2020-10-11 07:31 am (UTC)From:[Beck can be furious over people not doing what he wants and has many twisted ideas but he doesn't find any pleasure in unnecessary cruelty. In his way, he also cares about Belial and seeing him like this is disturbing - and a reminder of what happens when they don't follow the rules. Something he's been careful to do since his arrival, to avoid just this result.]
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Date: 2020-10-11 08:05 am (UTC)From:[Soothed by the touches, Belial finds he can’t keep his eyes open. Yikes. Yikes that’s a feeling he hasn’t had in a long time. Can’t sleep. Can’t let that happen. Caught off guard for a moment, he forces his eyes open once more.]
You’re my Dominant.
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Date: 2020-10-11 08:10 am (UTC)From:[He frowns but continues a soothing touch, stroking Belial's face and hair.]
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Date: 2020-10-11 08:55 am (UTC)From:Heh... If I do, I’ll be roughed up again. I’m all for power play, but–
[Another wince and a laugh. He didn’t exactly account for the city stripping his powers away. Truth be told, it’s a little unsettling.]
–Hn. If they wanted me to fool around with you that much, they could’ve pulled their punches a little. I’m not exactly much use like this, you know.
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Date: 2020-10-11 09:07 am (UTC)From:[There's a vague reprimand at even the thought.]
You're staying here.
I should put you to bed.
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Date: 2020-10-11 09:48 am (UTC)From:[Sure, it would probably hurt a hell of a lot... but Belial’s twisted enough to know how to make that work. Then again, he doesn’t exactly have the stamina or constitution he usually does at the moment...
Even if his head complains, Belial holds the shirt tighter to his body.]
Not giving your shirt back.
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Date: 2020-10-11 10:13 am (UTC)From:What would you rather do?
[He makes it sound like he had better pick the latter choice.]
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Date: 2020-10-11 10:49 am (UTC)From:You’re giving me options, huh.
[Time to wobble up onto his feet]
You’re getting to be more generous, Quenty~
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Date: 2020-10-12 08:12 am (UTC)From:Now, come on. Lean on me.
[And he'll assist Belial toward the bedroom.]
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Date: 2020-10-12 08:59 am (UTC)From:[This whole endeavor has been one big oddity. Being tossed into Realignment aside, all this help and attention aren’t normal for him. He’s far too out of it to refuse though and with a slight stumble he allows himself to be dragged off into the bedroom where he immediately curls up on top of the covers.]
This would be the prime opportunity to exact a little revenge, you know.
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Date: 2020-10-12 09:12 am (UTC)From:[He's distracted as he pulls off any of the remaining clothing on Belial, such as shoes, that would be uncomfortable to sleep in.]
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Date: 2020-10-12 09:30 am (UTC)From:[It aches to shimmy out of everything else, but eventually in nothing but his pants he finally settles back against the pillows, breathing slightly labored once again.]
Anything really. After I charmed you, put together a business behind your back, publicly tarnished my reputation as your responsibility...
[Belial casually lists them off, perhaps trying to fish for a reaction. He can’t help it. Looking up, he fiddles with the edges of Quentin’s shirt still bunched in his hands.]
Aren’t you entitled to it?
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Date: 2020-10-12 09:41 am (UTC)From:Now's not the time.
[Is his answer at last.]
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Date: 2020-10-12 09:59 am (UTC)From:Don’t want to sleep.
[he mutters before he can think any better of it. His eyes betray him though. For the first time in two thousand years, he’s feeling the weight of exhaustion. It’s almost terrifying.]
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Date: 2020-10-12 10:05 am (UTC)From:[His voice has softened and he slips an arm under and around Belial's shoulders. His other hand moves again to soothingly stroke Bel's hair.]
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Date: 2020-10-12 10:25 am (UTC)From:You don’t understand.
[he starts to explain but his weariness outweighs everything else. Overwhelmed, Belial forces a smile and sighs.]
Feel like I’m going crazy.
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Date: 2020-10-12 10:31 am (UTC)From:[At least that's what he assumes.]
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Date: 2020-10-12 10:46 am (UTC)From:[It’s easier to agree to that than delve into explaining an existential crisis. Belial shifts and keeps his arm draped across Quentin’s middle. Well. He could be worse.
Soon, despite his best efforts, his eyes shut as he finally begins to succumb to this weakened body.]
You care too much.
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