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Post by cupid on May 10, 2009 18:29:41 GMT -5
Violet, curious eyes stared lazily at a sleeping mass of muscles and sexiness. He smiled, poking the abs of the tanner, larger male. Mr Wrath looked to be temporarily asleep, and it amused the pink haired nuisance to no end.
Cocking his head to the side as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand, he hummed quietly before deciding to sit up and cross his arms. "Wakey, wakey, Sleepy Bear," Cupid cooed, still smiling down at the black angel's face. "I'm bored, you know. I might do something stupid..." he warned, brushing his bangs from his left eye.
He slave knew this would only tick Than off, but he couldn't help it. A part of him thought it was absolutely hilarious and cute when Wrath got angry. And besides, he was Than's favorite. He thought so, anyway.
Cupid frowned in thought, furrowing his light pink brows. He probably wouldn't be Than's favorite now, after all - he sneaked into Mr Grumpy Bear's room. Not such a good idea.
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Post by deviant on May 10, 2009 18:56:32 GMT -5
He didn't like to be disturbed when he was resting. And he rarely rested out of shere paranoia. As it were, his apartment was fixed to ward off intruders and any other unwanted, unwelcome guests. The only other that lived there was in fact, his slave Cupid. And sometimes Than wasn't entirely sure about the faery's presence in his home. The pink haired menace was...a little pest at times. But he put up with him.
His long muscular form lay across the grey silk of his sheets. The dark honeyed expanse of his exotic flesh standing out in stark contrast. Cupid often referred to him as a bear and it wasn't an incorrect description. At nearly seven feet tall, and nearly three hundred pounds of solid sleak muscle, he was as big as one. Inky hair slid across his brow to tangle against a high sculpted cheek bone. A breath sliding from the corded expanse of his throat. Peace was such a pleasant thing, but it wasn't destined to last.
The sing song voice of his slave pierced through the blanket of darkness. And his hazy mind caught two primary things: One, he'd been called one of those blasted nicknames. And two, the threat of mischief was paramount. "Stupid?" He murmured, his deep exotically accented voice a black velvetine draw with a texture similar to melted dark chocolate. A tangible sort of carress that could easily change to a growl of anger and irritation. "Like sneaking into my room while I sleep? Your lucky I don't take you over my knee..." Mild irritation, but he was never exactly nice.
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Post by cupid on May 11, 2009 8:28:45 GMT -5
Cupid merely giggled, his frown turning back into a sly smile. "Aw, I didn't sneak in.The door was open, so it was an invitation," he said chiperly. He leaned over again and rested ontop of Than's chest while sticking out his tongue teasingly.
"Besides, it's boring when you aren't awake. I have nothing to do." Cupid pouted, his bangs falling back over his eyes momentarily. He blew at them and raised an eyebrow. "You have a good nap, though, Big Bear?"
The illusionary wings on his back fluttered with expectancy. "You have any plans for today, hmmm?" The pink haired nuicance tapped his pale fingers gently on the dark angel's muscled chest, Cupid ever smiling at his master.
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Post by deviant on May 11, 2009 12:16:22 GMT -5
He finally let the thick fall of dark lashes part so that his mercurial gaze was brought into view; molten silver that glowed like captured moonlight. And it was focused upon the little pink haired pest currently draped over the broad expanse of his chest. "Then next time I will remember to lock it when I wish to rest...if a spanking isn't enough to deter you..." Than rumbled back, dark promise lingering in the deep timbre to let Cupid know he was perfectly serious.
Then came that infernal nickname and a sigh slid from his throat. He'd tried to dissuade the slave from using it but it was a pointless waste of time to continue encouraging it. It was best to ignore it. "I suppose...." Than answered in lieu to the question about his nap, even as long bronzed fingers slid up to tangle possessively amid pink strands of hair to tug him closer.
When he was near enough for satisfaction, he nipped his jaw. "No little pest, I don't have anything planned for today." The dark angel murmured against his flesh while he continued to hold him captive. Thanatos tolerated the pink haired menace far, far better than he did others. At least to an extent.
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Post by cupid on May 11, 2009 14:12:14 GMT -5
Cupid purred happily at the contact, even as his hair was tugged to move him closer to Than. He curved his lips into a smirk as he wrapped his arms around the stronger male's neck. "You should know by now that anything from you I don't mind, punishment or not," he chuckled.
He lowered his head slightly to meet the man's exotic lips as Than had nipped at his chin. "If I were a drug addict," Cupid put simply, "You'd be my heroin." The pink obsessed faery looked very comfortable in his position, not appearing to mind at all as the dark angel held him in place.
"Hmm," Cupid mused, raising a light eyebrow at an idea. "Well,, if you didn't hav ea plan before...how about now?" he asked, ever the suggestive one.
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Post by deviant on May 11, 2009 14:38:29 GMT -5
Perhaps that was why he tolerated Cupid so well. The faery could handle him, and took his temper in stride. He was a good slave, and Than had no desire to seek out another. Things that broke didn't last very long around him anyway, and he doubted there would be any as resilant...or appealing as his little Pink Pest. His tongue slid out against the spot he'd just nipped with a lazy sort of possessive intent.
The suggestion made a smirk tug at the corner of his sensual mouth, and it would be felt against his skin. "Are you feeling naughty, little Pest?" He rumbled out, a purr in his voice. His irritation that he'd had upon waking long since forgotten, because really it hadn't mattered to begin with.
He stroked a hand down his back, till long fingers could give the curve of his backside a teasing squeeze. Which was about as playful as he managed to get.
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Post by cupid on May 11, 2009 14:51:46 GMT -5
"Maybe just a little," Cupid teased back, the smile still evident on his face, albeit less sweet and more seductive. He hummed with content at Than's possessive lick, curling his fingers in the dark, thick hair of his master.
The pink haired slave let out a gentle purr as well as he felt Than's hand travel down his back and teased his backside. He had to giggle at that, nuzzling the other's chest happily. Cupid always liked a good cuddle, even if Mr. Wrath wouldn't admit he was doing such a thing. The faery found him quite warm and cuddly, despite his usually easy to anger attitude. Cupid could always find a way around it if he ever got in trouble.
"You're very comfy," he murmured against his skin. "I might just fall asleep right here." He chuckled at his own words, wondering how the man was going to take that. Cupid smiled widely, hidden. Yes, Than was like a really big teddy bear.
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Post by deviant on May 11, 2009 15:08:24 GMT -5
The teasing grope turned into a light swat on the curve of his ass. "I don't think so. If I can't sleep, then neither will you..." He replied, even as he rubbed his cheek against the top of his head. Than would never admit how he liked having another warm form against his long muscular body. And how well the pink haired pest seemed to fit there.
He feared getting close to others. It was a private fear that he never shared with anyone else. His mind was a fortress, and the one place he'd not let anyone dwell. But Cupid perhaps softened his naturally cold, cruel nature without Than even noticing it. Enough that he tolerated the silly nicknames and occasionally falling sleep with him in tangle of bare limbs beneath the silk of his bedding.
"Little Pest..." He sighed into his hair, what should have sounded like an insult coming across as a pet name. Than would have denied it of course, that Cupid had rubbed off on him so much he had begun to give his own out. Because there was always an unconciously affectionate note when he said little pest.
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Post by cupid on May 12, 2009 17:04:51 GMT -5
Cupid chuckled lightly, turning his head a bit to face Than with a happy smile. He hadn't minded the light swat on his rear and only a gleam in his eye gave away what he thought about it. He wasn't really going to go to sleep anyway. Talking to his master was a bit more fun, as was teasing him.
He pouted jokingly at the "nickname", mimicking sad eyes. "Aw, am I really such a pest?" he asked innocently as he nuzzled some more against him, enjoying as much contact as he could get. His wings twitched a bit as usual, seemingly real. He didn't know exactly why he kept the illusion of them up. Maybe he thought the idea of being an angel was amusing - despite his usual loathing of such creatures. His master was a huge exception.
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Post by deviant on May 12, 2009 17:21:41 GMT -5
"The biggest pest I know..." Than replied automatically, while leaning up to sharply nip his lower lip and chase away the sting with a swipe of his tongue before leaning back. He knew full and well the wings on his slave's back were fake and it amused him mildly that he enjoyed having the pure white things there. Even with his hatred of White Angel's....the pale bit of fluff simply fit Cupid.
"So big in fact its a wonder I put up with you..." He sighed, dramatically. Half lidded silver eyes gazed at the pink haired form perched upon his chest. Long fingers absentmindedly tracing his side and back, a thumb tracing along the line of his ribs. A knowing tender place that he went after without mercy.
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