Part Two of delayed V-Day RP.

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Annnd it continues. Part One is here. Warnings for explicit male/male sex, mind games, extremely rough play, mild snark, and uh, did I mention sex?

"Three days and a lot of conference-calls with my friends about the advisability of such an engagement." Ryuuji didn't bother following Terry for a seconds, just watching him. That really was far too much fun to watch. It really, really was. He grinned to himself and took both hands out of his pockets, then shifted his weight, eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he watched Terry walk. Hm...

Without giving himself time to think it through properly, he launched himself into a flip at Terry, intent on pouncing the other and kissing him quite breathless. That walk was pure provocation. Terry really wouldn't be moving like that unless he meant it as an invitation, right?

Heaven forbid that Ryuuji was such a bad boyfriend as to not take him up on such a blatant invitation. Or, at least, partially take him up on it. He was still intending on mostly sticking with the idea of waiting.

There was a weight over him? Behind him? Terry threw himself forward and rolled, twisting as he did to face whatever was pouncing - Ryuuji? He didn't have his wand in his hand, but he could pull a split, twisting his legs in the air and sit up. Terry's body made it all one smooth motion, flowing into a defensive crouch before he quite realized the intent just might be playful.

Damn, Terry had moved. Looked good moving, but still...

Ryuuji turned the pounce into a flip instead, landing on his hand and pushing up to make his body curl through the air above Terry's head and hopefully land behind him. He stuck his tongue out at Terry for a brief second while in the air, and then concentrated on not hitting the wall with his landing and on resisting the temptation to use the wall as a second floor to do another flip and tackle Terry.

Because really, no. Terry might hit his head on the floor. That would be bad.

Terry's head bent back, tracking Ryuuji through the air. And when his boyfriend landed, Terry's breathing had picked up and his eyes were darker. Ryuuji looked good in motion too. And Ryuuji wasn't the only one turned on by movement. Ryuuji's robe might have flared dramatically but Terry knew that body and he tracked it now, licking his lips. Fighting suddenly looked like a lot more fun that arguing about cookies and sex. Fighting and sex. Terry moved again, he used a slight protrusion on the wall to launch himself an extra foot into the air, pouncing on Ryuuji. Fighting and sex looked really good. And where the hell was his wand?!

...Okay. So much for worrying about each other's health. And hey, really, what was the point of having an infirmary if you didn't swing by every so often?

Ryuuji let himself grin, wild and vicious and held out both arms to Terry like it was an invitation to be pounced. The backpack slung over his shoulders cushioned his fall a little as he hit the ground but as soon as he did so, he curled his feet up into Terry's midriff and kicked, careful to pull the strength of the kick so that it wouldn't break any of Terry's ribs (if he could only make Terry bleed or break, he'd go for the bleeding). His own wand was still in a pocket of the backpack and Terry knew that Ryuuji was carrying knives from when he'd frisked him, but Ryuuji wasn't planning on pulling those against his boyfriend.

Terry twisted at the last moment, having expected a blow, and took it on the side. It forced the air out of him with a grunt and made his jaw clench with pain. But he rolled, trying to get his feet. There was a soft click as Terry pulled a batarang from his backpocket and extended it. He wasn't as graceful or as fast out of the suit. But he didn't need to be in the suit to have claws. The batarang broke into three and Terry threw them all at Ryuuji in a prefect pinning arc. Flowing clothing had disadvantages too. He smirked.

"Cheater!" Ryuuji accused, momentarily outraged. He'd been refraining from using anything sharp! He twisted, and decided abruptly that if Terry wasn't going to fight fair, neither was he. The grin returned to his lips and the batarang-trio tore right through his clothes and then disappeared. He pulled out his own knives from his boots and tossed them away, and dropped his backpack to the side before circling Terry and beckoning him, tips of his fingers touching his palm lightly in a 'come and get me' motion, half-teasing, half-mocking smirk-grin back on his lips.

"For wanting that robe off you? Yes." Terry smirk grew calculating. He nodded to the knives. "What about you. You're giving me more weapons."

"I'd advise you not to use them." Ryuuji deadpanned, flicking a lock of hair away from his face and continuing to circle around Terry, green eyes intent and predator-sharp. "After all, I've already got the upperhand on you. Let's not make it worse by involving weapons, treasure-mine."

He still had that switchblade tucked away in his backpocket, after all. And unlike Terry, Ryuuji could always just grow claws. Or fangs. Or spikes down his spine, even. When one had the chance to create their own weapons, that made any fight that relied on edged combat considerably more unfair.

Terry licked his lips. "Are you going to....cut me, Dragon? Make me bleed?" Terry smiled. "I thought you wanted to wait." Terry looked at the knives again. He leaned against the corridor wall, suddenly seeming lazy, but really he was no less alert. "So just how do you fight me, Dragon and not hurt me. No bruising, because that'll be blood just under the suface. Waiting. Pooling." Terry's hand flicked at his waist where the button for his jeans were still undone.

"Bruises don't count." Ryuuji decided, watching Terry like a man fascinated, "They're just decoration. Black and blue and cream, and black and blue all over again. Blood's -- blood's different. Blood's red. Blood's life, blood's love and you can lick blood off someone and mouth at the edges of wound. But you can't lick a bruise off someone's skin and if you try to suck it off, it'll just darken."

He licked over his lips slowly, still looking at Terry, and stepped over the knives as he circled, ripped robe making him adjust his movements to compensate for the extra cloth in the way.

"I don't bruise black and blue." He didn't. He bruised red and deeper red and purple. And Ryuuji knew it. Terry reached and pulled his shirt over his head. He remembered they were in a public hallway enough to tuck it into the back of his jeans. But he had a point to make. And he did, bringing his fingers up to the collar on his throat and scratching down his chest. Red chased after his fingers as the skin pinked up. Blood rushing to the surface. If he scratched along those lines again and longer blood could pop in minsicule amounts out on the surface of his skin. First aid used as sex aid.

Terry chuckled to himself. The first rule of Batman was to be flexible.

Ryuuji wasn't even aware of the way that his breathing had sped up. Eyes fixed on Terry hungrily, he didn't even notice he had bitten down on his lower lip and was nipping at it like he should have been biting on Terry's neck instead, right over the collar or chasing Terry's hands with his mouth. "Your eyes and hair are blue and black."

He could practically taste Terry's blood in his mouth. He could imagine exactly what it would be like. "And they suit you." He licked over his lips, "Better than bruises."
Maybe he was lying but in his mouth, it tasted like truth.

Terry scratched again - neck to stomach, red trails disappearing under the waist band. He stroked the collar at his neck and tilted his head back. "Green suits me better." In another life, in another place, he wouldn't have done what he was about to do. "Green and." Terry pressed his lip against the rough surface of the stone wall and dragged until it bled. He licked grit off his lips. "And red."

Ryuuji shivered, a visceral thrill running down his spine at the sight of the blood and grit on Terry's lip. Unconsciously, he leaned inwards a little as if wanting to lick it off, to replace Terry's tongue with his own but wouldn't give in. "Christmas colors."

Because hey, green and red were the Christmas colors.

"Poison berries and bushes. Blood and scale." He grinned, white teeth bright against red lips, "Roses and thorns."

He was so hard that it hurt.

"Blood and chocolate." Terry smiled it made hte splits on his lips crease and fill with more blood. "The cocoa plant is green. So it works." Still leaning against the wall he sighed, runnning a hard finger nail around the waist band of his jeans, making the line there redder still. "Awwh, Dragon. Don't you want to touch me yet? I'm bleeding. I want you." Terry slithered his hands behind his back and leaned on them, trapping them there.

"Am I Lost Treasure?"

"Treasure On Layaway, perhaps." Ryuuji suggested, a note of pure longing having crept into his voice, rubbing it raw and making it rasp just a little under the superficial smoothness. Terry was hurting himself. Terry was making himself bleed. Ryuuji curled his toes inside his boots and could have sworn that each distinct thump of his heart could be felt in his groin, cock giving a twitch at the way Terry trapped his hands behind himself.

Plus, a sneaky part of his mind whispered, it didn't count if Terry was making himself bleed. Ryuuji could still break him. Loophole.

Ryuuji's voice pulled him forward. Terry kept his hands behind his back and stopped when they were mere breaths away from each other. He was hard. He was bleeding. And he was losing. He licked his bottom lip, absently, and then tasted the blood. "Alright. Let's go. You can get me ice and I can put it on my lip and down my pants and make you the damn cookies." He licked his lip again. "Do me a favour and get my blood off the wall. I don't think I want any stranger coming by and licking it."

Bleeding. Bleeding from his mouth, just like Ryuuji had imagined, and so close to him that Ryuuji could actually smell the blood. His breath caught and twisted in his chest, and hands still stuck inside his pockets, he looked over at the wall. "Okay. Sure." And with that, he leaned in and instead of kissing Terry, licked the blood from Terry's lip, eyes open and sharply-green. They were practically feral, pupils shot to dilated black circles, and it looked like he was only keeping himself under control through sheer stubbornness.

Terry stood still and let Ryuuji lick at him and lap at him. Mouth so close. Practically kissing. All he had to do was shift his lips, open his mouth a little wider maybe; flicker his tongue. "The wall." He whispered instead. "My blood on the wall. You don't want someone else tasting it." Hands still behind his back, his shifted his hips, knowing Ryuuji was close enough to feel how much he was wanted. Looking at Ryuuji's eyes, Terry's own stubbornness got a booster shot. If Dragon wanted to goad himself through another hour in a kitchen, Terry thought he could match him. Blood and chocolate? Yeah, he could manage this.

"I'll go on ahead." Shirtless. Bleeding. Hard. And whomever saw him, saw him.

"Enjoy the walk, treasure." Ryuuji whispered against Terry's lips, the taste of Terry's blood strong in his mouth and making him crave more. He was normally very picky about cleanliness. He really was. But Terry tasted so good that he couldn't just pass it up, and if Terry was going to cut him off now, then he migh as well take it from where he knew he could get it.

Walking over to the wall, Ryuuji mimicked Terry's pose and turned his head just enough to mouth at the stone delicately, tongue flickering around the rough stone tentatively to take a lick of the blood that was left behind. Terry's blood. It scraped at his own tongue hard enough to make him pout, but he took another lick anyway and then pressed his whole mouth against the stone and sucked like he was trying to draw the blood out of every little dimple and crack in the rock.

Terry's shoes made a soft pat against the flagstone as he headed to the kitchen. Nearing the portrait, he pulled on his shirt just before tickling the pear. Ryuuji was behind him. He was bleeding. He was hard. He didn't want to make cookies....

One of the house elves took one look at him and burst into tears.

Terry found the one who usually set space aside in the kitchen for him and grabbed a car of chocolate while things were setting up. He lapped it, the blood and chocolate mixing in his mouth. His lip was still bleeding. He was tense and coiled for action. And so very aroused. Frustation and anger curling around trying to catch the tail of everything else.

They were so out of sync. By the time Ryuuji stopped being stubborn and gave in, Terry didn't know what mood he'd be in. Right now, incredibly it felt like his only two options were still fighting or fucking. Fuck he wanted to win. He wanted Ryuuji to walk through that door wanting him. Needing him. Burning and on fire and fuck who was there. The chocolate in his hand crumbled and started to melt.

When Ryuuji came through the door, he wasn't any less hard than he'd been in the hallway.

And his control was every bit as tenuous.

He took a look at Terry and gave him a nod, the muscles in his stomach quivering, abs clenching tight and then relaxing in a convulsive shudder. Okay. This was going to be difficult. Difficult equalling being roughly the same as impossible with a side of optimism on the side.

"Okay, treasure. What do you want me doing?" The question could have sounded innocent if it weren't for the way that he leaned against a counter, upper body slanted back and fingers lightly cupping the edge of it. It was a perfect pose and it screamed sex in every language known to man and then some.

Terry's eyes narrowed. Suck me. Touch me. Fuck me on the head table of the Great Hall. Sighing with something that was more like a growl, he put the chocolate in his hand to one side and licked one finger clean, slowly. "I'm all sticky. How about I make the batter and you melt the chocolate and prepare the pans?" Terry licked another finger clean, bobbing his head on it, lips pursed and red and still bloody. He knocked it against the inside of his cheek and then pulled it out slowly. "Sound fair?"

"You," Ryuuji informed Terry with a wicked smirk, "Have the best ideas." Two could play at the tempting game. He picked up a nearby hand towel and wet it casually, turning the water to hot and noticing only that it was steaming because of the pale tufts of smoke that wafted up into the air. Yanking the cloth out, pretending he'd done that on purpose and not just been distracted out of his mind by Terry's little show, Ryuuji held it out in Terry's direction and suggested helpfully, "Would you like some help getting clean first? I don't think that licking yourself clean will help, not when you're not a cat."

Terry held out his hand automatically, waiting for Ryuuji to do it. The hot water would make his skin pink. His blood would be right there, strumming under his skin where Ryuuji could see it as well as smell it. "It's kind of all over." A trickle of chocolate was actually working back towards his elbow. "A little help?" He took his hand back at the last minute and licked his thumb. "Though it's more fun this way."

"It's unsanitary." Becase licking blood off a wall was so sanitary.

Ryuuji caught Terry's arm deftly just above the elbow and started to wipe at the skin with the hot cloth. His touch was very gentle, very delicate, but the way that he held Terry's bicep couldn't be mistaken for anything but possessive. He could feel the heat burning at his fingers, caused by Terry's skin and not by the cloth, and didn't quite look at Terry's face while he worked. Tone mock-casual, he went on, "And I'd rather have your saliva in your mouth than in the cookies. Or possibly on my cock. Both of those options work."

"My saliva in your mouth or on your cock. What happens if I choose your cock?" Terry stayed perfectl y still and let the hot cloth wipe the chocolate away. His skin pinked up just like he'd predicted. And the warmth of the cloth combined with the warmth from Ryuuji's hands made him squirm closer, trying to brush and touch with every breath and movement.

"Then I compliment you on your good taste." His hands lingered over Terry's skin, fingers brushing over the fine hairs on Terry's arms instead of the cloth as Ryuuji wadded it up, then unfolded it and rolled it into a loose loop. Without really thinking about it, he caught one of Terry's hands and started to twist the cloth around it, Terry's skin as familiar to him as his own but able to make him burn like nothing else did.

Terry purred. "Tie me up. Tie me down. Lick you all around?" He chuckled. "Kinky." Terry arched a brow. "Butter and sugar on it, or just pure chocolate?" He leaned forward and twitched his fingers, hoping to touch any part of Ryuuji. Terry got a suddenly intrigued look on his face and dropped his voice to a whisper. "My lips still bleeding. My blood would be all over your cock. You couldn't taste it, Ryuu, only smell it. Is that what you want." If Ryuuji wanted to tie his hands, fine. Until he got gagged, he wasn't going to give up. He could see in Ryuuji's eyes how close a thing it was.

Terry was evil. Ryuuji was very, very aware of that. They were in a kitchen. Everything smelt like baking. He was hard, Terry was hard and he'd started to restrain Terry without even thinking about it. How was Terry supposed to cook if he was tied up? They were going to make cookies. They really were! Ryuuji was sticking to this.

"You know," Ryuuji pulled Terry's arm behind him, then reached for Terry's other arm, wanting to bind them both together behind his back, "If you ever get tired of being the big bad scary Batman, you could probably talk most crims into a shocked enough state to disarm them." He licked his lips without thinking, peripheral vision checking for a bench or anything like that.

Terry let himself get almost limp, leaning in to rest his forehead against Ryuuji's shoulder. It left his voice right at Ryuuji's ear and he made his voice a whisper. He sighed. "You want criminals to see me like this? You want them to watch me be...helpless? And bloodied? You want them to try to hurt me so you can slam then across the room, hear their bones breaking, lick me till I bleed all over again to let them know whose I am?" A smirky pleased squirm matched his purring and his voice. "Am I bait, Dragon? Bait for blood?"

"You're evil." Ryuuji hadn't meant to actually say it but the tone Terry was using... He shook it off, giving his shoulder a rough jerk backwards to force Terry to look up, and kissed the smirk on Terry's face, just because he could, then sucked at Terry's lower lip lightly like he could pull the smirk right off Terry's mouth. "You're evil and any crims that even attempt to mess with you will end up regretting it long before it gets to a level where I'd need to step in."

He could taste Terry's blood. "And you'd drive them absolutely insane if you did look like this in front of them." Even the thought made a flare of possessiveness rise up as he bound Terry's hands together behind his back.

A soft grunt at the possessive tug whistled past Terry's lips. But the sound made him smile. "I only look like this for you." He stretched as much as he could to nuzzle. "Push me down, Dragon? Make me...suck?" Because with his hands bound, he wouldn't be doing any traditional cooking. He could still taste Ryuuji on his lips.

"Good thing too. Blinding people probably wouldn't get me any brownie points." Ryuuji teased, and stole a kiss from Terry's lips before sizing him up. Hm. He probably shouldn't do this. He really, really shouldn't. This was a kitchen, for crying out loud!

And yet, the temptation to pick Terry up and carry him over his shoulder like a Viking kidnapping a damsel was just too much to resist. Besides, it was only until he got to the nearest bench. That was all!

Terry wasn't completely helpless either. Someone helpless wouldn't bite into the pants and thus ass of the person carrying them and tease with flicks of their tongue that could be other places if only they were right side up again. Someone helpless doesn't squirm like he did, knowing his hard cock was rubbing against Ryuuji's chest and shoulder. Ryuuji could probably smell how aroused he was. And someone helpless wouldn't push the envelope even further. "You'd blind them but let them listen in? It's alright if they hear me wanting you? Begging for you? You're generous, Dragon."

"Or I like showing you off." The response was swift, and it came between gritted teeth, Ryuuji having bitten down on his lower lip to prevent a yelp of surprise at the first bite and then left it like that to stop himself turning his head and biting down on Terry's leg. Stopping at the bench that had been his goal, he gave Terry a warning jiggle, "Behave, or I'll turn you over it and spank you."

It clearly wasn't a serious threat, Ryuuji more preoccupied with the logistics of the thoughts in his head than what he was saying -- as well as a few interesting considerations about blood flow and if Terry would be able to maintain an erection if suspended upside down for any length of time.

Terry chuckled. "Did you just threatened to pink my bottom? Aren't you just going to do that anyway?" Being upside down didn't bother him in the slightest. And if it dimmed the throbbing in his pants, it meant he'd get the edge by being able to think better. He doubted it though. His body was too used to him hanging, head first, doing other things. Sometimes it felt like it didn't even matter anymore which way his head was.

With a grin, Ryuuji replied, "Hey, some ways of doing that are more enjoyable than others. And I think that red suits you better than pink." His gaze flickered up to Terry's red, bloodied mouth for a second, and Ryuuji licked over his own lips for a moment before remembering what he was doing.

Carefully, Ryuuji put Terry down on the bench, kneeling in order to be able to do so. Dropping both hands to the ground, he touched the shadows there and drew them up into spools of dark, grey-purple cloth that had an overlay of dull blue to it, then started to loop it around the base of the bench. It should be sturdy enough to hold Terry, assuming he didn't do something idiotic like struggle and tip it over onto himself.

Passing the cloth around one of Terry's feet, Ryuuji started to tie it closed, waiting to see if Terry would object or question him.

Terry arched a brow. "I seem to be missing a nice juicy apple for my mouth. And shouldn't I be ass up?" He didn't move though. If Ryuuji wanted to tie him down and touch him and still think they were going to make cookies - Ryuuji thought he was stronger than he was. And ordinarily, Terry'd have agreed with him.

Mock-innocently, sliding the cloth behind the initial loop he'd made at the base of the bench, Ryuuji informed Terry, "I have plans for your mouth, but I suppose that I could always get you a gag if you insist." The cloth looped over Terry's other ankle and Ryuuji started to bind it there as well. With it pulled behind the first loop, Terry wouldn't be able to move either leg further than the length of the cord, but he would be able to pull his legs back, which Ryuuji didn't really have an objection to at the moment.

Nevertheless, he idly calculated how he'd need to bind Terry to restrict him from moving completely, then decided it wasn't worth it. The odds of Terry actually drawing away from him were fairly low, especially when he could see-smell-feel how turned on Terry was at the moment -- how much he'd been wanting it since their encounter in the corridor.

Terry licked his lips and just looked at Ryuuji. Quiet intense eyes, long lashes and his lips parted like a tease. "Promise?" His eyes shifted to Ryuuji's crotch and he licked his lips again, biting down on his lower lip as if he could already feel something in his mouth and it's somehow disappeared for a moment.

He writhed in place, showing that training could make him flexible while staying in one spot. And there was a laugh in his eyes, because Ryuuji still didn't know about all the unsual aspects of Batman training. Terry'd never had to consider other applications for them before. But right now, oh yeah surveillance training could come in really handy.

Ryuuji considered asking Terry which one he wanted a promise for, but instead, he stopped in his work to reach up and trail a hand languidly down Terry's chest, touching him through the cloth of his shirt. "What, my word isn't enough for you?"

He could have sounded offended and maybe he should have but instead, his tone was teasing and maybe just a little challenging like he was daring Terry to call him on that and actually end up gagged, Or whatever else Ryuuji chose.

The wriggling made him smirk for a moment, Ryuuji well aware of how flexible Terry was. One of the most useful things about him in bed, really. Or wherever else that they might find themselves. Terry was flexible, he was flexible and together, they had fun. And cookies.

"Your word comes in at least seven different variations." Terry strained up against the hand petting him, but otherwise remained still. "Well, Dragon. Now that you have me all tied up....?" Terry stretched to try and relax his muscles. "Are we going to crush nuts for the cookies?"

"I don't think that I'm quite done, actually. And I prefer my cookies sans nuts, treasure. You ought to have known that." Ryuuji's grin was both a warning and a promise as he stayed kneeling on the floor and started to drag the initial loop upwards, intending to wind it through the cloth binding Terry's wrists together. Perhaps this would have been better plotted out on the floor but oh well, that's what happened you improvised. And this was probably somewhat gentler than making Terry stay kneeling on the floor. That would've eventually gotten painful.

Tied to a bench, wrists bound and then bound to his feet, pulled forward. Terry couldn't help chuckling a little to himself. "Sometimes I feel like a Dick. Sometimes I suck one." He was fairly certain the house elves were doing their best to just ignore that little section of the kitchen. Curling his toes and trying to judge how much strength it'd take, out of the suit, to crack the table and free himself if he really had to, kept him from moving about too much or giving too much lip. Still, he couldn't help a fake yawn.

"Promises promises, if wishes were horses...." Terry blew a tuft of hair off his face and looked at Ryuuji with as bored an expression as he could fake. He'd had time to get a little less hard. And now he had to wonder how they were scoring things. Ryuuji was still waiting. All this tying was a wait. "Uhmm, are you going to cut my shirt off...with your nails?"

"Well, I was thinking of leaving you fully-clothed." Ryuuji batted his eyes at Terry with perfect mock-innocence, despite the slight wince at the mention of Dick. "I mean, you're so terribly shy and everything. You wouldn't really want to be half-stripped in front of a crowd of House Elves, would you?"

Ryuuji knew that if he was going to get half-naked, he'd certainly want it to happen in front of a more attractive audience. Superficial of him, perhaps, but he knew what he wanted in people and more wrinkles than a walnut wasn't on the list.

Crowd? House elves weren't exactly people he knew. But they were people. People who washed his clothes and brought him meals and let him cook in the kitchen. Terry shook his head, not trusting himself to speak. Ryuuji knew what he was like about sex and exhibitionism. He was shy about it. Shy and insecure. Sighing softly, a question curling in his throat, Terry tilted his face back, looking for a reassuring kiss. Playing games was alright, as long as they both remembered not to cross the lines.

No answer. Normally, Ryuuji might have taken that for permission but he knew that exhibitionism was one of those areas in which Terry simply wasn't comfortable. Being tied up, yes. Bleeding, yes. Broken bones, on special occasions. Exhibitionism, no. So Ryuuji didn't push the issue, instead giving Terry the kiss that he was so obviously seeking, kneeling down on Terry's lap and putting both hands on the wall behind Terry so as to brace him. He let the heat in the kiss flare up and consume him, giving himself over to the way that it made his heartbeat quicken, blood flushing to his cheeks and stinging his lips to a red nearly as bright as the bloodied lips of his lover.

Kiss. Heat. Ryuuji.

Terry relaxed. He was tied. He was trapped. He was helpless. He didn't care. Lips. Ryuuji. Kissing. His whole body was in his lips, every nerve ending, every cell of exposes wanting, yearning skin. Warm and soft. He sighed and leaned into Ryuuji's chest, trying in Ryuuji's strength and the bonds on his own body, to hold him safely. Heat prick-flamed down along this throat and chest to pool just under his navel with shoots going to his legs.

This was home.

Something at the back of Ryuuji's mind was clamoring about cookies. Right now, Ryuuji couldn't care less about them. Unless they were burning and on fire, which was probably the natural state of cookies around him and Terry. All that heat had to spill over somehow, right?

Spontaneous combustion wouldn't have surprised Ryuuji in the least.

He clenched his legs more tightly around Terry, rocked forwards, and then made himself let go and back off, standing up and looking down at the bench and his still-bound boyfriend with a glint of mischief in his eyes, the robes thankfully concealing the fact that he was even harder than before after that kiss.

The rock was a tease. The rock made Terry quiver and try to arch and moan helpless into Ryuuji's mouth with the slightest hint of anguish when Ryuuji casually stepped away. Terry's eyes were dark but burning. He looked at Ryuuji hungrily, half forgetting where they were and how they'd been teasing each other. He simply wanted.

It might have looked casual but it was anything except that -- stepping away from Terry was difficult (Ryuuji wouldn't even let himself mentally use the word 'hard') but it had to be done. Because, well, there were House Elves around, Terry didn't want anything done in public and although Ryuuji could probably semi-merge with his dragon enough to get the strength to manuver the bench out of the kitchen, he wasn't sure how Terry would feel about being carried around the hallways of Hogwarts while tied to a bench.

...The mental image amused him enough that his thoughtful expression changed momentarily into a wicked smirk.

Terry noted the look and tilted his head to the side, evaluating. "A zipper works with two fingers on the tab and pull - down." He arched a brow and smirked. "I can managed the rest." Terry let his tongue slip past his lips and twirl in the air a little obscenely. "Call the Shadow's Dragon. We can have privacy the moment you decide you want me to taste you - you want to taste me."

Rather weakly, the protest coming out more for the sake of it than anything else, Ryuuji asked Terry, "...What about the cookies?" He'd been promised cookies! There were ingredients lying out for cookie-making. They really ought to make the cookies. They should. That was the whole point of them being here.

And the idea of making cookies came a distinct second place to seeing exactly what it would take to make Terry scream. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Ryuuji made a note to try talking to someone about his desire to break bones and how unhealthy that could be.

Terry smiled; A grin like sin and appetite. "There's always later." He licked his lips again. "If you want my hands to touch them. If not, you could ask the house elves. They've seen us both make them often enough." Terry leaned forward as much as he could and blew, trying to concentrate his breath to reach out and touch Ryuuji.

Ryuuji nearly took a step back but instead stayed still, then pushed it a step further by making himself reach out and touch Terry's mouth with just his index and middle fingers, pressing down against the area where the stone had scratched it open. With a smirk that mirrored Terry's want right back to him, thinking back to Terry's offer, he mentioned, "It doesn't count if you made yourself bleed."

He cupped Terry's chin in the palm of his hand, pulling it upwards to make Terry look at him, voice low and dark as his eyes, "I think that I'd rather break you."

The hint of fear on Terry's face was very, very real. And completely uncontrolled. As was the sudden intake of breath and the shiver of excitement than ran through his body; excitement an obviously so with the way his lips parted just a little more and his eyes got a touch unfocused. A flush hit his cheeks, growing slowly from his throat. And half the weight of his head just let go to be solely supported by Ryuuji's hand.

"Nothing to say, treasure?" There was a hint of mockery in Ryuuji's words, the rich laughing arrogance that curled over his words like colored smoke but that promised you were in on the joke and the joke wasn't on you, only on everyone else. "C'mon."

His eyes glittered, green and dangerous, and he ran his thumb over Terry's lips just to make the blood smudge over the corner of Terry's mouth and smear onto his cheek, "You've never had a problem thinking up something to say before. No witty comebacks or defiant one-liners now?"

Ryuuji took a half-step back, arm stretching out to keep hold of Terry but hold loosening in a way that hinted he might just let go if Terry couldn't come up with a proper answer.

"Hip. Collar bone. Wris - Collarbones." Wrist would mess with his manual dexterity. And without knowing exactly how things would be healed, he didn't want to take that chance again. His jaw clenched a moment and he tugged back, just enough so that Ryuuji's fingers were barely touching. He hadn't heard the in-joke, being too focused on riding out both his arousal and his fear.

Especially when one played into the other. "Don't lose me, Ryuu." Terry's eyes' pleaded, shifting from fun and snark to his real fear. That being with Ryuuji made him lose touch with the things that should scare him. Willingly letting Ryuuji break him - begging for it. Wanting it. Needing it. Terry had to look away by lowering his eyelids and his gaze.

...Lose?

"Funny that you'd be the one to say that when you're backing away." Staying perfectly still, Ryuuji waited the space of three heartbeats and then stepped forwards, firming his grip on Terry's chin and jerking up harshly so that he could look into Terry's eyes again. The flash of fear, unmixed with anything else -- Ryuuji needed to make sure that Terry understood that he wouldn't take this further than Terry was willing to go and that anything that happened between them didn't reflect on whatever else Terry did or wanted.

Just because Ryuuji wouldn't mind breaking Terry's hip or collarbone (wouldn't mind at all, would love it just like chocolate milk) didn't mean that he'd lose control and end up going overboard during some other situation. Same for Terry. Anything he begged for from Ryuuji didn't equal him wanting it from anyone else.

Dragons had special rules for playing with their treasure; treasure never looked as good as when it was dragon-guarded.

What Ryuuji meant and thought and what he actually said were too very different things. Terry's pulse sped up at the harsh movement. And his eyes were wide, but determined. Trust was the only thing keeping him from viewing the situation as hostile. "Funny how losing me doesn't seem to matter when the Dragon wants a bite. Crunch crunch, I'm lunch. Baser needs satisfied." Snark and fear. Terry smelled of fear. Of being overwhelmed. Of Ryuuji pushing him past all sensible boundaries. Arousal and confusion and the high bitter sweet of terror.

Ryuuji's eyes darkened suddenly with something quite different to lust and he stepped back, letting go of Terry and giving him room to breathe, "I'd stop if you told me to."

Terry had to know that. Had to. Why else would he be letting Ryuuji do anything with him?

"You've never told me to not do something and had me fail to listen."

"Ryuu." And the pleading was back in Terry's tone again, wrapped around desire like the thinnest glove. "I don't do what's best when it comes to you. I shouldn't want you to cut me. Or break me." The slight inhale was enough to show how much Terry still thrilled at the thought of that and how much he was holding himself back.

He closed his eyes, from wanting it. Ryuuji was so close. Just reach out a hand, lay it on his collar, kiss him and press.

"And I shouldn't want to do either of those, but I do anyway." Ryuuji returned, voice soft but the gamer still making no move to touch his lover once more, "I wouldn't do anything you didn't want. We're not hurting anyone else. You aren't going around trying to hurt yourself, and I'm not being pointlessly cruel at random either."

He really wanted to touch Terry now, even if only to emphasize his words, "As long as we know what we're doing and there's no permanent injury done, where's the harm in it? It doesn't count as hurting you if you're getting off on it."

"I never...I never got off on it before." Terry's eyes were fixed on one of Ryuuji's hands. He could almost feel it on his collar bone. His head bent back, exposing neck and a hint of skin along the v of his shirt. The half-begging purr slipped out again. He wanted to be kissed and fucked and hurt. And the fright of it hid itself away, leaving only longing because Ryuuji wasn't touching him anymore.

"Please." Soft, wicked little pleading as his body shook as if in withdrawal from Ryuuji's touch.

"First time for everything." Ryuuji couldn't help but grin at that, thinking about some other firsts that he'd been for Terry. Except they also reminded him of what had gone wrong, and that in turn made him be more careful. Please was good, but Terry said he didn't trust himself around Ryuuji. Ryuuji didn't want Terry to do anything he'd regret later. Maybe they really should have sat down and gone over what was permissable and what wasn't, when both of them weren't half-distracted by the burning, reason-destroying need for each other.

He reached out with one hand, keeping it just far enough away from Terry that even if Terry pulled against his bonds, he wouldn't be able to quite touch the hand that Ryuuji was pretending to offer. "Hedonism's not a crime, treasure. What's wrong with enjoying yourself?"

Terry watched Ryuuji's hand, leaning forward just a bit and then closed his eyes. Inside there was a tight struggle for control. It was easier than he expected. Nothing doused him cold inside like the memory of the last time he'd given into the moment to do something that felt off; his father's death. Even knowing that staying might have resulted in both their deaths - especially given his temper. It was hard not to wonder 'what if' - even now, after all he'd seen and done.

Ryuuji made him feel out of control. Ryuuji made him burn. He made hurt feel good. Up be down. Ryuuji shook him to his core in a way that felt - if not wrong, close to it and terrifying.

"Don't tease me, Ryuu." Despite his control, just knowing that hand was there, waiting, Terry leaned forward a little more, wanting one last touch, hoping it would soothe instead of inflame, despite his better judgement.

"What would you rather have me do?" Ryuuji leaned in just enough to let his fingertips gently brush over Terry's jaw, not quite holding it yet but letting the possibility of it be there -- the hint-promise of more contact, of support and the ability for Terry to just drop his weight and have it be caught.

His question wasn't quite rhetorical, and the smile on his lips could be called predatory were it not for how the care in Ryuuji's eyes took away from the sharp curve of his lips. He wanted to break Terry. He wanted to see what it would take to make Terry actually lose control and scream. He wanted -- he wanted Terry to still love him afterwards, to still want him and trust him, and he wanted that more than anything else.

Tension. In his shoulders, across his forehead. In his jaw. Terry shook his head. A short abrupt movement. He didn't know. The promise of those fingers made his eyes flutter open; wanting and needing. Everything felt all turned around from where they'd started and how they'd started. Terry felt like he wanted to climb out of his skin.

"Shhhh." It was a low, soothing sound, more to do with calming Terry than actually shutting him up. Ryuuji stepped forwards fully now, letting his fingers curve down to cup Terry's chin and licked over his lips, eyes dark and intense but still him. Still aware. Not out of control.

Yet.

He pressed lightly, and locked his gaze on Terry's, not looking away, "Tell me what you want, treasure-mine."

How could he tell Ryuuji when he didn't know! Games and games within games. Terry tried to turn his head away, but instead ended up nestling into the hand touching him, because it felt the most solid.

Ryuuji pressed the tips of his fingers down against Terry's cheek and pulled up just a little, encouraging Terry to look at him, "C'mon, treasure. You're tied down to a bench, in public and with me. Tell me what you want."

He smiled, voice low and honey-smooth, "To be untied? To be taken elsewhere? To be touched? Pick something, treasure. Unless you want to stay in limbo forever?"

Terry could still talk, after all. Ryuuji hadn't actually gagged him, tempting though that thought had been.

"Lair? Touch?" Hesitance overrode anything else, just for the moment of those two words. Terry sighed. Aching and sore, contorted and still wanting.

Ryuuji's voice seemed deceptively calm. There was a hammer somewhere, about to fall. Terry just didn't want to think about it, even knowing he should.


Well, Terry had made his choices, and that's what Ryuuji had been pushing him for. Not so much any choice in particular but Terry reacting to Ryuuji without just freezing up and fearing his own reactions. There wasn't much fun in playing with Terry if he was going to guilt himself over it.

...Unless it was along the lines of 'I'm a sick, sick slut for wanting this, fuck me harder, please!'. Ryuuji could deal with that, though it wasn't really his own personal kink. Self-hatred didn't appeal to him.

Terry hadn't said anything about the bonds on him, and Ryuuji considered removing them for a second, but instead, he simply transported the bench, Terry and himself to the Shadow Realm, then back to his lair. The heat made his skin seem to glow for a moment, flames warming him right through with a heat different to that which Terry's skin caused, and Ryuuji knelt in front of Terry, still touching him with only one hand but smiling like he was more enigmatic than the Sphinx.

There was something about being in a cave that was comforting. Not having to worry about an audience was also comforting. But most important was the freedom the place brought in terms of Terry not caring what he did next. He tumbled forward, risking bench and all, desperate for a kiss. Touch. Anything.

Had they stopped playing games? Would Ryuuji just touch him now. Not even the hard, crushing force that made him wonder if he was going crazy. But just touch him. Make everything better. Make them better.

Okay. Bench would end up crushing them unless Ryuuji made it disappear. Not good.

The bench disappeared away, bonds falling loose around Terry, and Ryuuji wound both arms around Terry, pulled him down and kissed him like he was soothing Terry and challenging him at once. One hand stroked up Terry's back, then rested on the back of his neck, fingers locating the pressure points and brushing over them in a dangerous little tease.

No up. No down. No sense. Drown in Ryuuji. Burn for Ryuuji. Saved by Ryuuji. Terry made a helpless tremor mew. It was followed by a half sob and a sigh. His mouth open and needy and warm; tongue enticing. Tension trembled in his muscles like a thousand ants and he just wanted to relax and let go. He needed Ryuuji. He'd admitted it, hadn't he? He just didn't like admitting where that need took him.

Forehead pressed against Ryuuji's shoulder, Terry tried not to think about the things going through his mind. The things that he obsessed over every time a kiss lashed up and out into flame.

Hand. Hip. Crush. Grip.

Trailing his fingers down Terry's spine, Ryuuji counted every vertebrae, nearly ritualistically. Terry was still dressed. That didn't seem appropriate at all, but magicking Terry's clothes off wouldn't have felt right either. He pushed Terry's shirt up instead, skin-on-skin now, and felt the burn flare up like he'd plunged his hand into fire and could feel all of the heat without any of the pain.

It made him press against Terry, turn the kiss claiming and demanding, a viciously possessive press of his mouth over Terry's with a half-growl that rumbled up from the back of his throat without any conscious thought on his part. Terry. Treasure.

His to break and protect and guard, and the taste of Terry's blood made Ryuuji's own blood feel like it was turning to liquid gold through some strange alchemy.

A thread of thought in Terry's mind, floated to the surface along with his body's tactic surrender; the soft, helpless, happy, sigh he gave at that growl. This was what he was really ashamed of. Not quite issues of masculinity. But issues of self-determination. What did it mean that hearing Ryuuji give that growl, made him weak from stomach to knees, and hard in the middle.

He blinked hard, trying not to think about it, arching into the touch on his chest. Trying to be mindless and just ride it. Terry swiveled his hips and writhed, trying to tug his pants down without having to give up the hold he had, around Ryuuji's waist, pulling him closer.