[ The rain is never ending, isn't it? It's early in the evening when Izō appears from the bedroom and into the main room. Dressed in just his juban and fundoshi beneath it, it seems he just woke up. He's been trying to stay inside as much as possible to avoid looking into the puddles and streaks of rain so the visions of Ryouma would stop haunting him.
"I came back for you." That's all he wanted to hear. That's all he could focus on lately.
Maybe that's why he nearly trips over Hijikata as he makes his way to a sink to get a glass of water. Izō doesn't even say anything, just gives him a look as he goes to open a cabinet. Karasu is exceptionally agitated and it just makes him feel that much worse.
He doesn't expect the silence to last; he can feel the tension in the air between them. Something will give sooner or later. ]
[The wolf calling his body home doesn't have a physical presence but the emotions she stirs up in him tonight have the same level of intensity. Metaphorically speaking, Asagi paces; she bares her teeth; she snarls with the whites of her eyes exposed. Up until now, she hadn't expressed any opinions on his roommate but as Izō skulks by, something about his presence sets her- and, by extension, Hijikata- on edge. The assassin always smells of blood and tonight is no different and yet it's suddenly all he can think about. How black his soul must be. How rotten. How corrupted- and still so arrogant.
Blood pounds in his ears.
Silently, Hijikata gets to his feet. His steps are light and quick, making little sound over even the creakiest of floorboards, and it might only be when his shadow falls over Izō's shoulder that he notices his approach. The collar of his juban hangs in a deep curve across the back of his neck, revealing slithers of skin in between the places his hair falls. The wings below look just as tousled.
Instead of talking, he leans forward and breathes his scent in. Lets it go. Takes it in again.
[ Izō almost drops the glass in his hand when he notices how much closer Hijikata suddenly is. He can feel the hairs on the back of his neck raise, his pulse pounding in his ears. The wolf knows, Karasu knows she does, and reiterates this to him again and again. Despite his fear, he doesn't stop what he's doing. Calmly, though with stiff movements, he fills his glass and drinks it down.
A crow has no chance once it's caught by a wolf. Izō has no chance of escape, nothing to defend himself with by the teeth and claws gifted to him by his youkai. Hijikata breathing down his neck is not what he needs right now.
He sets the glass down on the counter, still refusing to face the Berserker. ]
What? Ya smell somethin' ya like, miburo?
[ Fear becomes brazen arrogance when someone feels like they have nothing to lose. ]
[More silence. Hijikata continues to watch him, eyes darting back and forth between his wings and neck, lingering on each with a quiet hunger. There's a pulse in that throat, veins flooded with blood that Asagi urges him to spill, even if only in warning. She's every bit as proud as he is, after all, and the sneer in Izō's voice makes both their hackles rise.
Without thinking, he puts a hand either side of Izō and bows his head. His breath is hot against the side of his face, his voice a growl.]
The opposite. [It's overwhelming. The need to claw and bite and tear. But Hijikata is used to violence; it's stained his mind so thoroughly that it doesn't disturb him anymore.] I think I've had enough of your shit, manslayer.
[No, he can't kill him. Instead, he'll remind him exactly where he stands.]
[ His heart beats so hard that it feels like it might burst. Goosebumps break out over his skin as a cold chill hits him. A trickle of sweat runs down the side of his face. Fear is all he feels as he's trapped against the counter. No escape and yet his youkai screams at him to run, run.
Izō still doesn't turn. His attempts to be fearless in the face of death are hampered by his trembling body, unable to stop the quiver from creeping into his voice. ]
...So you're gonna kill me right here, huh?
[ Hijikata wouldn't be that bold, would he? The only hope of a defense he has in the glass near his hand. He could smash it across his face if he has to. ]
[That shake. The tremor in his voice. It feeds his ego like nothing else and Asagi seems just as pleased by it, even if it isn't in quite the same way. Hijikata draws the noose tighter, closing his body more tightly around Izō's in anticipation of an escape attempt.]
I don't want to kill you.
[It's too final, too easy a way out. Besides, he's committed himself to allying with him for the foreseeable future. The need to tear him apart is as fragmented as he suspects it will be fleeting but that doesn't mean he's going to push it away.
The samurai brings his mouth to Izō's ear.]
I want you to learn your place.
[His hand slides inwards, trying to pry the glass from his grasp.]
[ A hard shudder follows that threat breathed into his ear. Learn his place, huh? That meant he was going to get torn to shreds. Hijikata would tear into him given half the chance, anyway... ]
I'd like t' see ya try...
[ He needs to get away from him. By the time he realizes what's happening, Hijikata has pried the only thing he could use as a weapon nearby from his hand. Panic truly begins to set in as he sees his chances of escaping dwindle to nothing. If he'd been facing him instead of being pressed against the counter, he could just headbutt him.
Izō settles for the only thing he can think to do: a short, hard elbow to his side, aiming for the soft spot beneath his ribcage. It's desperate, but hopefully it'll be enough to create an opening.]
[Izō's elbow finds its mark, ripping a startlingly lupine yelp from Hijikata as pain shoots through his ribs. Dressed in just a light shirt and slacks, there's nothing to pad the blow and he staggers back, stunned more than truly hurting.
The nerve. The fucking nerve.
When he rounds on him again it's with all the fire and fury that he might have been expecting from the very start.]
You little-
[Winded as he is, the escape Izō just carved out stays clear. Just what he's going to do after that, though, depends on how fast he can run.]
[ Containing the fight to their apartment is probably the best way to limit any sort of collateral damage. It'd be easy enough for him to slip out the door and flee that way, but...
No. What he wants now is a weapon, because that will stop this from getting any worse. Izō quickly takes the window of escape he created to at least get some distance between them. The main area isn't very large and he'd left the door to the bedroom open, yet it still felt like an impossible task to reach it before Hijikata would be on him again.
Doesn't stop him from trying. His wings stretch out behind him; it won't give him much extra distance, but something is better than nothing. He doesn't even think that it puts part of him closer to Hijikata's grip again. ]
[Oh, he's certainly not but that's what makes him so enticing. Furious as the youkai within him is that he's let him escape- stop toying with him, I've had enough- he's enjoying the rush of the moment. Adrenaline screams through his veins as he springs after Izō. He has to get to him before he reaches either the door or a weapon or he'll get away with little more than a few ruffled feathers and that just won't do.
Everything seems to move in slow motion- and it's in those thin, stretched out few seconds that he spots an opening. Izō's body is out of reach but those wings betray him as they flare out and he seizes on the opportunity with characteristic fervour. Hijikata lashes out, hands closing around one wing and then the other and yanking him straight back into the kitchen area.]
Good. It means you're worth having.
[Hijikata tosses him to the ground and, before he can get back to his feet, is on him once more. Wrenching one arm behind his back and snapping his teeth at his wings when they get in the way, he pins him to the ground.]
[ Oh, that's a new kind of pain. No one has ever touched his wings before in any sense, so the suddenly hard pull forces an undignified yelp out of him. It's...different than being yanked back by an arm or leg -- much more sensitive, much more painful. Izō doesn't really have time to process the new pain before he's on his stomach with a familiar pain to accompany it.
This is worse than before. Hijikata outweighs him and there's only so much he can do in this position. It doesn't stop him from trying anything he can. He tries to push himself upright, only to realize that puts more pressure on the arm behind his back. Squirming and flailing, his attempts to free himself are not graceul or nuanced, but desperate. Izō bends his free arm back to claw at whatever he can reach. ]
[It's not entirely futile. The swipes that land catch on his shirt and tear at the fabric, or leave red-raw scratches along his forearms where his sleeves are rolled up. Rather than try and restrain both of his arms, though, Hijikata snatches a handful of his hair and yanks his head back.]
Give me one good reason I shouldn't tear you apart right now-! [He huffs against his throat in a mixture of aggression and exertion. But his next words don't feel entirely like his own; if Izō glances back, he might notice a slightly glazed over look in his eyes.] I'm sick of the smell of you... immoral and blackened and bloody... it's only right for you to take this form, really. Your spirit is as impure as the creature inside you.
[ Izō tries to jerk his head free, which only causes more pain. Wild-eyed and with teeth bared, he looks for all the world like a wild animal, much more like the youkai that inhabits his body than Izō himself. He grabs Hijikata's forearm, his claws digging in. Pain isn't likely to deter him, but like hell he's going to let this go without a fight.
...Even if it's not the samurai who's truly behind the aggression. That look on his face, those words -- Asagi, that's what he called her, wasn't it? She's the one pushing him towards this. Hijikata isn't one to attack without provocation and, yes, while they got along poorly, Izō hadn't done anything lately to provoke this kind of response. ]
...You're jus' doin' what that wolf wants. Do ya really wanna tear me apart or is it jus' her, huh?!
[What he intends to do is slam that smug face down onto the floor but he can't move. At the peak of his anger, something stays his hand and that realisation alone brings him back from the brink. Why is he doing this? Or rather, for who? Hijikata doesn't question orders, doesn't stop to quibble when duty calls, but this-
"Why are you listening to him?"
Why is he listening to her?
"Kill him or don't. But he has to learn where he belongs."
Hijikata glances back down at him. Of course. Of course, that much makes sense to him in his hazy, feral state and he sinks into the justification like a comfy chair. His breathing slows but his teeth are still bared, his pupils blown wide.]
... what I want... is for you to submit to me, Okada.
[ Izō flinches when he shouts, waiting for the inevitable pain to follow. It never comes, though. His face doesn't meet the hard flooring beneath him like he expects it to. No pain, just a lull.
It's enough to get him to let go of Hijikata's arm. All he has to do is submit, huh? As much as it would wound his pride and make the man on top of him absolutely insufferable, it sounds like a good option. It would mean less injury for the both of them, less headache to deal with later, less blood to clean up. Karasu, of course, doesn't think it's a good option; he'd much rather rip and tear into Hijikata given the slightest chance.
The feral look fades to a milder one, still defiant, just not nearly as wild. Fine. If that's what it takes...It's not like he can sink much lower than he already has. ]
[Hijikata watches him for a few breaths more, heart pounding and body taut in expectation of an underhanded counterattack- but it doesn't come. Rather, Izō's body language shifts into something more begrudgingly accepting: it's still angry, still hostile, but without the potential for real violence. The change is rewarded immediately as he lets go of his hair and lifts a small amount of lung-crushing weight from his body.
Good. Good.
What he does next, though, is entirely instinctual. Asagi hums in his ear, placated but not entirely done with her demands.]
You asked for this. Just remember that you asked for this.
[With that warning, he presses his face into Izō's neck and chuffs into the exposed skin. He inhales his scent, familiarises himself with it, lets his tongue roll out of the corner of his mouth to lick a stripe up towards the base of his ear-
In a distant way, Hijikata wonders if he's completely lost it.]
[ Hijikata is not alone in that thought. Izō expected so many things. He expected a knee to his neck, his face against the floor, a sharper pain in his shoulder. What he did not expect at all -- ever, much less right now -- was the warmth and wetness against the back of his neck. He's so surprised, in fact, that he can't help but make a confused, though not entirely displeased, noise. ]
W-what are ya doin'?!
[ But he doesn't struggle beyond his confused shout. No, somehow that strange action gets him to settle down just a little bit further. It's been too long since anyone's paid him attention like this...God, what's wrong with him? Why is he letting this happen? ]
[One hand gropes around the front of his juban, wrenching at the fabric until his claws find soft, warm skin to sink into. He can feel Izō's heart pounding beneath his fingertips and the way it thunders is enough of a distraction to take the snarl out of his voice for a moment.]
I told you to shut up.
[Finally, some of the weight lifts from the assassin's back. Hijikata shifts his position, moving from pinning him to planting his knees either side of him instead. He's still far too close- not close enough- but at least he should be able to breathe properly. At least, he should be able to for about five seconds. It's all the time he'll get to prepare himself before Hijikata bears down on him once more, this time mouthing hungrily at his neck. He doesn't break the skin but these aren't the same coy licks and nips from before either.]
[ It's not an answer, but his intentions are made crystal clear very quickly. Izō can only moan as Hijikata bears down on him again. It hurts, yes, but he doesn't care; as much as it hurts, it feels just as good. He squirms beneath him, going so far as to lower his shoulder to expose more of his neck to him. Nothing is done to discourage him, no, in fact, he's doing everything he can to encourage him.
...This is a problem. He's supposed to be forcing him to submit, isn't he? And, well, it's working. This just isn't the type of submission he'd been expecting -- at all. Izō can already feel himself getting hard at the attention; at least he's on his stomach so that fact isn't immediately evident in his state of undress. ]
[With more skin on show, Hijikata bites across the nape of his neck, moving downwards over the first notch of his spine. At the same time, the hand grasping around in his juban finds the curve of his chest where he follows the hollow of his sternum upwards. There's no way he'll be able to fully smother Izō's scent- it doesn't even occur to him how pointless a desire it is- but that doesn't stop him from trying.
His scent. His pack. Izō is one of his, which means that for all he punishes and dominates, Hijikata finds himself just as willing to protect- and in this case, it's from Asagi.
There's a growl in the back of his throat. Low and warning and yet somehow satisfied too.]
Good.
[Hijikata withdraws his hand, but only so that he can work on working his juban over his wings.]
[ As brief as it is, it's another moment to breathe. His heart still pounds in his chest, a fine accompaniment to his ragged breathing. Hijikata is nothing if not overwhelming -- that doesn't surprise Izō, considering what he's seen from him in battle. It's another thing to actually experience it, though.
A moment is all he gets once again. Izō stretches his wings back and away just slightly so they don't hit Hijikata, easing the removal of his clothing. Is this part of submitting: actually helping him out? He doesn't want to lose his wings -- that's how he justifies it to himself. It's self-preservation to make it easier for Hijikata to dominate him.
Easier than admitting he likes being put in his place and being praised for it. ]
[Feathers brush against his face as Izō extends his wings, silkier than he expected with an inky black sheen. The down at their base is softer and finer still and he can't resist threading his fingers through it with an appreciative rumble. At the same time, he slides his juban off of him and tosses it aside.]
We're in this together now. [Hijikata leans in as closely as Izō's wings will allow and runs his tongue across the curve of his ear.] A pack.
[Does he think he's seen the Wolf of Mibu at his most feral? If so, he's in for a shock. Hijikata digs the claws of one hand into one side of his hips, yanking them up against his own, as the other presses his upper body into the ground in a sudden arch of his back.]
[ The gentle touch against the base of his wings is...surprising. Intense, too, so much so that he shudders. He'd never let anyone touch them at all, so this is a learning experience -- a dangerous one. Izō made the mistake of letting his guard down and getting too caught up in the physical pleasure; he'd almost forgotten how this all started.
Hijikata quickly reminds him. His chest forced against the floor, his ass pushed back against him...May as well make this more difficult for him. Izō rolls his hips as he presses back against him with a low moan. Karasu half-wonders if he shouldn't wrest control away from him right now and put an end to this. ]
[Hijikata doesn't even fight the low, animalistic groan that slips from his lips as the assassin pushes into him. If he wasn't hard before, he is now and he's shameless about grinding back against him.
His fingertips trace the tattoo on his arm, following the two lines like braille. Though he wasn't present for its branding, he's all too familiar with the story it tells and, just for a moment, he's lucid enough to be disgusted with himself. The Vice Commander of the Shinsengumi, rutting on the floor of a damp apartment with insurrectionist scum. Would he want Kondō to see him like this? Or Okita? Hell, even Saito?
And then the sound that Izō makes snaps him straight back into his predatory haze.
Breathing hard, Hijikata yanks the fastenings of his slacks open and pulls his cock out so that he can slide it between Izō's thighs.]
[ All he can do is press his thighs just a little tighter together. As much as he'd like to make it difficult for him, Izō is too worked up to do that. No, he just gives into his own desires -- and Hijikata's, apparently.
In this position, it's easy to feel the heat from Izō's own arousal, even through the cloth still in the way. It's maddening to not be completely nude right now; he wants so badly to feel Hijikata's cock against his own, as evidenced by his motions and frustrated sounds. And yet...He still doesn't fight it. This is good enough for now -- mostly because the idea of taking him without any kind of preparation is a little intimidating. He's big and while Izō could take him like this, walking the next few days would be a nightmare.
[It's not the physical side of things he should really be worried about. Whatever happens, Hijikata is going to leave him marked up so thoroughly that no one should have any doubts as to who he allies himself with. It's only a shame that they won't be more permanent. No, he's more concerned with leaving him figuratively broken.
Hijikata ruts into him, aggressive and demanding, growling whenever he senses even the slightest amount of slack in the press of Izō's thighs. It's taking everything not to fuck him in earnest but this was never about pleasure and he has just enough discipline left in him to hold back. After all, he's fairly certain it's what Izō wants too and he can't allow that.
Instead, he digs his claws into the space between his wings, drawing angry red lines alongside his spine.]
You fell apart so quickly, manslayer. Why are you still acting so full of yourself? [He laughs and then, before he can stop himself-] Wouldn't you rather be full of something else?
[God, it's fucking ridiculous but when he breathes it into his hair, lets it roll across his tongue in a languid, indulgent purr, it feels good.]
[ He endured severe torture in his life; it would take a lot more than what Hijikata can dish out right now to break him entirely. His strength of will is nothing if not enduring. Even though he's definitely in danger, he endures the punishment laid upon him. Blood wells to the surface of the scratches in pinpoint little spots; it never quite spills over but gives brilliant color to the marks left.
The moan that follows the scratches turns into a low laugh as Hijikata says...that so plainly. If it hadn't been for his tone -- that low, husky rumble that sent a shiver down his spine -- Izō may have laughed harder and told him to fuck off. As it stands, he's willing to play along. ]
Hah...What, ya got somethin' ya wanna fill me up with?
[ This isn't for pleasure, no, but it doesn't mean he isn't take it where he can get it. Hijikata can get off on the power of his position all he wants; Izō will get off on being put in his place and pushing back where ever he can. Push and pull, give and take. ]
[Claws paint violent patterns across his back and thighs, leaving smears of blood where his nails don't dig in far enough to break the skin. Hijikata's head is pounding. A mixture of primal aggression, arousal and Asagi's subtle, irritated growl clouds his thoughts to the point where it's easier to focus on the pleasure than trying to untangle himself from them.
It's not enough to stop him from teasing Izō, though. He laughs again.]
... hmm. You haven't earned it yet.
[At once, the pistoning of his hips stops and he sits back, panting hard but looking thoroughly pleased with himself. He's already mourning the loss of contact but it's worth it to know that he's taken something that he knows for a fact that Izō wants away.]
[ It couldn't be that easy and he knew it. Izō stays where he'd been pushed for a few moments as his mind catches up to everything else. It's cold against the floor without the heat of Hijikata bearing down on him and it's rapidly cooling the sticky pre on his inner thighs. His senses return enough to recognize the stinging pain of his torn up back, though not enough to do anything about it.
He slowly sits up and takes a moment to stretch out his aching arms and back. His wings stretch out completely before folding against his back once again. It's only then that he turns to face Hijikata, still defiant in the face of everything. ]
Ya think I learned anythin'? [ A sharp laugh. Karasu's agitation is only making this worse as it bleeds over into Izō. ] If ya want me t' bow, ya gotta make me.
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"I came back for you." That's all he wanted to hear. That's all he could focus on lately.
Maybe that's why he nearly trips over Hijikata as he makes his way to a sink to get a glass of water. Izō doesn't even say anything, just gives him a look as he goes to open a cabinet. Karasu is exceptionally agitated and it just makes him feel that much worse.
He doesn't expect the silence to last; he can feel the tension in the air between them. Something will give sooner or later. ]
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Blood pounds in his ears.
Silently, Hijikata gets to his feet. His steps are light and quick, making little sound over even the creakiest of floorboards, and it might only be when his shadow falls over Izō's shoulder that he notices his approach. The collar of his juban hangs in a deep curve across the back of his neck, revealing slithers of skin in between the places his hair falls. The wings below look just as tousled.
Instead of talking, he leans forward and breathes his scent in. Lets it go. Takes it in again.
His new tail lashes restlessly back and forth.]
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A crow has no chance once it's caught by a wolf. Izō has no chance of escape, nothing to defend himself with by the teeth and claws gifted to him by his youkai. Hijikata breathing down his neck is not what he needs right now.
He sets the glass down on the counter, still refusing to face the Berserker. ]
What? Ya smell somethin' ya like, miburo?
[ Fear becomes brazen arrogance when someone feels like they have nothing to lose. ]
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Without thinking, he puts a hand either side of Izō and bows his head. His breath is hot against the side of his face, his voice a growl.]
The opposite. [It's overwhelming. The need to claw and bite and tear. But Hijikata is used to violence; it's stained his mind so thoroughly that it doesn't disturb him anymore.] I think I've had enough of your shit, manslayer.
[No, he can't kill him. Instead, he'll remind him exactly where he stands.]
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Izō still doesn't turn. His attempts to be fearless in the face of death are hampered by his trembling body, unable to stop the quiver from creeping into his voice. ]
...So you're gonna kill me right here, huh?
[ Hijikata wouldn't be that bold, would he? The only hope of a defense he has in the glass near his hand. He could smash it across his face if he has to. ]
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I don't want to kill you.
[It's too final, too easy a way out. Besides, he's committed himself to allying with him for the foreseeable future. The need to tear him apart is as fragmented as he suspects it will be fleeting but that doesn't mean he's going to push it away.
The samurai brings his mouth to Izō's ear.]
I want you to learn your place.
[His hand slides inwards, trying to pry the glass from his grasp.]
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I'd like t' see ya try...
[ He needs to get away from him. By the time he realizes what's happening, Hijikata has pried the only thing he could use as a weapon nearby from his hand. Panic truly begins to set in as he sees his chances of escaping dwindle to nothing. If he'd been facing him instead of being pressed against the counter, he could just headbutt him.
Izō settles for the only thing he can think to do: a short, hard elbow to his side, aiming for the soft spot beneath his ribcage. It's desperate, but hopefully it'll be enough to create an opening.]
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The nerve. The fucking nerve.
When he rounds on him again it's with all the fire and fury that he might have been expecting from the very start.]
You little-
[Winded as he is, the escape Izō just carved out stays clear. Just what he's going to do after that, though, depends on how fast he can run.]
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[ Containing the fight to their apartment is probably the best way to limit any sort of collateral damage. It'd be easy enough for him to slip out the door and flee that way, but...
No. What he wants now is a weapon, because that will stop this from getting any worse. Izō quickly takes the window of escape he created to at least get some distance between them. The main area isn't very large and he'd left the door to the bedroom open, yet it still felt like an impossible task to reach it before Hijikata would be on him again.
Doesn't stop him from trying. His wings stretch out behind him; it won't give him much extra distance, but something is better than nothing. He doesn't even think that it puts part of him closer to Hijikata's grip again. ]
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Everything seems to move in slow motion- and it's in those thin, stretched out few seconds that he spots an opening. Izō's body is out of reach but those wings betray him as they flare out and he seizes on the opportunity with characteristic fervour. Hijikata lashes out, hands closing around one wing and then the other and yanking him straight back into the kitchen area.]
Good. It means you're worth having.
[Hijikata tosses him to the ground and, before he can get back to his feet, is on him once more. Wrenching one arm behind his back and snapping his teeth at his wings when they get in the way, he pins him to the ground.]
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This is worse than before. Hijikata outweighs him and there's only so much he can do in this position. It doesn't stop him from trying anything he can. He tries to push himself upright, only to realize that puts more pressure on the arm behind his back. Squirming and flailing, his attempts to free himself are not graceul or nuanced, but desperate. Izō bends his free arm back to claw at whatever he can reach. ]
Get off!
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Give me one good reason I shouldn't tear you apart right now-! [He huffs against his throat in a mixture of aggression and exertion. But his next words don't feel entirely like his own; if Izō glances back, he might notice a slightly glazed over look in his eyes.] I'm sick of the smell of you... immoral and blackened and bloody... it's only right for you to take this form, really. Your spirit is as impure as the creature inside you.
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...Even if it's not the samurai who's truly behind the aggression. That look on his face, those words -- Asagi, that's what he called her, wasn't it? She's the one pushing him towards this. Hijikata isn't one to attack without provocation and, yes, while they got along poorly, Izō hadn't done anything lately to provoke this kind of response. ]
...You're jus' doin' what that wolf wants. Do ya really wanna tear me apart or is it jus' her, huh?!
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[What he intends to do is slam that smug face down onto the floor but he can't move. At the peak of his anger, something stays his hand and that realisation alone brings him back from the brink. Why is he doing this? Or rather, for who? Hijikata doesn't question orders, doesn't stop to quibble when duty calls, but this-
"Why are you listening to him?"
Why is he listening to her?
"Kill him or don't. But he has to learn where he belongs."
Hijikata glances back down at him. Of course. Of course, that much makes sense to him in his hazy, feral state and he sinks into the justification like a comfy chair. His breathing slows but his teeth are still bared, his pupils blown wide.]
... what I want... is for you to submit to me, Okada.
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It's enough to get him to let go of Hijikata's arm. All he has to do is submit, huh? As much as it would wound his pride and make the man on top of him absolutely insufferable, it sounds like a good option. It would mean less injury for the both of them, less headache to deal with later, less blood to clean up. Karasu, of course, doesn't think it's a good option; he'd much rather rip and tear into Hijikata given the slightest chance.
The feral look fades to a milder one, still defiant, just not nearly as wild. Fine. If that's what it takes...It's not like he can sink much lower than he already has. ]
...Then make me.
[ He wouldn't let it be that easy. ]
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Good. Good.
What he does next, though, is entirely instinctual. Asagi hums in his ear, placated but not entirely done with her demands.]
You asked for this. Just remember that you asked for this.
[With that warning, he presses his face into Izō's neck and chuffs into the exposed skin. He inhales his scent, familiarises himself with it, lets his tongue roll out of the corner of his mouth to lick a stripe up towards the base of his ear-
In a distant way, Hijikata wonders if he's completely lost it.]
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W-what are ya doin'?!
[ But he doesn't struggle beyond his confused shout. No, somehow that strange action gets him to settle down just a little bit further. It's been too long since anyone's paid him attention like this...God, what's wrong with him? Why is he letting this happen? ]
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I told you to shut up.
[Finally, some of the weight lifts from the assassin's back. Hijikata shifts his position, moving from pinning him to planting his knees either side of him instead. He's still far too close- not close enough- but at least he should be able to breathe properly. At least, he should be able to for about five seconds. It's all the time he'll get to prepare himself before Hijikata bears down on him once more, this time mouthing hungrily at his neck. He doesn't break the skin but these aren't the same coy licks and nips from before either.]
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...This is a problem. He's supposed to be forcing him to submit, isn't he? And, well, it's working. This just isn't the type of submission he'd been expecting -- at all. Izō can already feel himself getting hard at the attention; at least he's on his stomach so that fact isn't immediately evident in his state of undress. ]
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His scent. His pack. Izō is one of his, which means that for all he punishes and dominates, Hijikata finds himself just as willing to protect- and in this case, it's from Asagi.
There's a growl in the back of his throat. Low and warning and yet somehow satisfied too.]
Good.
[Hijikata withdraws his hand, but only so that he can work on working his juban over his wings.]
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A moment is all he gets once again. Izō stretches his wings back and away just slightly so they don't hit Hijikata, easing the removal of his clothing. Is this part of submitting: actually helping him out? He doesn't want to lose his wings -- that's how he justifies it to himself. It's self-preservation to make it easier for Hijikata to dominate him.
Easier than admitting he likes being put in his place and being praised for it. ]
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We're in this together now. [Hijikata leans in as closely as Izō's wings will allow and runs his tongue across the curve of his ear.] A pack.
[Does he think he's seen the Wolf of Mibu at his most feral? If so, he's in for a shock. Hijikata digs the claws of one hand into one side of his hips, yanking them up against his own, as the other presses his upper body into the ground in a sudden arch of his back.]
Learn your place in it.
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Hijikata quickly reminds him. His chest forced against the floor, his ass pushed back against him...May as well make this more difficult for him. Izō rolls his hips as he presses back against him with a low moan. Karasu half-wonders if he shouldn't wrest control away from him right now and put an end to this. ]
Put me in my place, then, if ya can...
[ Like he's really fighting it right now. ]
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His fingertips trace the tattoo on his arm, following the two lines like braille. Though he wasn't present for its branding, he's all too familiar with the story it tells and, just for a moment, he's lucid enough to be disgusted with himself. The Vice Commander of the Shinsengumi, rutting on the floor of a damp apartment with insurrectionist scum. Would he want Kondō to see him like this? Or Okita? Hell, even Saito?
And then the sound that Izō makes snaps him straight back into his predatory haze.
Breathing hard, Hijikata yanks the fastenings of his slacks open and pulls his cock out so that he can slide it between Izō's thighs.]
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In this position, it's easy to feel the heat from Izō's own arousal, even through the cloth still in the way. It's maddening to not be completely nude right now; he wants so badly to feel Hijikata's cock against his own, as evidenced by his motions and frustrated sounds. And yet...He still doesn't fight it. This is good enough for now -- mostly because the idea of taking him without any kind of preparation is a little intimidating. He's big and while Izō could take him like this, walking the next few days would be a nightmare.
It'd be worth it. ]
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Hijikata ruts into him, aggressive and demanding, growling whenever he senses even the slightest amount of slack in the press of Izō's thighs. It's taking everything not to fuck him in earnest but this was never about pleasure and he has just enough discipline left in him to hold back. After all, he's fairly certain it's what Izō wants too and he can't allow that.
Instead, he digs his claws into the space between his wings, drawing angry red lines alongside his spine.]
You fell apart so quickly, manslayer. Why are you still acting so full of yourself? [He laughs and then, before he can stop himself-] Wouldn't you rather be full of something else?
[God, it's fucking ridiculous but when he breathes it into his hair, lets it roll across his tongue in a languid, indulgent purr, it feels good.]
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The moan that follows the scratches turns into a low laugh as Hijikata says...that so plainly. If it hadn't been for his tone -- that low, husky rumble that sent a shiver down his spine -- Izō may have laughed harder and told him to fuck off. As it stands, he's willing to play along. ]
Hah...What, ya got somethin' ya wanna fill me up with?
[ This isn't for pleasure, no, but it doesn't mean he isn't take it where he can get it. Hijikata can get off on the power of his position all he wants; Izō will get off on being put in his place and pushing back where ever he can. Push and pull, give and take. ]
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It's not enough to stop him from teasing Izō, though. He laughs again.]
... hmm. You haven't earned it yet.
[At once, the pistoning of his hips stops and he sits back, panting hard but looking thoroughly pleased with himself. He's already mourning the loss of contact but it's worth it to know that he's taken something that he knows for a fact that Izō wants away.]
Face me. Bow down. Show me what you've learned.
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He slowly sits up and takes a moment to stretch out his aching arms and back. His wings stretch out completely before folding against his back once again. It's only then that he turns to face Hijikata, still defiant in the face of everything. ]
Ya think I learned anythin'? [ A sharp laugh. Karasu's agitation is only making this worse as it bleeds over into Izō. ] If ya want me t' bow, ya gotta make me.