[Sometimes, Dimitri wishes his already questionable grasp on reality would just vanish. If he lost himself entirely, then maybe he wouldn't be so keenly aware of all the ways in which he's utterly helpless. He has no way of getting home on his own and is completely at the mercy of this society and its expectations: either he plays along and gets sent home eventually, or he fights and becomes a ghost trapped for all eternity. This world is disgusting, unjust in ways that Dimitri never could have dreamed of before having the misfortune of ending up here.
Even so, the choice is clear.
He'll play along. Apparently, the system these people have is capable of sending him back to the moment he was torn from Fodlan as if no time has passed, so waiting it out is the safest course of action. He hates it, but what would fighting accomplish? Tanagura's science is advanced to the point that it may as well be magic from his perspective. The people of this world are capable of some truly spectacular things, feats beyond his imagining. Upon arrival, Dimitri found his lost eye restored as if regenerating a body part was nothing. Elites are expected to look the part, apparently, even when they're just temporary residents waiting for the glitch in the system to be corrected so they can return home. He's given a luxurious apartment in a tower so tall that it pierces to the clouds, and he's also given a monthly stipend just for existing.
One that he's expected to spend, of course.
Attending the twice-annual pet auctions is mandatory for new elites. Even though Dimitri's become a monster, the auctions utterly sicken him. Still, he can suck it up and do a lap around the convention if he must. He almost misses Felix due to being focused on his single-minded march through this depraved show. But a woman approaches his enclosure, asking his handler to give him a jolt to force him to straighten up so she can examine him more thoroughly. It's enough to get him to at least glance over.
The sight that awaits him is unthinkable to the point that Dimitri temporarily wonders if he's finally lost the last of his sanity. Felix, dressed up head to toe in a lacy little number that does nothing to actually make him decent. Dimitri's eyes widen, breath catching in his throat. He's so shocked that he doesn't even notice the cat ears initially. Dimitri's feet carry him up to the invisible boundary keeping Felix fenced in as he stares down at him in disbelief.
"Aww, look at the way the tail puffs up!" the potential buyer says with a laugh. "Fussy kitties are the cutest."]
[The past month's been hell to say the least of it, but given the lack of choice he has on the matter, Felix rolls with it the best he could.
Even if it means being degraded like this.
He hadn't gone down without a fight, of course. And it's exactly what landed him in this situation in the first place--mouthing off to an "elite" for his most ludicrous proposition, confined afterwards for this sick show, himself ogled at as if he were like some goddess forsaken show horse.
It's pathetic. Humiliating, but nothing quite tops any of his experiences as seeing who exactly is looking down at him that moment.
His tail remains puffed up as he gapes at the blond man inspecting him, his older features familiar as Felix keeps himself on all fours, sitting with his back straight despite his earlier embarrassment. Could it be...
Felix's eyes widen before he narrows them at this new arrival. ...The boar.He says as much as his ears flatten against his head, but the words are muffled by the gag--the consequence for mouthing off sometime back as his captors set him on these pillows. Tempted as he is to reach for it and rip it out, his handler had already shocked him as punishment for trying.
So he refrains, and instead lets his glare speak for itself. What in the world is Dimitri--if it really is him--doing in this goddess-forsaken world?]
[That glare snaps him out of it. Yes, that's definitely Felix — but he'll take out his palm reader and scan the information tag off to the side of the invisible enclosure, just in case nostalgia and loneliness isn't playing tricks on him.
Premium young pet, not yet fully grown, a virgin. Good pedigree, comes from a knight's family on a primitive world that has loyally served the royalty of his homeland for generations. It goes on to detail that he's "feisty" and describes him as being highly responsive to physical stimuli, then it starts listing the alterations that have been made to him along with his price.
The starting bid alone is more money than ten years' worth of the stipend he receives from Tanagura could cover.
Dimitri feels sick. Sure, he takes his pleasure from tormenting enemy soldiers every now and again, but not like this. He doesn't steal their dignity and keep them as a cockwarmer. That's a brand of depravity he just doesn't have in him, and the thought of one of his oldest friends being subject to that affects him powerfully enough to pierce through the icy shell he protects himself with these days. Can he really walk away from this? If he ever wants to have his vengeance, then he must. He can't win against Tanagura's technology, and he can't afford to buy Felix outright. He just stares at the little blurb on his palm reader blankly, feeling numb.
And then he realizes that there is, perhaps, something he can do.
Dimitri tucks his palm reader in his pocket and approaches the enclosure proper again, meeting Felix's gaze once more. He begs Felix with his eyes, pleading with him to play along and to understand what he's about to do.]
[It seems to be Dimitri alright, considering that spark of recognition he mirrors. Something's changed, however, and it's not just how much bigger and broad he seems now. There's something empty about the way he studies him and brings up his reader, nothing like the young man that would have blushed at the sight of such disgrace.
In fact, at the rate he's coldly inspecting him, he wouldn't have been surprised if Dimitri just decided to abandon him outright, leaving him at the mercy of his captors or whichever elite decides to buy him later.
It's a chilling thought, one Felix almost resigns himself to, but then Dimitri catches his eye, pleading... for what? Felix's gaze flickers with curiosity, ears relaxing only slightly but nonetheless on alert as he waits, wondering what Dimitri is planning.]
You, [he says to the handler, turning away from Felix.] My palm reader seems to be malfunctioning. Would you mind reading his information for me?
["Of course, sir," the handler says cheerfully, proceeding to happily rattle off what Dimitri just read. When she comes up on the part that talks about his family, he stops her.]
You expect me to believe someone bred for loyalty would sell himself so easily?
[There's a dangerous edge to Dimitri's tone, crackling like fire. The handler balks slightly, not having anticipated that line of questioning.
"Well, you know, Ceres can be terribly uncomfortable... these mongrels don't know what's good for them, of course, so he may have taken a little convincing."
Dimitri scoffs. Ridiculous — it's obvious just looking at Felix that he's not here willingly.]
It is illegal to steal someone's pet. Putting a stolen pet up for sale is an even heavier crime.
[The potential buyer looks at the handler warily. "Do you have his license...?"]
Of course not, [Dimitri cuts in before the handler can manage to produce one.]
He belongs to me. You said it yourself just now, did you not? That he serves the royal family of his homeland. Remove that gag of his and ask him who I am.
[Now, he just has to hope that the gesture of removing the gag is enough to prompt Felix to cooperate until they're clear of this place. The handler hesitates, but with the potential buyer watching so closely and recording in case it turns into a scene, there's really no choice. They lower the barrier and step in, removing Felix's gag.]
[At first, Felix thinks Dimitri might try something drastic like breaking him out of here.
But then his rough voice rumbles in Felix's ears, outrageous words slipping past his lips. Felix wears his shock clear in his expression, eyes wide as he follows the exchange, the most ridiculous ever claim pushed forth as it goes on.
Someone's pet? Felix, of all people? What in the world is he going on about? What game is Dimitri playing at? Or perhaps, is this just another person who might just look like an older Dimitri, with some slave that looks exactly like Felix...?
It seems like too much of a coincidence, but considering the potential alternatives, Felix decides to play along, seeing if he could at least straighten out this thing to be sure. Even if it comes at a humiliating price.]
Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, [Felix manages to spit out, the name rolling bitterly off his tongue as he keeps his gaze averted,] b--crown prince of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus.
[Thank the goddess, he's playing along. Dimitri takes out his palm reader again, flashing his identification to the handler. Judging from how nauseous they suddenly look, the ploy has worked.
"We're so sorry about the mix-up", they say hurriedly, moving to grab two silver rings. "Why don't I get him properly registered to you so we can forget all about this unfortunate misunderstanding?"]
You had best not forget. If those alterations cause any medical problems, I will be getting in contact with you again.
["Of course. Ah, here, this is the master's ring..."
Rings... they look like silver wedding bands. Once upon a time, he would have turned an incredible shade of red if someone tried to get him to exchange rings with Felix. Now, he doesn't have enough emotional energy to be embarrassed. He takes the master's ring and slips it where he would put a signet ring. The other ring is handed to Felix with the clear expectation that he is to put it on right now.]
[Rings?! Felix, for better or for worse, is embarrassed enough for the two of them, coloring visibly as he takes the ring and reluctantly slips it on. The tingle that envelops him from head to toe isn't exactly unpleasant, but his skin crawls with the implications nonetheless...
Ears twitching slightly, he glances warily towards Dimitri, unsure if he likes the confirmation that it is, indeed, the boar prince he's come to detest. Is this truly better than being beholden to those madmen that had forced a certain role upon him?]
["All done!" they say nervously. "We will send his palm reader and the items he had on him to your room. Would you like a leash for him?"]
That will not be necessary. Come, Felix.
[Felix is definitely going to be angry, but Dimitri just wants to get away from prying eyes as quickly as possible. He turns with a flourish that makes his cape flutter dramatically, walking with confidence as he navigates their way out of the convention center. It's packed with people and obscene items and even live sex shows, but Dimitri ignores it all, only stopping if the crowd threatens to separate them. It would be nice if he could remove his cloak and cover Felix up — too many eyes trail after him for Dimitri's tastes.
At his determined pace, it only takes them five minutes to get outside. Dimitri's already called for a hovercar, which he steps up to. The doors lift automatically once he gets close, and he motions for Felix to get inside and sit. Blessedly, an AI drives the thing and he's able to remove his cloak and toss it on Felix.]
[It rankles at him how Dimitri calls for him like a dog to heel, but besides a characteristic glower, he follows as instructed, very much eager to put some distance between himself and this damn place. Never mind the gazes that trail after them--nay, Felix specifically. His captors have often whispered about his estimated worth, and invested everything into making him a worthwhile pet, for however disgusting that concept is.
By the time they're inside the car, Felix's irritation has built itself to a healthy level, overshadowing any embarrassment he feels at being seen like this. The way Dimitri simply tosses his cloak over Felix like he's some object to be covered up only adds up to it, and while he does take refuge in it (it's warm and he is not exactly enthusiastic about being paraded around in lingerie), he does glare at Dimitri once more, quite pissed at this turn of events.]
[Why is he scowling at him for that?! It seems a safe bet that Felix would prefer being covered up. Dimitri just frowns at him, folding his arms to look out the window as the car starts to rise up.]
Preventing you from being sold off as a sex slave. If you find that objectionable, feel free to keep running your mouth.
[He didn't expect thanks, but he did expect Felix to hold his tongue at least until they got to the apartment. Being scolded in an enclosed space raises his hackles.]
[It's Dimitri as the exchange in the shop had earlier proven, but the way he responds has Felix blinking in confusion at first, nothing at all like the eager to please fool of a prince he hand encountered back in the academy.]
And you'll do what? [Felix asks, determined to draw upon his anger instead of his confusion threatening to make a mess of everything.] Send me back there like some defective product?
[Though a part of Dimitri can't help but feel pity for his past self now that Felix knows, it is something of a relief to have it out there. Sure, a part of him enjoyed the physical contact, but keeping his response to said contact a secret was stressful. Now he doesn't have to sit there feeling guilty if Felix ever decides to come crawling back in bed with him again.
Not that he does. As Dimitri predicted, Felix is disgusted by the whole affair and avoids Dimitri unless he's reminding him to eat. A few days pass by like that, peaceful but dull. Save for the dreams, that is. They keep intruding on his sleep, an unwelcome reminder of his unfortunate attraction to Felix.
Today, Dimitri decides he's fed up with it. He's going to train so hard that he can't even bring himself to drag his ass into the shower before bed! Then his body will be too busy repairing itself to be tormenting him. Unfortunately for Dimitri, going that hard means that he completely forgets dinner. He can feel Felix's eyes on him before he actually sees him. Panting for breath, Dimitri moves to turn off the simulation.]
[Unsure about what to do with this discovery, Felix avoids Dimitri, resisting the urge to sleep over despite the unusual cool that pulses through his room. It's lonely and leaves a strange, gaping hole in his heart, but he swallows it down nonetheless, simply going about each day the best he can.
Which mostly means training, sometimes without the convenience of the VR room given how Dimitri seems to be spending more and more time there nowadays.
Today's no exception, and in fact it seems Dimitri's determined to work something out, for he dwells there for an unmentionable amount of time, forgetting dinner yet again. As the sole thing that Dimitri seems to need his help on, Felix sees to getting a meal prepared for Dimitri. When Dimitri does not emerge from it, Felix decides to take matters upon his own hands, dragging his feet towards the room.]
[With a frown, Dimitri checks the time. Ah... yes, it is getting late, and he doesn't feel even close to tired enough. Sighing, he rubs his forehead and grabs a towel to at least wipe some of the sweat off. His shirt was abandoned long ago at this point, a situation he sees no need to rectify. Especially with the way Felix's leggings leave so little to the imagination. If Felix is going to prance around on display, why should Dimitri bother with a shirt?]
Is it something that needs to be eaten quickly? Another hour and I should be done.
He blinks, pressing a hand to his temple as heat rushes to his face and straight to his brain, unbidden. But just as he's trying to make sense of it, the heat's gone. Something that might as well have been a figment of his imagination, save for the fact that the feeling lingers upon his skin.]
No. But it'll be colder than Fhirdiad in winter if you keep it waiting, [Felix says after a while, voice a little tight.]
[No matter how estranged they may become, Dimitri is always going to fret a bit when Felix doesn't seem well. Felix takes a deep breath and swoons, flushed and unsteady on his feet. Concerned, Dimitri closes the distance between them and presses the back of his (thankfully dry) hand against Felix's forehead.]
Felix pushes Dimitri away as if he'd been burned, subconsciously flaring his nose as he shuts his eyes, praying it would dispel that shot of inexplicable desire that this time takes a trip down south.]
I'm fine, [Felix says as he keeps his thighs close, nearly stumbling on his feet when he tries to take a step backwards.]
[Felix tears his eyes away from that stern gaze, casting it outside instead as he protectively hugs his arm.]
I can do it myself.
[No. He needs to figure out what's wrong with him first, and he's not going to be able to do it with... whatever weird thing is going on with Dimitri now.
So he'll try to exit the room and will stagger towards the bathroom, unsteady as his gait is.]
You can take the bath yourself, [Dimitri agrees. After all, he'll be sitting. What he doesn't agree Felix can do is to walk there without tipping over, so he'll be scooping Felix up to carry him there whether he likes it or not.
And he very much does not. Felix gets in a good scratch across his cheek. Currently lacking the use of his hands, Dimitri leans in to bite his neck in retaliation.]
[The groan of protest he lets out is expected, but how it comes out as a pathetic little mewl comes as a shock. One that colors his skin bright red, the sound akin to one he swore never to make since their first encounter in this world.
Too afraid to use his legs in addition to his arms, he settles for attempting to elbow Dimitri.]
Only if you stop being a goddess-damned boar about this.
[Especially when there's a part of Felix that stirs at the touch, far too rousing than it's supposed to be by all means.]
[Dimitri would point out that people with fevers are often unreasonable and need to be handled like this, but Felix's skin at his lips, under his teeth — he enjoys it more than he has any right to. So he remains silent as he marches Felix to the bathroom, plunking him down on the thick rim of the tub.]
TANJA, call me if he falls.
[The system chimes to acknowledge the order. With that, Dimitri turns and leaves, eager to banish Felix's red cheeks and soft skin from his thoughts.]
[Being babied like this is far too much, but Felix is no match for Dimitri's strength and boar-like tenacity, eventually ending up in the bath in his lonesome.
Which feels oddly hollow, like the now empty pit in the bottom of his stomach, begging to be filled--
Wait, what?
Felix shakes his head, slightly relieved to note that he seems to have imagined that feeling. Still, he still feels hot all over, and while he's sworn not to touch himself no matter how rough things get going, it seems he only has one way forward at this point.
As hot water starts to fill the tub, Felix grabs one of the soft hand towels from the rack, sinking into the water. Stuffing the cloth into his mouth, he'll start to jerk himself off, albeit angrily given the image of a certain boar that surfaces as he goes about the act. He's certain he'd die of shame if Dimitri overheard any of his moans, and hell if he lets Dimitri know about these conflicted thoughts.]
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Even so, the choice is clear.
He'll play along. Apparently, the system these people have is capable of sending him back to the moment he was torn from Fodlan as if no time has passed, so waiting it out is the safest course of action. He hates it, but what would fighting accomplish? Tanagura's science is advanced to the point that it may as well be magic from his perspective. The people of this world are capable of some truly spectacular things, feats beyond his imagining. Upon arrival, Dimitri found his lost eye restored as if regenerating a body part was nothing. Elites are expected to look the part, apparently, even when they're just temporary residents waiting for the glitch in the system to be corrected so they can return home. He's given a luxurious apartment in a tower so tall that it pierces to the clouds, and he's also given a monthly stipend just for existing.
One that he's expected to spend, of course.
Attending the twice-annual pet auctions is mandatory for new elites. Even though Dimitri's become a monster, the auctions utterly sicken him. Still, he can suck it up and do a lap around the convention if he must. He almost misses Felix due to being focused on his single-minded march through this depraved show. But a woman approaches his enclosure, asking his handler to give him a jolt to force him to straighten up so she can examine him more thoroughly. It's enough to get him to at least glance over.
The sight that awaits him is unthinkable to the point that Dimitri temporarily wonders if he's finally lost the last of his sanity. Felix, dressed up head to toe in a lacy little number that does nothing to actually make him decent. Dimitri's eyes widen, breath catching in his throat. He's so shocked that he doesn't even notice the cat ears initially. Dimitri's feet carry him up to the invisible boundary keeping Felix fenced in as he stares down at him in disbelief.
"Aww, look at the way the tail puffs up!" the potential buyer says with a laugh. "Fussy kitties are the cutest."]
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Even if it means being degraded like this.
He hadn't gone down without a fight, of course. And it's exactly what landed him in this situation in the first place--mouthing off to an "elite" for his most ludicrous proposition, confined afterwards for this sick show, himself ogled at as if he were like some goddess forsaken show horse.
It's pathetic. Humiliating, but nothing quite tops any of his experiences as seeing who exactly is looking down at him that moment.
His tail remains puffed up as he gapes at the blond man inspecting him, his older features familiar as Felix keeps himself on all fours, sitting with his back straight despite his earlier embarrassment. Could it be...
Felix's eyes widen before he narrows them at this new arrival. ...The boar.He says as much as his ears flatten against his head, but the words are muffled by the gag--the consequence for mouthing off sometime back as his captors set him on these pillows. Tempted as he is to reach for it and rip it out, his handler had already shocked him as punishment for trying.
So he refrains, and instead lets his glare speak for itself. What in the world is Dimitri--if it really is him--doing in this goddess-forsaken world?]
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Premium young pet, not yet fully grown, a virgin. Good pedigree, comes from a knight's family on a primitive world that has loyally served the royalty of his homeland for generations. It goes on to detail that he's "feisty" and describes him as being highly responsive to physical stimuli, then it starts listing the alterations that have been made to him along with his price.
The starting bid alone is more money than ten years' worth of the stipend he receives from Tanagura could cover.
Dimitri feels sick. Sure, he takes his pleasure from tormenting enemy soldiers every now and again, but not like this. He doesn't steal their dignity and keep them as a cockwarmer. That's a brand of depravity he just doesn't have in him, and the thought of one of his oldest friends being subject to that affects him powerfully enough to pierce through the icy shell he protects himself with these days. Can he really walk away from this? If he ever wants to have his vengeance, then he must. He can't win against Tanagura's technology, and he can't afford to buy Felix outright. He just stares at the little blurb on his palm reader blankly, feeling numb.
And then he realizes that there is, perhaps, something he can do.
Dimitri tucks his palm reader in his pocket and approaches the enclosure proper again, meeting Felix's gaze once more. He begs Felix with his eyes, pleading with him to play along and to understand what he's about to do.]
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In fact, at the rate he's coldly inspecting him, he wouldn't have been surprised if Dimitri just decided to abandon him outright, leaving him at the mercy of his captors or whichever elite decides to buy him later.
It's a chilling thought, one Felix almost resigns himself to, but then Dimitri catches his eye, pleading... for what? Felix's gaze flickers with curiosity, ears relaxing only slightly but nonetheless on alert as he waits, wondering what Dimitri is planning.]
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["Of course, sir," the handler says cheerfully, proceeding to happily rattle off what Dimitri just read. When she comes up on the part that talks about his family, he stops her.]
You expect me to believe someone bred for loyalty would sell himself so easily?
[There's a dangerous edge to Dimitri's tone, crackling like fire. The handler balks slightly, not having anticipated that line of questioning.
"Well, you know, Ceres can be terribly uncomfortable... these mongrels don't know what's good for them, of course, so he may have taken a little convincing."
Dimitri scoffs. Ridiculous — it's obvious just looking at Felix that he's not here willingly.]
It is illegal to steal someone's pet. Putting a stolen pet up for sale is an even heavier crime.
[The potential buyer looks at the handler warily. "Do you have his license...?"]
Of course not, [Dimitri cuts in before the handler can manage to produce one.]
He belongs to me. You said it yourself just now, did you not? That he serves the royal family of his homeland. Remove that gag of his and ask him who I am.
[Now, he just has to hope that the gesture of removing the gag is enough to prompt Felix to cooperate until they're clear of this place. The handler hesitates, but with the potential buyer watching so closely and recording in case it turns into a scene, there's really no choice. They lower the barrier and step in, removing Felix's gag.]
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But then his rough voice rumbles in Felix's ears, outrageous words slipping past his lips. Felix wears his shock clear in his expression, eyes wide as he follows the exchange, the most ridiculous ever claim pushed forth as it goes on.
Someone's pet? Felix, of all people? What in the world is he going on about? What game is Dimitri playing at? Or perhaps, is this just another person who might just look like an older Dimitri, with some slave that looks exactly like Felix...?
It seems like too much of a coincidence, but considering the potential alternatives, Felix decides to play along, seeing if he could at least straighten out this thing to be sure. Even if it comes at a humiliating price.]
Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, [Felix manages to spit out, the name rolling bitterly off his tongue as he keeps his gaze averted,] b--crown prince of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus.
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"We're so sorry about the mix-up", they say hurriedly, moving to grab two silver rings. "Why don't I get him properly registered to you so we can forget all about this unfortunate misunderstanding?"]
You had best not forget. If those alterations cause any medical problems, I will be getting in contact with you again.
["Of course. Ah, here, this is the master's ring..."
Rings... they look like silver wedding bands. Once upon a time, he would have turned an incredible shade of red if someone tried to get him to exchange rings with Felix. Now, he doesn't have enough emotional energy to be embarrassed. He takes the master's ring and slips it where he would put a signet ring. The other ring is handed to Felix with the clear expectation that he is to put it on right now.]
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Ears twitching slightly, he glances warily towards Dimitri, unsure if he likes the confirmation that it is, indeed, the boar prince he's come to detest. Is this truly better than being beholden to those madmen that had forced a certain role upon him?]
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That will not be necessary. Come, Felix.
[Felix is definitely going to be angry, but Dimitri just wants to get away from prying eyes as quickly as possible. He turns with a flourish that makes his cape flutter dramatically, walking with confidence as he navigates their way out of the convention center. It's packed with people and obscene items and even live sex shows, but Dimitri ignores it all, only stopping if the crowd threatens to separate them. It would be nice if he could remove his cloak and cover Felix up — too many eyes trail after him for Dimitri's tastes.
At his determined pace, it only takes them five minutes to get outside. Dimitri's already called for a hovercar, which he steps up to. The doors lift automatically once he gets close, and he motions for Felix to get inside and sit. Blessedly, an AI drives the thing and he's able to remove his cloak and toss it on Felix.]
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By the time they're inside the car, Felix's irritation has built itself to a healthy level, overshadowing any embarrassment he feels at being seen like this. The way Dimitri simply tosses his cloak over Felix like he's some object to be covered up only adds up to it, and while he does take refuge in it (it's warm and he is not exactly enthusiastic about being paraded around in lingerie), he does glare at Dimitri once more, quite pissed at this turn of events.]
What the hell are you playing at, Boar?!
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Preventing you from being sold off as a sex slave. If you find that objectionable, feel free to keep running your mouth.
[He didn't expect thanks, but he did expect Felix to hold his tongue at least until they got to the apartment. Being scolded in an enclosed space raises his hackles.]
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And you'll do what? [Felix asks, determined to draw upon his anger instead of his confusion threatening to make a mess of everything.] Send me back there like some defective product?
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Surely even you do not think me that sort of monster, Felix. I would not do such a thing.
[He turns his head to look at Felix again, eyeing his bare shoulders pointedly.]
I would, however, make you walk to my quarters. I will not sit in here and have you lecture me.
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Not that he does. As Dimitri predicted, Felix is disgusted by the whole affair and avoids Dimitri unless he's reminding him to eat. A few days pass by like that, peaceful but dull. Save for the dreams, that is. They keep intruding on his sleep, an unwelcome reminder of his unfortunate attraction to Felix.
Today, Dimitri decides he's fed up with it. He's going to train so hard that he can't even bring himself to drag his ass into the shower before bed! Then his body will be too busy repairing itself to be tormenting him. Unfortunately for Dimitri, going that hard means that he completely forgets dinner. He can feel Felix's eyes on him before he actually sees him. Panting for breath, Dimitri moves to turn off the simulation.]
Yes?
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Which mostly means training, sometimes without the convenience of the VR room given how Dimitri seems to be spending more and more time there nowadays.
Today's no exception, and in fact it seems Dimitri's determined to work something out, for he dwells there for an unmentionable amount of time, forgetting dinner yet again. As the sole thing that Dimitri seems to need his help on, Felix sees to getting a meal prepared for Dimitri. When Dimitri does not emerge from it, Felix decides to take matters upon his own hands, dragging his feet towards the room.]
Took you long enough. Dinner's ready.
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Is it something that needs to be eaten quickly? Another hour and I should be done.
[Hopefully.]
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--A task that proves to be a mistake.
He blinks, pressing a hand to his temple as heat rushes to his face and straight to his brain, unbidden. But just as he's trying to make sense of it, the heat's gone. Something that might as well have been a figment of his imagination, save for the fact that the feeling lingers upon his skin.]
No. But it'll be colder than Fhirdiad in winter if you keep it waiting, [Felix says after a while, voice a little tight.]
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...are you feeling unwell?
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Felix pushes Dimitri away as if he'd been burned, subconsciously flaring his nose as he shuts his eyes, praying it would dispel that shot of inexplicable desire that this time takes a trip down south.]
I'm fine, [Felix says as he keeps his thighs close, nearly stumbling on his feet when he tries to take a step backwards.]
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[Dimitri holds his arm out like he wants Felix to take it, frowning sternly.]
Take my arm. We should get you into a cool bath.
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I can do it myself.
[No. He needs to figure out what's wrong with him first, and he's not going to be able to do it with... whatever weird thing is going on with Dimitri now.
So he'll try to exit the room and will stagger towards the bathroom, unsteady as his gait is.]
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And he very much does not. Felix gets in a good scratch across his cheek. Currently lacking the use of his hands, Dimitri leans in to bite his neck in retaliation.]
Just hold still!
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Too afraid to use his legs in addition to his arms, he settles for attempting to elbow Dimitri.]
Only if you stop being a goddess-damned boar about this.
[Especially when there's a part of Felix that stirs at the touch, far too rousing than it's supposed to be by all means.]
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TANJA, call me if he falls.
[The system chimes to acknowledge the order. With that, Dimitri turns and leaves, eager to banish Felix's red cheeks and soft skin from his thoughts.]
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Which feels oddly hollow, like the now empty pit in the bottom of his stomach, begging to be filled--
Wait, what?
Felix shakes his head, slightly relieved to note that he seems to have imagined that feeling. Still, he still feels hot all over, and while he's sworn not to touch himself no matter how rough things get going, it seems he only has one way forward at this point.
As hot water starts to fill the tub, Felix grabs one of the soft hand towels from the rack, sinking into the water. Stuffing the cloth into his mouth, he'll start to jerk himself off, albeit angrily given the image of a certain boar that surfaces as he goes about the act. He's certain he'd die of shame if Dimitri overheard any of his moans, and hell if he lets Dimitri know about these conflicted thoughts.]
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