[With the noise of the city around them, Dimitri initially doesn't hear the purring. Instead, he feels it. Is this what people like so much about cats? He'd always been a little bit afraid to handle cats in his youth. They look so small and delicate, after all. Even puppies made him feel a bit anxious! He really likes animals, but only horses felt big and solid enough for him to be able to relax with them. This is actually... nice.
With most hover cars being automated, it doesn't take long for one to arrive. Dimitri lingers for a moment before turning to climb into the car, looking a little more like the boy used to be and a little less like a crazy murder hobo.]
[Somehow, crying out that frustration has exhaustion seeping into Felix's bones, and he's feeling unusually tired when they both climb into the car. Thinking nothing of it, he inches closer to Dimitri, resting his head on his lap as he closes his eyes. Drawing his legs close, he curls up and lets sleep lead him where it may, not wanting to think too much on how dependent he's going to be on Dimitri for the foreseeable future.]
[Though his initial reaction is to stiffen up (Felix's head is totally on his crotch?!), Felix's expression has him calming on that front almost immediately. He looks so small all curled up like that, helpless and exhausted. Dimitri knows he doesn't have any business getting involved with the living anymore, but what else can he do? There's literally nowhere else for Felix to turn. Even so, the thought of Felix becoming his little shadow all over again and then having to watch as Dimitri loses his mind and is then presumed dead for five years is... unpleasant.
He'll just have to do his best to keep some distance between them when Felix is feeling more like himself. For now, he'll just quietly stroke his hair with one hand and use the palm reader to tell the car to take a longer route with the other.]
[Felix only wakes when Dimitri gently nudges him at their destination. After which, he spends his free time curled up in his own room, listless after finding out what type of jobs pets could get. He only gets up for meals and when it's his turn in the VR room, unsure of what to do with himself given the lack of useful avenues available to him.
Well, there's still one left, but Dimitri does not seem interested in that, nor is Felix keen to push him into such matters.
Night eventually falls, and Felix tries to sleep his worries away. But with his room unusually cold, he struggles to find rest, and his subconscious leads him to the only available source of warmth in that suite.
Which is Dimitri. Chewing on his lower lip briefly, Felix gulps back his guilt and settles by the same spot he did on the first night, letting the warmth radiating from Dimitri's side lull him to sleep.]
[It's not a pleasant day. The reminder of just how this world sees Felix puts Dimitri in a poor mood, and he'll throw himself into training to keep his aggression under control. At the end of the day, he's ready to bathe and collapse into bed. As always, he is immensely grateful for how easy it is to actually fall asleep here compared to in his own world, even if it's currently resulting in some less than wholesome dreams about his current housemate. Dimitri stirs when Felix settles beside him, curling over to face him with a soft hum. The false starry sky above them is enough light to see him by, especially with Felix's skin being as pale as it is. With his impulse control and thought processes shot, Dimitri doesn't hesitate to let his fingertips trail down to the exposed portion of Felix's thighs, tracing nonsense patterns over his skin.]
[Just like that night, however, Felix stirs when Dimitri's hand dips down, the touch quite surprising. His eyes fly open when Dimitri sets to touching him, unexpected given the lack of interest Dimitri had been showing on the matter especially today.
Felix suppresses a shiver, drawing his legs closer and squeezing his thighs together. He'd be lying if he said it didn't feel good--because it does, and Felix isn't entirely sure if it is because of the person doing it or something else all together.
Besides, this is his purpose in this world now, isn't it? The pet of a so-called elite, dependent on his patronage...
His tail curls and swishes past his thighs as Felix relents, letting Dimitri do as he wishes for the moment. Worse has been done to Felix after all, and this one is downright comfortable, all things considered.]
Cold again? [he murmurs, snaking his other arm around Felix and pulling him in close — perhaps a little too close considering the state he's in. Having such enticing dreams has him already half-hard upon waking. As far as this can be considered "awake", that is. He's definitely not awake enough to try and hide it.]
[But this time, Felix is unable to hide his gasp when Dimitri presses against him--yet another unexpected turn of events given available information thus far.
Or is he, perhaps, misreading things...? It does not seem likely given the aggression between them, but who is he to judge who or what Dimitri might be dreaming or thinking of? His duty right now would be to serve and refrain from being more of a headache than he already is, so--
All he does is exhale softly against Dimitri's chest, shuffling a little closer.]
[Such a cute little gasp. Dimitri nuzzles in closer, hand sliding up to briefly fondle his ass before finding his real target: the tail. Once again, he curls it in his fingers, idly stroking the fur. The softness is pleasing, but he can't help also thinking it would make a good handle.
[Something is very, very wrong with this turn of events. The touch that follows is so unthinkable that Felix forces himself to reevaluate his earlier thoughts, wondering how much of it is intentional.]
What--
[The rest of his protest gives way to a moan as Dimitri starts playing with his tail, which stiffens in response.]
What are you doing? [Felix asks in an agitated whisper, slightly horrified at how tight his voice sounds and at the heat starting to pool in his belly.]
[A tiny groan escapes Felix, partially induced by all the modifications on him. There's no escaping it, is there? Dimitri's touch, or the fact that everything going on seems to be all Felix's fault in one way or another. His handlers have called him a prized catch more times than he could ever count, the truth of which rings false to his ears--until now, that is.
Felix blinks. Could Dimitri be thinking the same as they are? Is he no different from the people who would greedily drink in the sight of him, with those senseless thoughts in mind--]
You really think that?
[Still, Dimitri's touch doesn't make him recoil the way those other people's do. Surprising as they might be, there's an ounce of familiarity which keeps him in place, even if a part of him is unsure he wants to find out where Dimitri is going with this.]
[It's just like Felix to have no idea what other people think of his looks, even after those black market agents must have told him a thousand times. It's funny, really. Usually, his opinion on Felix's looks is something he would keep to himself. Not only has their friendship faded to only an echo of what it used to be, Felix surely doesn't want to hear that sort of thing in a place like this.
Unfortunately, Dimitri's not exactly thinking things through at the moment. He doesn't hesitate to just say it.]
You're beautiful, [he breathes, nudging his face into the crook of Felix's neck, his lips just barely brushing against his skin. Even after all these years, there's something comforting about Felix's scent...
[Felix has every right to find it appalling. Disgusting as the beast that Dimitri has proven himself to be.
Instead, warmth courses through his system, and Dimitri might as well have yanked his tail for all those two words are making him feel. He tenses against Dimitri burrowing himself into what little warmth he's radiating, the contact an unfair tease. But he does not pull away, simply sighing as he furrows his brows and helplessly remains rooted where he is.]
You're lying.
[Yet he doesn't sound convinced when he says it, shutting his eyes as if the act would carry him back to sleep and convince him that everything right now is simply a dream.]
[Dimitri just hums in response, pressing in even closer, each exhale tickling at Felix's throat. Yet despite his obvious arousal, it's just as clear that he truly is asleep again. There's next to no tension in his body, and his breathing is slow and even. If Felix attempts to squirm away from him, Dimitri won't fight it. Unless he purposefully tries to wake him, Dimitri will be out for the rest of the night.]
[Felix stiffens underneath Dimitri as he waits for a response and the latter draws close, but when Dimitri does nothing more but fall asleep, he just sighs. Unsure if he wants to risk another round of waking Dimitri up and being fondled, he just stays where he is and closes his eyes, hoping sleep eventually comes for him despite his own mounting arousal.
[Once the drugs wear off he's had his fill on sleep a few hours later, Dimitri's memory of Felix crawling into bed with him again is foggy. He definitely remembers that he joined him, so he's not surprised when he wakes up and Felix is tucked up against his body. What does surprise him is how close they are, not to mention that Dimitri apparently decided to bury his face in the curve of Felix's neck. He tries to pull back carefully, but with how tangled up they are, there's no real hope of getting up without waking Felix.]
[Felix's sleep is light, made several more times difficult by his body's damnable reactions towards his proximity with Dimitri. He absolutely refuses to touch himself while in bed with Dimitri, so he simply endures it, trying not to come in contact with Dimitri much more than he already has.
His subconscious too alert with regard to the matter, he easily takes notice of the way Dimitri tries to pull away. His eyes fly open blearily, the beginnings of a frown on his face as he mumbles:]
[Felix isn't the only one that struggled with his body's reactions during the night. Dimitri had really hoped to be safely in the bathroom before Felix opened his eyes, but Felix is awake and complaining already.
With a huff and no trace of shame over the things he said and did the night before, he looks over his shoulder at Felix.]
It is my bed. I will lie in it or get up as I please.
So that gives you the right to do everything you did last night.
[There's a challenge in Felix's tone as he stares Dimitri down, never mind that he brought this upon himself by straying into Dimitri's room last night and actually resigned himself to this turn of events.]
[There's a flicker of confusion in Dimitri's eyes as he meets Felix's. The right to do what, hold him like he's eight years old again? Felix seems to need it right now, and after the events of yesterday driving home how utterly helpless he is here, Dimitri wasn't going to mock him for needing the comfort.
Damn if Felix doesn't make it difficult to be kind to him...]
Why plaster yourself to my side if you are so troubled about it in the morning? I will not continue to indulge you if you keep snapping at me about it.
[Fury lights Felix's eyes, prompting him to rise and sit, glaring daggers at Dimitri.]
Preposterous. Don't you dare blame me for your own indulgence.
[Because no way is Felix tempting by his own. No matter how many people whisper such, it's impossible. They're only doing that to mock him for being reduced to this, after all.
And with that, Felix prepares to storm off, ready to sulk for a few hours in his room and hopefully get some rest that he could not by Dimitri's side.]
[Though he lets Felix rise up a bit, Dimitri doesn't let him just run away. Who does he think he's fooling?! His hand darts out to grab one of Felix's wrists, a frown creasing his forehead.]
I gave you your own room. If you come back in here and curl up in my bed, exactly how am I the one that's indulging?
[Even if the purring is admittedly nice and he feels like he probably sleeps better for having Felix around.]
[A tsk escapes Felix, though he tries to wrest his wrist out of Dimitri's grip, it's not like he stands a chance against Dimitri's strength in this particular regard lest he wishes to risk a broken bone or two.]
Don't you dare play coy with me. You know what you did last night.
[So he answers the question, venomous as his tone is.]
[This time, that confusion takes hold properly. Dimitri continues to maintain eye contact for a few moments more before letting go and folding his arms across his chest.]
Did you have a strange dream?
[Amoi does seem to give birth to some particularly vivid dreams...]
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With most hover cars being automated, it doesn't take long for one to arrive. Dimitri lingers for a moment before turning to climb into the car, looking a little more like the boy used to be and a little less like a crazy murder hobo.]
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He'll just have to do his best to keep some distance between them when Felix is feeling more like himself. For now, he'll just quietly stroke his hair with one hand and use the palm reader to tell the car to take a longer route with the other.]
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Well, there's still one left, but Dimitri does not seem interested in that, nor is Felix keen to push him into such matters.
Night eventually falls, and Felix tries to sleep his worries away. But with his room unusually cold, he struggles to find rest, and his subconscious leads him to the only available source of warmth in that suite.
Which is Dimitri. Chewing on his lower lip briefly, Felix gulps back his guilt and settles by the same spot he did on the first night, letting the warmth radiating from Dimitri's side lull him to sleep.]
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Felix suppresses a shiver, drawing his legs closer and squeezing his thighs together. He'd be lying if he said it didn't feel good--because it does, and Felix isn't entirely sure if it is because of the person doing it or something else all together.
Besides, this is his purpose in this world now, isn't it? The pet of a so-called elite, dependent on his patronage...
His tail curls and swishes past his thighs as Felix relents, letting Dimitri do as he wishes for the moment. Worse has been done to Felix after all, and this one is downright comfortable, all things considered.]
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[But this time, Felix is unable to hide his gasp when Dimitri presses against him--yet another unexpected turn of events given available information thus far.
Or is he, perhaps, misreading things...? It does not seem likely given the aggression between them, but who is he to judge who or what Dimitri might be dreaming or thinking of? His duty right now would be to serve and refrain from being more of a headache than he already is, so--
All he does is exhale softly against Dimitri's chest, shuffling a little closer.]
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This place has really done a number on him.]
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What--
[The rest of his protest gives way to a moan as Dimitri starts playing with his tail, which stiffens in response.]
What are you doing? [Felix asks in an agitated whisper, slightly horrified at how tight his voice sounds and at the heat starting to pool in his belly.]
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Ah, Felix...
[Dimitri releases the tail with an amused huff, his hand dropping down again to squeeze one of Felix's thighs.]
They're even more distracting than those slacks from the academy.
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[A tiny groan escapes Felix, partially induced by all the modifications on him. There's no escaping it, is there? Dimitri's touch, or the fact that everything going on seems to be all Felix's fault in one way or another. His handlers have called him a prized catch more times than he could ever count, the truth of which rings false to his ears--until now, that is.
Felix blinks. Could Dimitri be thinking the same as they are? Is he no different from the people who would greedily drink in the sight of him, with those senseless thoughts in mind--]
You really think that?
[Still, Dimitri's touch doesn't make him recoil the way those other people's do. Surprising as they might be, there's an ounce of familiarity which keeps him in place, even if a part of him is unsure he wants to find out where Dimitri is going with this.]
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Unfortunately, Dimitri's not exactly thinking things through at the moment. He doesn't hesitate to just say it.]
You're beautiful, [he breathes, nudging his face into the crook of Felix's neck, his lips just barely brushing against his skin. Even after all these years, there's something comforting about Felix's scent...
It has him starting to drift off fairly fast.]
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Instead, warmth courses through his system, and Dimitri might as well have yanked his tail for all those two words are making him feel. He tenses against Dimitri burrowing himself into what little warmth he's radiating, the contact an unfair tease. But he does not pull away, simply sighing as he furrows his brows and helplessly remains rooted where he is.]
You're lying.
[Yet he doesn't sound convinced when he says it, shutting his eyes as if the act would carry him back to sleep and convince him that everything right now is simply a dream.]
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It takes a while, but it eventually does.]
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His subconscious too alert with regard to the matter, he easily takes notice of the way Dimitri tries to pull away. His eyes fly open blearily, the beginnings of a frown on his face as he mumbles:]
Now you're pulling away.
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With a huff and no trace of shame over the things he said and did the night before, he looks over his shoulder at Felix.]
It is my bed. I will lie in it or get up as I please.
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[There's a challenge in Felix's tone as he stares Dimitri down, never mind that he brought this upon himself by straying into Dimitri's room last night and actually resigned himself to this turn of events.]
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Damn if Felix doesn't make it difficult to be kind to him...]
Why plaster yourself to my side if you are so troubled about it in the morning? I will not continue to indulge you if you keep snapping at me about it.
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[Fury lights Felix's eyes, prompting him to rise and sit, glaring daggers at Dimitri.]
Preposterous. Don't you dare blame me for your own indulgence.
[Because no way is Felix tempting by his own. No matter how many people whisper such, it's impossible. They're only doing that to mock him for being reduced to this, after all.
And with that, Felix prepares to storm off, ready to sulk for a few hours in his room and hopefully get some rest that he could not by Dimitri's side.]
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I gave you your own room. If you come back in here and curl up in my bed, exactly how am I the one that's indulging?
[Even if the purring is admittedly nice and he feels like he probably sleeps better for having Felix around.]
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Don't you dare play coy with me. You know what you did last night.
[So he answers the question, venomous as his tone is.]
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Did you have a strange dream?
[Amoi does seem to give birth to some particularly vivid dreams...]
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