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Salieri was tied to a chair.
Normally, the notion of tying a Servant to a chair would be ridiculous, but this was Chaldea. It was occupied mostly by Servants, so there were a lot of adjustments made over time. Chairs were much sturdier and so were ropes.
Given that they were cut off from the normal world, one could consider Chaldea something of a different world if he thought about it. Maybe in a way this was an imperfect reflection of the land of gods and heroes that artists often tried to capture in their—
A loud guttural sound rudely reminded Amadeus that he was, in fact, stalling.
"I know, I know. But can you blame me?" Amadeus asked. "It's not like I enjoy it."
He didn't really expect an answer, but despite that Salieri's hissing sounded suspiciously like it was calling him out on his lie. Though it was hard to tell since Salieri was all but covered in armor, hiding the expression on his face.
It would get like this sometimes. Normally, what remained of Salieri's ego was able to hold back the murderous impulses of Man in Grey enough that he was able to interact with people other than Amadeus, but sometimes his hatred would grow too big and overwhelm what little remained of the true Salieri. It was a bit of a problem, but as it turned out not one without a solution.
It was just that the solution turned out to be questionable at best.
Amadeus pulled out his conducting baton as he took a step closer. He told himself he was only doing this because it was necessary, even though he could already feel the excitement rushing in his blood just looking at the bound figure before him.
Salieri made another angry sound, but it didn't phase Amadeus. He was anxious the first few times they were doing this, not knowing if the ropes would hold, but at this point he knew for a fact that he wasn't in danger. It was Salieri who was at his mercy.
Amadeus raised his hand and then hit Salieri across the face with the baton. Of course, the mask blocked what little actual damage it caused, but it wasn't about causing pain. Not yet, anyway.
"How dare you raise your voice at me!" Amadeus raised his voice. "Did I allow you to speak?"
Salieri raised his voice once more, Amadeus' name coming out as a sound no human should have been able to make. Amadeus once more swung his baton hitting his face.
"I did not. You are supposed to listen when you are being punished!" Amadeus said. His voice came out harsh and commanding.
This time Salieri went quiet. It was quicker than normal. Maybe he wasn't as far gone as usual or maybe this treatment was starting to have more long-term effects.
Regardless, Amadeus figured he could move on to the next part.
"Good. I'm glad you are getting it so quickly," he praised Salieri. It was important to give praise. To appeal to the human emotions currently buried under the artificial hatred.
Salieri made another guttural shout, but it wasn't as ferocious as before. Amadeus smiled as he leaned forward.
"You want to be punished, don't you? You know you should. You've been so bad trying to kill me, when I never did anything wrong. Such a crime requires punishment. You know that, don't you? Deep down you want me to punish you and feel better already. You feel bad for trying to kill someone as blessed as me. So don't resist it. You know I won't do you wrong. You are my dear, dear friend. It's all for your own good." The string of whispers Amadeus unleashed was a score in its own right. A tempting melody aimed at making Salieri drop his guard.
After all, it wasn't like Amadeus could really do anything against armor created specifically to counter him. If Salieri truly wished it, he could just sit there completely impervious to anything Amadeus could do for as long as Chaldea existed.
However, just like every previous time, Amadeus' persuasion convinced Salieri to remove his armor, leaving behind just a tired man in a suit.
That was when the fun party truly started.
Amadeus used the baton to gently raise Salieri's head, so their eyes would meet.
"Do you have anything to say?" Amadeus asked.
There was a short pause, as if he was hesitating before a hiss came out, "Kill…"
A baton struck his face. This time there was a reddish imprint left behind.
"You still can't ask nicely," Amadeus said with a very clearly faked sigh. "Guess, I need to be strict a bit longer."
He patted Salieri's thigh and the man spread his legs in a way that could only be described as eager. It was almost hard to believe that the first time they were doing this, Amadeus needed almost half an hour to convince him to do it.
Not that it was surprising, pleasure and pain were the best teachers as Amadeus was learning.
"Good," he said, using the other hand to pat Salieri's head. He was now facing Salieri, so he carefully placed his foot on the empty part of the chair. The heel was balancing the majority of the weight, while the tip was resting against Salieri's crotch. It was applying pressure, but not enough to cause discomfort. To Amadeus' surprise he soon felt something push against his boot.
Salieri was already hard and had buckled his hips to push his cock against Amadeus' foot. Everything was really going much quicker than usual, but it was a good thing. Amadeus was also close to being ready for this.
He slightly lowered his foot to rub it against Salieri's cock. For the first time since they started, the sound that left Salieri wasn't tainted by anger, but by a very different emotion.
"You really are much more obedient today," Amadeus mused, trying to squash a slight feeling of disappointment. Maybe he was getting too used to meteing out punishment. The fact that everything was going so well was starting to feel almost disappointing.
It really shouldn't be. It was all to help Salieri, the faster and more painless the process, the better. So why?
Amadeus pushed the question away, as he sat down on Salieri's knees and hid the baton into the pouch for now. There was still a lot of work to be done, especially because Salieri couldn't undress himself while he was bound.
Amadeus pushed off his own coat, letting it fall on the floor, but otherwise remained clothed. After that, he moved on to undressing Salieri. Amadeus unbuttoned Salieri's suit first. It was impossible to take it off completely due to ropes, but Amadeus was fine with that. He then unbuttoned Salieri's shirt, before carefully moving to remove his cravat.
Maybe it was because it was around his neck, but Salieri sometimes regressed when his cravat was being taken off. Amadeus didn't know the reason, but somehow this part was always the most precarious one, which was why Amadeus would try to talk Salieri through it.
"I'm going to take it off, alright?" he asked, lightly untying the cravat. Even though he barely did anything, Asmodeus could feel Salieri's body tense underneath him. "You wouldn't want it to get in the way, would you?"
Salieri hadn't outright shown hostility, but it was still lurking there in his eyes. Asmodeus was far from being in the clear.
It was time to take a step back.
"Fine, I'll give you a bit of a reward then, since you've been so obedient today," Amadeus said, letting go of the cravat.
He pulled himself backward a bit before angling himself lower, so that he could lick Salieri's nipple. The angle was rather uncomfortable, but Amadeus had been itching to use his mouth. It was definitely still too early to risk kissing. He'd misjudged the timing once and he didn't want to live through almost having a part of his tongue bitten off again.
"You really are such a handful," Amadeus mused, as tried to suck at the nipple. He couldn't help humming a bit as he did so. Amadeus knew that it was a bit dangerous since even this much of a musical expression could pull the Man in Grey to the forefront of Salieri's consciousness, but Amadeus couldn't quite help himself.
Everything was better with music. Especially, sex.
Amadeus made sure he was steady, before letting one of his hands travel down. He could feel Salieri's muscle tense under his lips, when he touched the crotch.
Amadeus made a valiant attempt at trying to pull down Salieri's pants with one hand and without looking before quickly giving up. Besides, his neck was also starting to hurt a bit. As Amadeus raised his head he realized that Salieri's expression was matching what was happening. Which was good, since Amadeus really wasn't into the constipated expression Salieri was making when he was trying to kill him. He was really taking all the romance out of it.
It would be different if it was genuine. A genuine crime of passion. A work of art made with blood and feelings too strong for a person to bear. Now that death wasn't really that permanent for the two of them, it wouldn't be that bad of an idea.
If only Salieri could express his feelings properly. Not all of this hatred was fake. The reason why the Man of Grey could take over Salieri was because there was a ground to cultivate them. The anger, jealousy, and admiration that could have turned into obsession weren't a lie.
Sometimes, Amadeus wished his ears weren't so discerning. If he could ignore the fake notes of that hateful ballad, it might have been such a beautiful show. He would even let his body be the canvas to engrave every sinful note, every evil impulse that wished to destroy what was beloved by God.
He had a feeling it would all be worth it… if only that hatred wasn't partially a fabrication. A shame really. A completely pure and genuine hatred that was almost indistinguishable from love in its intensity would be such a sight to behold.
Amadeus sighed. He'd started grinding his hips at some point. He really shouldn't be letting himself go like that when Salieri wasn't completely tamed, but honestly who could blame him. Salier was making it all too easy with how blatantly he was staring.
Amadeus decided it was high time to get rid of his own shirt. It was getting far too hot for it.
Still, he didn't rush. He had to make it a show with the way Salieri kept tracking his every movement.
When the shirt finally ended up on the floor, Amadeus decided it was time to resume undressing Salieri. While his previous attempt at removing the pants wasn't successful, he'd still managed to push them enough that they were now hanging obscenely low.
Amadeus regretfully got up. He again pulled the baton from his pouch and with some light prodding made Salieri move his legs so that he could remove all the clothing he could. This part was always the biggest bother. Amadeus strongly wished that Salieri could just will his clothing away, the same way he could control his armor. Or be sane enough to undress himself. Unfortunately, the former still sounded more achievable.
Once he was done, Amadeus also finished undressing himself. He didn't have patience to extend this overture any longer.
When Amadeus once more sat down on his knees, Salieri made another guttural sound. Normally, Amadeus would discipline him, but he was feeling generous. Instead he stared into Salieri's madness-filled stare with a smile, while he whispered, "Let's make some music."
And they did, as Amadeus used his hand to rub against both their cocks. They both gasped, letting their desire resound through the room. The creaking of the chair and barely stifled whines slowly built up into a steady melody.
Even though Amadeus was still holding the baton in the hand that was propped against Salieri's shoulder for balance, just in case he needed it, it was his other hand that was conducting. The speed with which he moved his hand, the angle, the strength, it would create different sounds. And Amadeus would greedily absorb all of them. No, he wasn't just passively absorbing it. He was responding with his own gasps, making them a duet. Uniting them through both their bodies and their music.
It was definitely working on Salieri, his gaze turning more unfocused with every moment. It was the way they found to deal with his affliction. After all, it was pretty much a situation where his body was inhibited by two personalities, one awkwardly fitted over the other. And The Man of Grey was much more… stunted when it came to his emotional range. Which was why, the idea was raised of trying to pull out Salieri's ego to the front by overwhelming him with emotions that only the real Salieri could experience.
Guilt, shame, sexual desire… That last one wasn't on the table, when the idea was raised for the first time during the brainstorming, but no one would argue with results. Everyone just politely pretended not to know what was happening behind the closed door.
Amadeus knew he should probably feel a bit more guilty about this. He was clearly taking advantage of the situation, and of the strange circumstances surrounding Salieri's manifestation. But it was hard to care when it led to such wonderful results.
Salieri finally let out a moan. They had to be getting close, if Salieri was regaining control of his vocal chords.
Amadeus decided it was high time he helped Salieri get rid of his cravat. It was still on him—a sole piece of clothing left behind like some sort of mockery of his nakedness. It looked rather ridiculous given what they were doing. Not to mention, Amadeus wanted as little clothing on Salieri as possible. The fact that the shirt and suit had to stay due to the ropes was already annoying enough.
Which was why, he leaned slightly backwards and pulled back the hand he was using to stabilize himself. He was still holding the baton in it, so in order to free his hand he pressed the tip of the baton to his side and then pressed his arm against it to hold it in place, freeing his hand. Salieri made a dissatisfied grunt since this maneuver required more focus and made Amadeus mess up the tempo set with his hand.
"Come on, mishaps like that happen even to geniuses," Amadeus pouted a bit. Carefully moving his now free hand so that the baton wouldn't slip up and fall to the ground, he reached to remove the cravat. He already loosened it a bit earlier so even with one hand he should be able to take it off—
Amadeus realized his mistake just as he finished loosening the knot and the fabric slipped down from Salieri's neck. He felt the dissonance even before his ears properly registered the guttural expression of hatred.
In an instant, Salier's head extended forward and bit into Amadeus' shoulder. A pain shot through him, and the only reason why he didn't drop the baton was that his whole body tensed with the pain.
"Argh… let go… ahhhh…" Amadeus whined completely unprepared for this scenario. He knew this session was going a bit too well, but he honestly didn't expect Salieri turning feral when both of them were so close to the finale. Usually, the haze of the nearing orgasm was enough to completely sedate Salieri.
Not this time, apparently.
Amadeus tried to twist his body away, but Salieri's jaw was locked tight over his shoulder and collarbone. Trying to move just made the pain even worse.
Amadeus hated pain. How dare Salieri…
As the growing indignation started to dull the throbbing pain in his shoulder, Amadeus remembered about the baton. He quickly picked it up again, and swung it to hit Salieri's side.
"Let go!" he hissed. The arm he was holding the baton in was connected to the very shoulder Salieri bit into, so the swing immediately resulted in another wave of agony. It might have been better not to move.
Salieri wasn't moving his head all that much, now that he bit into Amadeus's shoulder and the wound wasn't actually that deep. Becoming a Servant might have changed their bodies, but Salieri's teeth were still that of a human. His bite barely got through the skin and caused some light bleeding. Chaldea would see way worse wounds every day during the rush hours at the cafeteria.
However, any reasonable thought about remaining still, evaporated from Amadeus' brain as Salieri's body twitched in response to the strike, his hips buckling even more than before.
Amadeus swung again before he could even properly think about it. He was rewarded with another wave of pain, but also a strangled sound from Salieri that made Amadeus' cock twitch even before their hips moved to grind against each other.
As he repositioned himself slightly, Amadeus now used his left arm to grab the back of the chair for purchase. Now that he could balance himself better, the third swing of his baton came with more power than before. Which was still rather pathetic by Servant standards, but so was Salieri's resistance to attacks when he wasn't wearing the armor.
This time they both gasped at the same time, as the pain was immediately followed by another thrust of their hips. As Amadeus made more swings, they found a new rhythm and new symphony that twisted violence and sex into one. Whines of pain became indistinguishable from those of pleasure. They were now one and the same.
Amadeus was no longer angry about Salieri gnawing at his shoulder. He was now grateful for this opportunity for them to exchange pain. Maybe Salieri realized that. He had always been sensitive like that. And kind. Far too kind.
"What do you think you are doing spilling my blood like that?!" Amadeus asked, after yet another strike. It was necessary, after all. He had to be cruel for Salieri's sake. "You are acting more like a beast than a human."
Salieri's whine sounded suspiciously like denial. That wouldn't do.
Another strike. "You are shamelessly protesting like that when you've been buckling your hips against me like an animal. Killing me isn't enough for you, isn't it? It never would have been."
This time Salieri's whine was more prolonged and desperate. Timing of his next thrust was off. Just a little more.
"What you wanted from the bottom of your heart was to ruin this body in any way possible," Amadeus lowered his voice, as if sharing a secret. Given that Salieri was still biting into his shoulder he could perfectly hear everything. Just as Amadeus could feel every sound Salieri made resonate through his body.
That was how he knew that the next sound Salieri made wasn't a gasp as much as a sob even though it was muted by Amedus' flesh.
Amadeus paused for a moment to gently pet Salieri's head with the hand he was holding the baton in. It was a bit awkward, but it was important to balance things out. "It's alright. I will forgive you. I always do."
Salieri's body was shaking now, both from emotions and from how erratic his thrusts had grown.
"I will accept it all, so in return—" It was the swing with the most wind up so far. Amadeus could feel the teeth actually sinking deeper into his flesh in the aftermath, making it feel like a fire was spreading from the wound. Amadeus screamed, but a moment later so did Salieri, finally letting go of Amadeus' shoulder. His body straightened, as he buckled his hips for the last time. Amadeus savored the tones of his release. Even though both the sound and the warm feeling of come painting his stomach felt familiar at this point, there was still a beauty to that melody. Amadeus let go of the chair, now that Salieri was once more still and started rubbing his own cock. It didn't take long. Between the throbbing pain in his bleeding shoulder, the melody of Salieri's orgasm still ringing in his ears, and the debauched look of the man before him, Amadeus needed just a few quick strokes to sing the closing act of his own lustful symphony.
"That was beautiful," Amadeus sighed. He hadn't pushed himself like that in a while. Since there wasn't much need for him to fight recently, he'd forgotten just how wonderful the rush of adrenaline from a physical struggle was. It almost made the whole ordeal worth it. "You were incredible too, Salieri…"
Amadeus trailed off, as he realized there were tears in Salieri's eyes. The Man in Grey was incapable of crying, which could only mean one thing. Amadeus succeeded.
"I…" Salieri started, but immediately got choked up.
And now the two of them had to pay the price for that success.
"I'm… sorry… Please forgive… me…"
It would always be like this. Amadeus stood up and went behind the chair to untie Salieri. Just the binds holding him to the chair. His hands would stay tied. It was better this way for both of them.
It was ironic that the only time when Amadeus could see Salieri again was when he was at his lowest. Crying, stained with come, and with a gallery of welts on his side. It was only when Amadeus humiliated and used him without regard for his humanity, that real Salieri could surface again.
And worst of all, Amadeus couldn't honestly say he regretted this situation. In some way he was relishing it. He wished he could blame his twisted feelings on the demon inside him, but he'd long since realized he couldn't.
His feelings were far too human for them to originate from an inhuman being.
As he pulled at the rope to untangle it, he started humming to the rhythm of Salieri's sobs. He knew it would likely make things even worse, but he couldn't stop himself. Salieri's ego wouldn't remain in control for long. He never could. That's why Amadeus wanted them to share music as much as possible while he was in his right mind.
"More…" Salieri begged, as the last of the rope hit the ground. Amadeus didn't need to ask what Salieri was referring to. It was always the same thing. And Amadeus would always provide.
"Don't worry, I will punish you more," Amadeus promised from behind the chair, much more softly than before. "As much and as long as you want."
He wished he could see Salieri's face, but the strangled sound he heard in response was more than enough.
"Come on, let's get to bed," Amadeus said, as he circled the chair to help Salieri get up. When they faced each other, Salieri's gaze immediately got drawn to the wound on his shoulder. Amadeus tried to grab his arm to reassure him, but Salieri flinched.
"I… I… I…" he muttered. Not for the first time, Amadeus wondered how much of their memories Salieri and the Man in Grey shared. Did each other's memories feel real to each other or was it like waking from a dream?
Amadeus took a step forward, and as Salieri tried to back down even more he inevitably tumbled onto the bed. Since his hands were still tied, he wasn't able to get up before Amadeus sat down next to him.
"If you feel so bad about it, make up for causing that wound," he said. There was no point in consoling Salieri. It never helped. "Kiss it better."
"Eh?"
Amadeus pulled himself deeper onto the bed, as Salieri pulled himself onto his knees, Amadeus gestured at him to sit on his lap.
"Lick it and suck at it," he instructed, when Salieri was now facing him.
"Won't that—?"
"I said lick it. That's your punishment."
Salieri looked to the side, clearly ashamed, but finally extended his neck and awkwardly sucked at the wound.
Amadeus immediately hissed in pain. It had dulled a bit after the earlier orgasm, but now that Salieri was sucking at it, he could once more feel the ache. It was almost unbearable with how fresh it was, but at the same time it felt exciting. All the memories of what they just did slowly flooded him, igniting a familiar heat in his stomach.
As he eyed the tube of lube on the nightstand, Amadeus couldn't help thinking of what sort of punishment would be the best for Salieri right now. Salieri would beg for and thank Amadeus for anything he was given, which was why Amadeus wanted to think it through. Now that they had pushed down the Man in Grey, even if for a short while, they could share this time together.
Amadeus didn't care how cruel he had to be to achieve it, he would make sure they could create more memories together. He would accept the price for the miracle of them meeting again as many times as possible.