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The Cleaners’ office was never a quiet space. Always full of ruffling papers, quiet conversations, and the coffee machine’s tiring and constant work during overtimes. Other detectives could accept to take a break, relax, try to sleep enough in order to function accordingly to a sane human being.
But your office could never allow itself any breaks. Pausing your work could mean that there’s a possibility an innocent life might get hurt, killed, with no one to stop the criminal. There are other people that can help, sure, but you were the best in town: You'll always clean the streets from crime, no matter the job.
Though this time, you deserved one. After a major job's flawless success, you had to celebrate for one night. After all, it's not everyday that you manage to track down a net of crime and eliminate it, all thanks to a small clue left by your client.
The office was filled with laughs and celebration instead of a dozen detectives cursing at paperwork. Everyone left their tables to start planning the perfect place of a celebration like this, proposed by Enjin and approved by the one and only Corvus.
Listening during moments like this was your favourite activity. It always reminded you that your job also pays you by bringing good into this world, other than money. Everyone’s energy wrapped around your body and lifted your mood up, like a warm blanket in a stormy evening. You could feel everyone's Anima strengthening yours, and you couldn't wait to feel its effect on the field.
Other than helping you abilities, your observation let you learn more about your teammates: Enjin and Delmon were always going toe in toe for the title of the loudest in the conversation, Semiu was never off with her sarcastic marks, and Zanka froze out of happiness each time Enjin complimented him, or even only mentioned his name. Everyone's personalities came to life once they began speaking, yet they still could've been easily manipulated.
But eyes could never lie. They were more important to you than one's voice. As the saying goes, "the eyes are the window to the soul." No one could manipulate their gaze well enough, the small details given through them always visible.
While you could listen to everyone speaking in the room, you could only focus on one pair of eyes. The glossy and almost pupil-less eyes of one of the members of team Eager.
You could never decide on a clear opinion about Tamsy Caines; Most of your co-workers saw him as a quiet gentleman, always there when you need help. Even Delmon, his closest friend and partner, didn't have much to add about him. No matter how many missions you had or how many late nights of working you shared, Tamsy stayed a mystery to you. You could sense he was hiding something behind his mask, as given by the strong Anima that always surrounded him.
Eyes weren't the only window to one's soul for you, as given by your powers. Your skill of sensing the Anima radiating from objects and people was a blessing from heaven, which you sadly had to keep secret for the most part. Only the members of the team you were apart of knew about your powers—team Front, consisting of just you and Semiu, the eyes and ears of Arkha Corvus, the director of your detective agency.
The thought of his eyes wouldn’t cross your mind in such a loud moment, if not for him looking at you from his table at the other side of the office. Tamsy barely spoke while everyone else debated on what place had the best beer and barbecue, as if he had no opinion of his own. He only spoke when addressed, or to remind Delmon of how loud he was speaking. You were lucky to have had some conversations with him, or he'd be a forgotten face to you, if not for his one of a kind Anima. No matter how smooth of a talker he was in private conversations, you could never observe it in a big group.
It didn't help that he usually avoided you in the office. The only time you could speak to him is on missions you had together, as the two detectives specializing in undercover work. You hoped to crack him one day, but for now he stayed a page full of question marks in your book.
After a long fight, you were finally able to vote on a place to go to after work, feeling excited to finally have a night for yourself after weeks of having to skip the weekend to find new clues and information for your cases. You had to go back to your work to not get too behind, and Enjin was sent off to run some errands for the office.
"Why's it always my turn to run errands every time?! Send Semiu or someone else, I'm not a delivery driver!" Enjin grabbed his stuff with a sour face, just like the milk you had to throw out before someone used it for their coffee.
"Semiu's busy helping me finalize the reports." You answered while Semiu was looking at your documents from her usual sit on top of your table. "You're the only bastard that has nothin' to do."
"Whatever man, next time you'll be the victim." He rolled his eyes and finally walked out of the office, leaving it peaceful and quiet.
At least before his return.
Running to the convenience store near your office and back usually took no longer than thirty minutes, yet Enjin still hasn't returned after almost an hour. Some of you were sure he ran into trouble and began worrying for him, yet Corvus was sitting quietly in his office. He can always sense trouble thanks to his vital instrument, and if he hadn't already walked out the door of his office and sent one of you to retrieve him from wherever he was? Enjin was safe and sound. It even seemed to you that he was waiting for something to come.
And he was right on point: Enjin finally returned after an hour and a half with a kid no older than 15, all beaten up and anxious. Enjin was in charge of scouting youth trainees for your agencies, but you never expected him to bring a random kid with him after just buying some stuff.
"We send you to buy milk and you come back with a whole ass kid?" Semiu stood up from your table and crossed her arms, skeptical about him just as you were.
"Yeah, usually it's the other way around." You added to Semiu's remark, earning a laugh from Bro Santa.
“This kid’s brilliant.” Enjin seemed almost proud, with his hand resting on the kid’s shoulder. “Meet Rudo Surebrec, our new client.”
It felt as if everything in the room froze, including the air.
“The son of Alto Surebrec?” You straightened up from your chair and almost cracked your spine from your speed, before walking over towards the fresh father. “A fucking Sphereite?!” That explained why Corvus was waiting patiently for Enjin's return. He already knew about everything that was supposed to happen, and the asshole kept something this important a secret, even from you and Semiu.
“Language! There’s kids here!” Bro Santa butted in for a moment while covering his son’s ears.
“Sorry Bro, and Dear.” The disbelief of the situation got to you, and you wished Corvus would walk out like a knight from his office and take over the situation. As long as he was locked in, you and Semiu had to take care of everything on your own.
“You can’t react to this kid without cursing.” Semiu grabbed your shoulder as if she was trying to calm you down. “It’s not everyday we get a kid whose father was apart of the Sphere company. He’s royalty to us.”
“You’ll scare the poor thing if you’ll keep retorting in such a manner.” Tamsy walked next to you and Semiu, a minty smell immediately wrapping you. “Let him talk for himself first.”
You gazed over at the kid and saw the blood on his white clothes and the dirt on them, and finally composed yourself thanks to your two co-workers standing at each of your sides.
“You’re right. I’ll start again.” You lowered your back to be at his eye level. “What brings you here kiddo?”
“I need help… It’s my dad.” Rudo finally spoke in a loud and slightly raspy voice. “The cops aren't leaving me alone because they think I killed him, but all I did was come back home early. I saw the murderer, some guy with a creepy mask, and he stole a book from him. I tried to help him, to stop the bleeding, but all those dirtbags saw was a killer. They tried to arrest me, but I managed to run away, and now-"
"Chill out a little, don’t forget to breathe." You had to stop his rumbling before he’d begin panicking. “You got someone who you can talk to? Maybe hook you up with a lawyer?” You kept trying to talk to him as soft as possible, feeling the burst of Anima around him after you acclimated to his presence. Sphereites were known for their hate for givers, yet he seemed to be one of you. Even a strong one.
“Regto was my only family, the rest of the Sphere wants to feed me to the dogs like I’m some trash.”
“Then we’ll take care of everything.” You rose up and looked at Semiu and Tamsy, which still stood steadily by your side. “Let Tomme get an official testimony from him and Delmon to check his connections with his past lawyer co-workers.”
“You’ll let me join the Cleaners?” Rudo spoke again, looking a little brighter than before.
“You want to run with us?” Semiu looked surprised just as you were. “We’d need our boss to decide to take your case first, let alone allow you to become a trainee while you’re on the run.”
Even though Semiu could look into the future at any given moment, you swore she didn’t use her glasses right now. You had no other way to explain Corvus walking out of his office right when his name left Semiu’s lips.
“Speaking of the devil.” You gave him a smirk. “You got a client, boss.”
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The office was painted in a pink and golden light once Corvus finally called you and Semiu to his office, after waiting for hours until the sun began to set in the sky. Everything seemed to belong in Corvus's office; The small cups of coffee on his table, the enormous stacks of documents, and his sitting figure on one of the sofas.
Rudo was the only thing that stood out, even if he changed his dirty and soaked in blood clothes into normal ones. He still sat weird, looked weird. Even smelled a little weird, not exactly smelly but definitely not clean enough.
Your routine was simple; Semiu checked Rudo's overall essence and past with her glasses, while you studied for additional information in the Anima surrounding him. That way you could cover anyone's character from all sides and filled the blind spots of one another's abilities. Semiu does see everything about whoever she chooses, but she can't see abnormalities without a shady motive. You, on the other hand, could directly feel and see one's vibe.
Semiu saw how special Rudo was in a more positive light, but the anger emitting from his Anima was something only you could feel. Even Rudo couldn't properly feel the constant feeling of bloodshed he emitted, maybe only that something was wrong with him.
Your eyes wandered over every inch of his clothes and body, before stopping at the familiar mark at his gloves.
“Where’d you get those gloves?” You softened your voice as you took one of his hands in yours, looking at the three circles inside a triangle engraved on the glove.
“My dad gave them to me.” Rudo didn’t flinch when you touched him, taking it as a good sign.
"Then they're the additional source of Anima. I'm surprised the killer you described picked up only a book and not your gloves." You looked over at Corvus to check if he noticed the sphereite carrying an item from the Watchman series on himself, but he seemed to already know everything, like always.
"Why?" Rudo's big puppy eyes looked at you with no light in them. "Are they special?"
"Kinda. They're a... special artifact, of a sort."
“He’s clean.” Semiu reported, walking away to position herself next to you.
“Does that mean I can join the Cleaners now?” You saw Rudo's eyes fill with passion, but you knew it might hurt him at some point. It wasn’t curiosity that glimpsed in them—it was anger. The desire for violence and revenge. You could only hope it won’t be directed at your team.
Corvus sent the two of you away to finish his tests on Rudo, like his two guardian dogs whose protection he didn't need anymore.
“I forgot they just call us the Cleaners on the streets.” You spoke first to try and make the tension of today disappear. You didn't want to come all cranky to your celebration tonight.
“Like we’re some cleaning ladies.” Semiu made a chuckle come out of your lips, before the two of you went back to finishing your paperwork for today.
Tomme’s report on Rudo was flawless, but it only made you worry even more over that sulky teenager. Disowned by his parents after his father’s arrest, Rudo basically lost everything before Regto adopted him. From his words, he was a truly kind man, that somehow found a pair of gloves from the Watchman series.
On a random day, just a couple hours prior to Rudo arriving in your agency’s office, he had to witness the only person that cared about him get murdered by a masked man. It seemed like the only thing that man wanted was an old notebook of Regto, which to Rudo’s memory, had the same mark as his gloves—possibly another Watchman piece.
Who could’ve been so cruel just to get an item of the Watchman series, when there’s thousands of other ways to acquire it with murdering a single father? It's not a mistake that happened after their plan got messed up, Regto's murder was already a part of it.
Who could’ve even know about it inside the Sphe-
“You barely drank today.”
Your thoughts were interrupted by a delicate pale hand putting a cup of coffee onto your table, belonging to no other than Tamsy. He stood behind your chair, towering over your sitting figure with his height.
“Attentive as always.” You took a sip from the cup and felt your throat relax after a warmth sensation slipped through it.
“You seem distressed this afternoon, despite our celebration in just a couple hours.” He leaned on your table in a similar manner to Semiu, his long beige jacket covering his pale fingertips.
“With a case like this, you’d expect me to drown back in work.” You leaned back while sipping on your coffee, feeling how sugary and milky it was, exactly like you like it. How observant this man was?
“You need to relax today.” His voice was smooth and soft, like a character from a novel. “It’d pain me to see you this tired.”
Your conversation didn’t last long before Delmon called him again. His lean body lifted itself from your table, as his baggy clothes softened his each move. You were curious where he’d get such comfortable-looking shirts, before the thought of the paperwork you had to finish today slipped back into your mind.
You’d do everything for just one day off.
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Clicking glasses full of beer and the warm smell of meat replaced the usual sounds of the office, the laughs and smiles of everybody still remaining. You felt as if years have passed the last time you went out with everyone, yet you felt as if everything was in its' right place. The pub you chose was packed with office workers and friend-groups just drinking together, all seeking a relaxation after a long week of hard work.
You kept feeling the warm atmosphere wrap around your body and influence you to talk more with everyone. You started with the beef Bro Santa cooked with some vegetables. Enjin was bullying the new kid together with the rest of his trainees, while not letting Semiu beat his record of chugged glasses of beer.
Semiu passed the torch to you once she couldn’t go any longer, and you had to deliver. A glass of soda turned into one glass of beer, one into three, and three into eight, enough to beat Enjin by one glass.
But after Bro Santa went home early with Dear and Guita, and Gris was left to drive drunk Enjin and Semiu home, you realized you were supposed to be your designated driver. Your car stood on the street illuminated by the moonlight while you were slightly panicking about a taxi, before a familiar hand wrapped around your shoulder.
“I can drive you home,” Tamsy’s white pieces of hair looked like angel wings under the moon. “I haven’t touched any alcohol.”
“Won’t it be better if I’ll drive her home?” Gris was done with helping Enjin get into his car, noticing Tamsy’s demeanour.
“You won’t get home until the morning, and you already have two drunks to take care of.” His voice was soft, even though his resting hand made you feel something inside your heart.
“Do you even have a car?” Tomme suspected something just like Gris, after she helped Follo's wobbling figure come out of the bar.
“I didn’t bring mine in case of someone being left with no sober driver or helper. I can drive hers.”
Your car’s key was resting in your palm before you turned back to him. “How’ll you get back home?”
“I’ll call a taxi once I make sure you're safe.”
“You’re sure? A taxi in the middle of the night will cost a fortune.”
“It’s better than abandoning you in the middle of the city.”
“But-“
“No buts.” He quickly stole your keys from your palm and opened the front door of your car. “I made up my mind.”
You couldn’t keep resisting him any longer and decided to surrender, sitting in the passenger seat before he crawled next to you behind the wheel.
The air around you changed. Tensed up. You had nothing to fear for, yet your heartbeat raced up once the car's motor began running. Changing lights painted your face as you began your journey through the sleepless city, feeling awake as ever with an angel guiding you back home.
You snuck a glimpse at him, and then another, when small drops of rain began hitting the windscreen. The last thing you wanted is to take a risk while driving in heavy rain, especially when you weren't the only one in the car, or driving it.
"Don't you worry about the rain?" You had no idea what possessed you to talk first, especially when he had to focus on the road.
"Getting you home safe is my biggest priority at the moment." Tamsy's voice soothed you, though you were still doubtful about his act. "Some water droplets don't bother me."
"Why'd you even volunteer to drive me back home so easily?" Maybe the alcohol got to your head, or a demon got hold of you.
"Because I'm worried about you." He glimpsed at you with his light eyes, the colourful lights surrounding you changing their spark.
"But we aren't that close."
"That's exactly why I wanted to help." The car stopped at a red light once pedestrians began to pass the road. "I want to get to know you."
Something about his gaze and Anima output told you there was more to his words, yet you couldn't pinpoint a cause to it in your state.
"What's your motive?"
"Is it a crime to want such a gorgeous woman to be by my side? My motives are clear."
You noticed him doing the same thing over and over again; Escaping your questions in fear of you digging too close to the truth. Only a detective knows not to mess with the thinking process of others sharing their career path.
To both your and his surprise, the ride to your apartment complex took less time than expected, even in such unpredictable weather. Tamsy didn't stop his gentleman act even after you arrived. He ran to your side of the car and opened the door, his pale hand already reached in front of you. His touch was as soft as his voice and warmer than the air surrounding you once you began running into the building before getting wet.
You noticed your mind got clearer after the run once you were inside the small-spaced elevator of your building, feeling Tamsy close to you. Too close. It might've been from the cold, but you could feel the rosiness of your cheeks, hoping he wasn't the culprit.
He followed your steps in silence all the way up to your floor and to your apartment's door, his eyes speaking wonders for himself. Like his curiosity about you, or his apparent studying nature. What a villain, looking at you in a way that would make any other girl weak in her knees.
You weren't any other girl, or at least you hoped.
The ring of your keys and the change of the cold night into the warmth and golden lights of your apartment calmed you down once you came inside, Tamsy not leaving your side for even a moment. He kept acting chivalry and took off your coat from your shoulders before taking off his own to reveal his baggy button up shirt, with a navy blue tie adding to it. Were you hot from the sudden change of temperatures, or did his touch seem to have a special effect on you?
Only one idea came to mind after you began looking for activities to do together while he's waiting out the storm. Or to be exact two, though only one wasn't adulterated.
"Want some tea?" Your voice seemed to not be affected by your racing thoughts, yet you could feel something inside you change from your usual talks with your co-workers.
"Happily." Tamsy's smile almost made you melt. "A green one would be perfect."
"It'll be a minute, then. Feel at home while you wait." You returned him a similar one and went to the kitchen to prepare your kettle, while feeling his movements without looking at him.
Everything about him was soft and polished, from his hair and face to the baggy trousers and white shirt he was wearing. His steps were smooth while he walked through your living room, his eyes moving from one thing to another attentively, as if he was looking for clues of your true character. You were even curious what he'd find about you, and how accurate it'd be.
A few minutes passed before you returned to the living room and poured the warm tea into two mugs, bringing Tamsy's attention back onto you. The sofa sank under your weight once you leaned against it, putting your legs on one another. He followed you movements and sat on the other end of the couch, taking the mug you prepared for him and into his hand while blowing air on it.
"Want to play a game?" Maybe it was the alcohol, but once you were at home, in your home field, you felt a boost of energy and confidence hit you. "We each ask a question on our turn that the two of us need to answer."
"Where's that coming from?" Tamsy took a sip of the hot tea and put his mug back onto the coffee table, spreading his legs slightly.
"You said you wanted to get to know me. Is it a crime to be charmed by such a gentleman?"
"Very well then." A smirk took over his face, his labret piercing shining against the pink shade of his bottom lip. "Ladies first."
"I'll be simple: What's your favourite colour?"
"White." He was quick to answer, not taking his dreamful eyes for a second off you as if he was scared you'd be gone.
"Such a basic answer?"
"I have my reasoning behind it." He took another sip from his tea while taking a pause. "A colour changes its shade slightly when put on top of another one, but each colour shines the brightest and most truthfully only when put on a white canvas. You can also mix other colours to get a different one, yet white is impossible to recreate. It can be easily contaminated by others, and you have to constantly maintain its pureness."
"What a philosophical answer." You decided to take a sip from you tea after it finally got cold enough for you to not burn your throat like Tamsy.
"It's your turn now." Tamsy leaned closer to you, studying your lips while waiting for your answer.
"Red." You were also quick to answer, in a similar manner to his. "It's the colour of passion, and we're built entirely out of it. Our meat is red, our blood, our heart. We are creatures of passion, and I can't but not be in awe by it."
"Are you a passionate person?" Tamsy used his turn immediately after your last word came out of your lipstick-stained lips.
"I think of myself as one." A celestial force took over you like a magnet and made you copy him again. This time, you leaned closer to him. "And you?"
"Absolutely." The spark in his eyes was now clearer than in the car, while a mix of intense feelings illuminated his eyes and surrounding Anima.
An awkward pause took over while you desperately tried to think of another question for him, but the look he was gave you made your sharpness vanish for a moment.
"You like cake?"
"Yeah." He seemed to be caught of guard and leaned back, studying you again.
"Want some?"
"Of course."
You walked back to the kitchen with your two mugs and left him alone again. Yet something changed now; Before, his Anima was steadier and smaller. Now, it felt as if a storm unleashed inside him, moving through your house.
His Anima let him be known before you could hear him while taking out two plates out of a shelf on top of your kitchen wall. You were trying to think of a reason for the change in it, before your turned back and saw how close he stood near you. It took him no time before you were locked between his hands and his lips moved into yours, leaving no time for you to understand what he was doing.
Tamsy's lips were softer and warmer than the skin on his hands, that moved smoothly from the kitchen's counter to rest on your waist. His grip was firm, like you'd vanish in a second, as his kisses became more desperate and harder by the second. A soft kiss turned into a makeout session, quickening your heartbeat with each trail of his hands across your body.
You began to run out of oxygen as you tried to pull away, yet he held your head in place while his lips kept yours hostage. His touch changed to be more controlling, to the point where you had to slightly push him off yourself to finally breathe.
His chest moved back from yours, though his hands kept you perfectly in place around the marble counter. You held your neck with your hand while trying to catch your breath, the thought of getting back air into your lungs taking over your mind.
You didn't notice the look in his eyes straight away: It was almost... psychotic. Intense. Obsessed.
"What was that...?" Disbelief was the feeling you wanted to describe instead of desire, while you tried to restore your cool.
"You look so stunning when you're frightened..." His voice remained soft while he let out such creepy words out of his lips, but instead of feeling uneasy, you felt your body tense up in a good way. Goosebumps ran through your body, but they made you feel something you have never before.
"...I'd love to make you scream like a mess under me." Tamsy's breath touched your ear after he leaned to your side, one of his hands moving slowly from your waist to the belt of your trousers.
"What's gotten into you?" You breathed out while you moved your own hand to stop him from unbuckling it, feeling a unique mix of emotions running through your body.
His free hand was quicker than yours and managed to grab it before you could do anything, putting it onto his neck. His grip became stronger, almost enough to make your hand tingle as he began stopping the blood-flow to it. This proximity turned you on, but with how sudden he moved, you couldn't grasp your mind over the idea of him acting so rough with you, or even him taking you right on this counter.
“Oh baby, I was always like this. Each time I saw you while working, I couldn't stop thinking about you, the countless positions I could take you in... it’s gotten hard to filter out those thoughts.”
You swore Tamsy’s voice would drive you to the edge before he can actually lay his hands on you. You melted while he murmured those dirty words right into your ear, strangely close to your piercings.
"Call me perverted all you want, but I can feel your heartbeat only getting faster as I go further.”
His grip moved to your hands after unbuckling your belt and pants, a devilish smile taking over his lips. The colourless shade of his eyes glowed with an orange and light-blue glow, the Anima around him spiking while moving to one of his hands. Before you had a chance to object, your hands were tied by blue threads coming from Tokushin, resting against his nape. One of Tamsy's hands returned back to your waist before it began moving lower onto your lower stomach, as his second hand held your cheek. Slightly tilting your head, he gained enough access to bit into your neck, making a mixed cry of pleasure and pain leave your lips. His breath quickened as he trailed over your neck and jaw, leaving kisses while all you could is feel him unwrapping you layer by layer.
Once he got tired of your neck, Tamsy lifted his face to meet yours, his lustful gaze feeling more animalistic than human. Before you could take a moment to catch both your breath and mind, his lips were on yours again. He bit into your bottom lip, earning a yelp from your now gaped mouth. He spent no time and entered his tongue as deep as he could, before he finally found yours. The metallic bar of his tongue piercing made circles around your tongue, together with the short instants of his labret piercing touching your hurt bottom lip, like ice made to take away the pain from a wound.
Looking back at your usual interactions at work, you'd never think he could be so salacious.
Were his words true, or a simple exaggeration in a heated moment? Was each of his simple yet caring actions towards you tainted with a sexual motive, just to end up in a moment like this?
Your thoughts spiralled in a paranoid staircase about each one of your interactions since you first met, taking your mind off the pleasure he made you feel. The only thing that could pull you out of your mind palace was the touch of his fingers between your thighs, as they began rubbing your weak spot in circular motions through your laced underwear.
"Who'd you wear such a beautiful set for? Or did you hope I'll step up tonight?"
Tamsy pulled away from your lips once you returned emotionally to the situation, the only barrier that kept you from making the noises he longed to hear gone now. As your stomach filled with butterflies, short and quiet moans left your lips. The pressure from the ropes around yours hands mixed with the warm sensation of his long fingers touching you inappropriately made your body weak, the only support you could get being Tamsy's strong shoulder.
"Are you really planning to... torture me on this... counter?" You tried to voice your thoughts between moans and short breaths, being sure he was speeding up on purpose.
"Not only on this counter. On the couch, against a wall, on that lovely rug you have in your living room." The warm trail left by his hand until it reached your neck drove you crazy, earning another moan out of you. "The right hand of Arkha Corvus, helpless under the simple touch of a man... What a waste."
Tamsy's free hand grabbed your face and moved it backwards, his eyes meeting yours again. Even though he didn't use his vital instrument now, you swore you felt a glowing flame materialize in his usually soft eyes, while he bit his bottom lip with that same mad smile painted on it. The eyes that were usually hidden by his pale eyelashes were now showing you his true nature; A sadistic, controlling freak. And all you could do is feel curious rather than helpless, strong instead of weak.
"Maybe I could fuck your brains out until dawn on a soft mattress." Like a hint, he finally gave the bone to you, the decision to where you'd feel the most comfortable. Even his fingers pulled out of your trousers, letting you catch a short break.
"Second door on the right."
With one short sentence, Tamsy lifted your whole body and held you in his hands. His touch now was softer, as he paced his way smoothly through your apartment to the door of your bedroom. A strong incense hit your nose as you entered the room, with your lips on his again.
He became sloppier, like a small taste of sugar made his entire mind stop working. He dropped you on your back onto the bed without a second of his lips leaving yours, the growing desire of the two of you slowly completely taking over your mind.
The golden lights inside your room illuminated his hands as they travelled across your back and under your shirt, almost tearing it up from your body. With each new moan coming from your lips simultaneously, each new stroke of your bodies against each other, his touch became harder. Like an incubus, all he could think about was pleasure, and more of his own than yours.
After pulling from your lips, in one swift move he managed to take your bra off, before moving his head down to between your thighs. He slipped a finger through your lacy panties while leaving a wet trail of kisses across your inner thighs, even leaving some on your cunt. He moved his head onto the side of your body and took hold of the last piece of clothing covering you with his teeth, while his finger remained on the other side of your hip.
Tamsy took his time while pulling your underwear off with his teeth, looking at you with such a scandalous gaze you swore you felt yourself pulsating. Before you could catch your breath from his actions, he began taking care of his own clothes, though faster than yours.
You took a break to focus your mind on something other than what he made you feel, while he unbuttoned his shirt before taking care of his trousers. His shirt revealed the carefully taken care build under it, covered in scars up to his neck, and down to his hips. You loved what you saw in front of you, before he finally took everything else left on him, and finally let himself out into the light.
The amused smile on his lips almost made you choke as his long member looked directly at you. Or at least it made that impression, with the silver ball of his piercing sticking out of its head. Whatever was wrong with Tamsy, it made you feel something you haven't for such a long time. An excitement of a sort, mixed with anxiety, that you had no idea you were hungry for.
If not for his soft features and his long straight hair he just let loose, he would absolutely scare you. But the softness of both his touch and looks made him seem like an angel, trying to find his way back to his home in heaven. Or feeling heaven on earth.
His lips came onto yours again, but this time they returned to the soft kiss he gave you back in your kitchen. Just like the one that started whatever this interaction between you became.
After pulling away, he positioned himself in front of your wet slit, as his cold piercing touched the most sensitive part on your body. He was killing you with the small circles he drew on it, while studying each part of your now fully naked body. From the way he touched himself when he moved his eyes across every inch of your body, you knew exactly what he felt.
"Liking the view?"
"You have no idea how much." Tamsy returned the favour through his actions, pushing himself inside you with no warning.
A loud moan left your lips once he hit deep into your womb, making you curl your back in reflex. Like the sadist he was, Tamsy repeated the action slowly over and over with added force each time, almost making you see stars. His hands gripped your legs and moved them farther apart, spreading you like his toy.
"I hope you like it rough," The wide grin he had before returned again as he murmured into your ear. "Because I'm not stopping until something breaks."
Hit after hit, your body began to give out together with your mind, the sweet nothings he whispered from his lips doing nothing to help you. With each new murmur he thrust harder inside you, picking up his pace after noticing you slowly getting used to his tempo. No matter how rough he was, the soft sound of his voice couldn't stop you from melting away.
"Keep screaming baby, that's just how I like it..."
Those filthy words couldn't stop leaving his lips, until you could see him begin to fight himself midway. Just like when the two of you entered the bedroom, he became sloppy again. Less put together. He bit his bottom lip to stop his own moans from coming out while he accelerated to an unbearable tempo for your womb, slowly being taken over by pain rather than pleasure.
"F-fuck, Tamsy! Fucking, a-ah, sadi- ah..."
You rolled your eyes back while feeling your body getting closer to your limit, before Tamsy's hand moved to grasp you jaw, squishing it while your mouth couldn't be shut. What you saw scared you for a split second; There was no more softness under his luscious hair, only insaneness. His mouth was agape and curled into a smile, but you were already used to it.
What you weren't used to is his the size of his pupils, or the uncanny shape of his eyes. What you saw in front of you wasn't Tamsy. Maybe it was, but now it has become his alter ego. Or maybe it was his true self all along, and the version you grew to like was just a mask this whole time.
Even through the fogginess of you mind, you could feel his hand move from your jaw to your neck, choking you before grabbing the choker you never took off, only to shower or sleep. You didn't have any time to take your jewellery off, but that choker was never just an edgy statement piece.
A rush of energy went through your body and reached to your tied hands as his fingers curled under the thick material of the choker, feeling like you got possessed by something. You didn't think, and before you could realize what you were doing, a red spot appeared on his cheek made by your tied hands.
You panicked. That one piece of jewellery was more important to you than your own health. Or to be more precise, its wellness was apart of your own. You can't risk anyone other than you touching it deliberately, just in case.
For the first time, he stopped moving, and a slip of his mask slipped back on, or the second version of him. You didn't care, because now you felt a new rush of emotions inside your veins.
'What makes you think you could touch it?" You couldn't stop your shortness of breath, or neither his.
"I already touched every spot of your body." Tamsy's voice didn't change, but something dangerous glowed inside his eyes. "It's a little too late to start getting defensive."
As if you mocked his own actions, you quickly opened the clasp holding your choker from pure instinct. Even with your hands tied, you used Tamsy's shock to finally switch the power into your own hands.
Vital instrument: Dominicus.
Warmth and electric-like feeling began passing through your body onto the choker, transforming it into a long and dark whip. With the hold you had on Tamsy's hips with your legs, you tilted the two of you to the side, using the momentum you had to wrap his hands with your whip, and sit directly on top of his twitching long dick.
His eyes looked at you with awe, somehow, studying everything about your new position, including your dear Dominicus.
"You used your vital instrument on me?" Nothing could beat the passion his eyes filled with.
"I ain't the one who started it." With the help of your teeth, you finally took of the threads that were wrapped around your now sore arms.
After moving your palms around to restore back the blood-flow to them, you took your whip in one hand, while moving the other across his scarred chest. Seeing him in the position you lied in just moments ago made you feel something, more like yourself again. You enjoyed being on the bottom and letting others take care of you, but feeling in power again was so... refreshing.
Now you finally knew why you were chosen to act on behalf of your boss sometimes: you were a control freak, just like him.
It was finally time to torture him back. You outlined his scars with your cold fingers, going slowly from his waist to his neck. Unlike Tamsy, speed wasn't your thing, no matter how hungry you were, both top or bottom. Especially while on top.
His soft moans quickly filled the room with just one sudden move of your hips, feeling him pulsate inside your tight walls.
He seemed much closer to the edge than you are, so why not use it?
Sudden movements weren't your friend in this situation, but slow, agonizing, and smooth trails of your body on top of his. His eyes rolled back as you lifted yourself all the way to his pierced tip, and you couldn't but not adore the moans that left his lips. Just how pathetic he began to move.
"What happened? A cat... got your tongue?" You pushed yourself to the bottom of his length, earning a sound you could only dream about from his lips.
"You're torturing m-me..." His eyes kept that crazy look in them, but he didn't seem scary anymore like this. All flustered, just like you were under his touch.
"Just wait, my love... I'll make us feel amazing."
Your hips kept moving from side to side on his hard cock, holding your own mouth shut to not moan. You picked up your pace and leaned closer to his face, biting and sucking his neck. His length touched the perfect spot inside you, especially when he put his hands on your lower back and pushed you down to his own tempo.
His eyes became glossy from how watery they've become, after your obsessive touch doing everything in its power to feel every part of him. They looked like a pair of two white marbles, shining in the soft lights of your room. Your moans reached a certain tempo while he kept pushing yourself onto you, until you reached a similar state to his.
Tears began flowing from your eyes and your hands went almost limp, setting his hands free from your whip. You could barely notice it before he grabbed your back and pushed you onto himself, your lips connecting into another steamy kiss. His familiar tongue entered your mouth again, dancing in a dark ballroom surrounded by your teeth.
You could feel the knot in your stomach threatening to unravel and his pace quicken up, as he began pushing his own hips into you as hard and as fast as he could. You had to pull away to breath, tears coming out of you like a fountain just like your moans.
"Go faster... I'm close, so s-so close..."
Tamsy's moans melted into yours as he picked up his pace again. If for you or himself didn't matter. Not when the wave of pleasure hit you together at once, barely pulling out of each other in time for your orgasms.
His voice sounded angelic as he breathed loudly, ending up finishing on your thigh. Your back curled up, leaving you with no support after your muscles softened up, other than his chest.
You lied there, on his now spotted chest from your hickeys, while feeling as if the wind was blown out of you. Tamsy seemingly returned to his calm self for a moment, processing what just happened to the two of you.
"You're amazing..." Looking at him with your eyes half closed, he still managed to look amazing. "You used up all the energy I had, I'm about to fall asleep."
"Fall asleep?" He lifted his brow up, looking confused.
In one smooth move, you were lifted up and put onto your back again, with Tamsy looking at you as if you were his prey. His lips curled into a wide smirk again, locking your body between his limbs.
"Who said we were done?"