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@dominicxcross
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Sorry for my absence, y’all. It’s Mardi Gras season here in New Orleans, and the week preceding is always just total bacchanalia, so I’ve found myself with a lot of time off and plenty to distract me. The day after is always a r&r day, so I’ll be on Wednesday to catch up on replies and plot and titillate your senses.
Up Late || Bobby & Dominic
There was a part of Bobby that wanted them to get along. He had always admired Dominic’s cocky attitude and confidence. He had always been more reserved and having to keep poised for the team. He grinned as he looked over Dominic’s face. “I would,” he said softly. He didn’t know that the male thought Bobby considered himself higher than him. He never thought of himself as being better, just different. It was a struggle to get Dominic to see that. “I’m not higher than you, Dom,” he whispered. He felt the cloth touch his thigh and a slow smile came to his face. “I’m turning you on?” he asked. He didn’t wait for a reply Bobby pulled Dominic in for a kiss. He couldn’t just be teasing the man and making him hard without giving him something to really be turned on about. He pressed into the kiss with his whole body, his other hand grabbing the male’s waist to hold them together.
As Bobby pulled him in for a kiss, he’d gotten everything he’d wanted, his inaction leading to the innocent man making the first move. It was like a small victory for Dominic, whose whole rivalry with the other man had been riddled with sexual tension and plays for dominance, though Bobby was more reserved about it. As their lips, chests, and groins came together with furious sexual passion, the younger mutant’s hand snaked around to rest on the Iceman’s ass. He could sense Bobby’s arousal throbbing against him, giving him away. Dominic forced himself to break the kiss and stared at the other man breathlessly for a moment before speaking. “Feels like I’m turning you on too, Mr. Drake.” One hand snaked down to stroke the length of the man’s arousal, trailing down the blonde fur on his chest, all the way down his stomach, and over the waistband to work him over the fabric of his pajama pants. Dominic’s mouth went to work on Bobby’s neck, kissing and licking and sucking at him in a way he knew would drive the more restrained mutant crazy.”
“Ah, what a great match we make - two sadistic beings that get off on torture on another,” Logan half-joked, a smile teasing the corners of his lips. Though he wasn’t a fan of warlocks, it helped that Dominic had a personality that the wolf liked. It was confident and malicious, but also protective at times. And he also knew when he needed help - that was a quality a lot of wolves looked for, because they knew that there was strength in numbers. Most other beings, apart from werewolves, were only out to watch themselves but Dominic had proved that he wasn’t as… self-absorbed as the rest of his kind. Well… at least not in that aspect. Just as he was about to offer his wrist to Dominic, though, he heard a small howl from outside and he held up a finger. “Give me a moment,” the Alpha stated before he walked out of Dominic’s home, the pack member he had texted on the door-step, bare-ass naked. Handing him the things he needed to bury for the protection spell, he went back inside the mansion and rolled his sleeves up, exposing his thick wrist to the warlock. “Never thought I’d see the day I’d willingly be giving my blood up to someone, but at least you’re not a damn bloodsucker.”
“I never thought I’d hear you equate yourself to a warlock, Logan. I’m humbled, really,” he said playfully, knowing all to well what the wolf’s opinions were on his species. But Dominic was one to break the stereotype, and was too free spirited to be tied down by expectation. The two had similarly wild instincts, though the younger man had no animal spirit to speak of. Watching as the Alpha disappeared for a moment, the warlock could sense that the magic of his pouches was no longer in the man’s possession when he returned. “I hope you trust whoever that was, because magic in the wrong hands can be made into the greatest weapon. I should know.” Lifting the silver blade into the air, he dragged it against the tanned flesh of Logan’s wrist, the blood spilling out over the leaves and the stone. The flame of each candle rose higher as the blood pooled around the stone, sealing his spell. “That’s true, but I can still do things with your blood that will have you back on my doorstep every night for more,” he said with a laugh. The blood and the herbs caught flame, smoke rising from the copper dish with an explosion. Dominic loved flashy magic. When the smoke had cleared, the only thing left on the dish was the stone, black as night with swirls of crimson. “Like this, for instance,” he said, holding it out to the man. “This is a bloodstone. Unlike regular obsidian, it has been cursed to bind to you the souls of any who enter the four corners of the protective space I’ve cast for you. With this stone, you can enact your vengeance on intruders with bodily decomposition and mental torture as you see fit. But I’ve also added a failsafe should someone sneaks through the boundaries, giving you complete control over everyone on your territory to ensure your safety. Now, thank me?”
Things had been relatively quiet in Shreveport, even from a Chancellor’s perspective. Occasional issues occurred here and there, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. He’d heard rumors lately about the king of the fae’s disappearance and assumed it would only be a matter of time before the issue found itself on his doorstep. Things like that usually did. He was sitting idly in his throne, watching the crowds in his establishment to identify which one be his next victim when his senses were overwhelmed with the powerful scent of a fae. All full-blooded faes possessed a scent stronger than Sookie’s, but this was even stronger than a standard fae. His eyes darted from place to place until they fell on Dominic. His lips pursed into a smirk and he rose from his throne and made his way across the room until he was toe to toe with the prince. “Dominic Cross.” He spoke. “However can I help you?”
As he walked in, he observed the air of power that the vampire commanded, even when sitting solitarily across a room. He radiated this seductive, confident energy, and Dominic was not at all surprised to find that he’d achieved a status within the bloodsuckers’ hierarchy. “Eric Northman? I am here regarding the disappearance of my father. You are the regent of the vampires of this area, I’ve been told?” He knew this man well, having done his research. Eric’s name was muttered throughout history, and his reputation preceded him. Dominic chose to remain standing, should he find himself in danger, though he didn’t anticipate anything there that he couldn’t handle. The way the vampire was looking at him, he could tell the man had caught his scent immediately. The question was whether or not he would understand what that smell meant. The fae had long been prohibited from entering the mortal world, though a few had managed to find their way out. Surely none of them had ever been like him. “I assume you have already deduced that I am not of this world.”
crossing the divide
The way how Erik moves is elegant, yet very rough. His motions remained fluid, as though he has done this a thousand times in his life. Each of Dominic’s clothes fell to the floor, admiring his hairy stature, an extreme turn on of Erik. It was like looking at a statue of the most masculine male he has ever laid hands on. Surprisingly so, he could tell that the other mutant hasn’t gotten around much in a long while. How? He spent his time observing people, how they make every articulate motion as a sign of emotion. When you’re secluded for so long, you learn many things from an outside perspective.
Once he heard Dominic’s words, he didn’t waste any time doing the same. His own white, dress shirt removed by unbuttoning himself one by one, revealing his muscular, hairy flesh as well. His pecs were broad, abs that had spent countless hours forming the rigid shape. His biceps bulged out, thus removing the first upper garment to the floor. Proceeding to his own pants, the belt immediately slide without the use of his hands, allowing his zipper to fall accordingly and revealed to the other everything but his boxer briefs. His hard on flesh so huge and hung for the other male to see. Their bodies whirled around, putting Dominic on the bed with Erik on top. His hand slid down to the aerokinetic’s brief’s, fingers slipping into the very bush of pubes then to his leaking, thick cock. “Mm..” the mutant hummed, feeling the large length cradling his equal sized hand, stroking the flesh slowly while his lips continued to kiss Dominic’s skin, placing crude, dark purple marks.
The air was cool on his flesh as he exposed himself to the man, every inch of him on display save for a few precious morsels of flesh only alluded to by the bulge under the straining black fabric of Dominic’s briefs. It had been a long time since he’d felt this way in front of another, like he actually cared if the man liked what he saw or not. He was never insecure, but he wanted to please the man so badly. As Erik removed his own shirt, the younger mutant was enchanted by the soft, light brown fur that covered his chest, the man’s lean body accentuated by firm muscles developed in all the right areas.
Then came the pants, and after that was a blur. He remembered seeing the man’s prominent arousal under his own boxer-briefs for only a moment before he was grabbed and tossed down onto the bed, switching positions in a flash. All at once, Erik was upon him, looking down on him with an intensity that made the boy crave more. Feeling the man slip a hand under the waistband of his briefs, warmly grasping at his growing length and beginning to stroke, Dominic moaned out into the room. The mouth attached to his neck was no doubt marking him with it’s devoted kisses, and he didn’t mind at all. He could feel himself leaking onto the man’s fingers and palm as he reached around to grab the man by his ass and pull him down even harder to grind against him. “Oh my god, Erik...” he called out, feeling the man throbbing forcefully upon him, impossibly large in a way he hadn’t expected. It turned him on more than anything else had ever turned him on before. Raising his hand, he gave the man’s ass a firm slap, playfully wondering how much Erik would let him get away with. “I have to tell you, I’ve never let anyone have this part of me before,” he said softly as the man continued to work him, wondering if the man would understand his meaning. He’d had plenty of sex, but he’d never allowed another to enter him, too guarded by reminders of his past to make himself that vulnerable. But there was no question that Erik would be the one. The only one.
@mxsterdaddy
It had been a month since the king of the fae had gone missing, and their realm was in chaos. The responsibilities of the throne had fallen on their prince, and he was not inclined to let his father’s disappearance go lightly. He was not naive, he knew there was a chance that he’d met his demise. But he had to know one way or the other, and someone would have to pay for their crimes against the species. Only members of the royal family were allowed to travel back and forth from their world to the mortal one, in order to preserve their potency, and when Dominic had narrowed down an area in Louisiana where he believed his father may have been at the time of his disappearance, he appeared with a blast of light in a dark parking lot. As he faced what he’d discovered to be a hotbed of supernatural activity, aptly named Fangtasia, his armor began to change on his flesh, becoming something a little less conspicuous. The music and revelry filled his ears as he entered the popular establishment, his eyes going directly to the blond viking sitting atop a gothic throne. He was no mere vampire, but one who governed his area, though Dominic wasn’t sure of the terminology of vampire politics. As they made eye contact, he kept every muscle perfectly still, waiting for Eric Northman to make his move.
@sugardxddies
Appearing in a burst of flame in the office of one of the most dangerous demons in existence, Dominic was out of breath, his chest heaving as he preciously held a crystalline orb of light within his clasped hands. In his travels far and wide, as a collector of sorts for the black market, he occasionally came across something that he knew had to be delivered safely and immediately to his boss. It was a personal quest to him, retrieving these items for the man’s favor, and as he looked across the room, he smiled up at the man who commanded power with his very presence. “They chased me through the streets of Bangkok and followed me for a few continents. I think I lost them somewhere in Switzerland,” he said, finally catching his breath. There was a thrill in the danger of it, and the reward was even greater when he brought things of precious value to Viktor, who gave him many incentives to continue doing a good job. “There was no way this one was going to the market. I thought you might like this one for yourself. I picked it up off a voodoo priestess in Ghana. Viktor...it’s pyrokinesis.”
@buzolicrps
Walking to the front of the classroom as the rest of the students had exited, he waited until they were all gone before addressing the man before him. Charles Xavier had accepted him into his school for mutants, but it hadn’t been a smooth transition. Dominic wasn’t sure he felt totally comfortable there, leagues ahead of the other students and placed in situations where he could not utilize his potential in favor of being a so-called team player. What if being a team player got them all killed, when he could have done something about it? He’d been up late at night in his dormitory pondering his existence within the school, wondering when they would see him for who he is. As he stood on the opposite side of the desk from the teacher he’d never really gotten to know personally, Dominic wondered what exactly had prompted the man to keep him after class. “Yes, Professor?”
Everett grinned devilishly and rose from his desk. “Yes I did.” He confirmed, his hands folding behind his back. “I have a special proposition for you, my dear friend.” He spoke the words in an oddly happy tone and continued to approach Dominic. “I don’t need to remind you of what you are assisting me to do. But I can’t help but see a small flaw, easily fixable but a flaw none the less, with this accomplishment.” He was a little frustrated at the thought of any type of flaw being in his work, but like he said. He could fix it, but he needed Dominic for that.
“You see, while I have no doubt I can easily control, rule and conquer over the demonic underworld. I am beginning to wonder if it’s too late to plant my seed, surely such a great demon as I can’t leave nor surrender anything without having it go into the proper hands …an offspring of my own design of course.” He explained, circling around the other man as he did so. His hands lightly grazing over Dominic’s body and sending small sparks through his fingertips, the room temperature rising slightly.
“But in order to such, I require a mate. A wife, a partner.” He whispered the words into Dominic’s ear, his hand snaking up to lightly grip the other’s throat. He was being surprisingly gentle for once, a quality he showed to very little. He stepped away and circled back to the front of Dominic, eyeing him with his usual dark stare. “You are the only one competent enough to handle such a task, I’ll be taking you as my life partner. To rule the underworld with, but …” He paused and reached over, his nails lightly scratching the side of Dominic’s face. “I’d have to claim you as mine first and I won’t be gentle about it.” He warned, he couldn’t. He had to make sure Dominic knew his place and that was by Everett’s side for all eternity.
As the man rose and drew nearer to him, Dominic couldn’t stop his mind from racing, thinking about what was under the man’s clothes. He’d had some sinister thoughts about his boss, and the man had played right into them. They were a fearsome duo, even if the warlock was only the man’s assistant. When Everett brought up a proposition, the younger man listened intently, wondering what sort of flaw there could have been in what had seemed to be an incredible working relationship.
Feeling uncharacteristically nervous as the powerful demon circled around him, he thought about the man’s dilemma as he explained it. He had no second-in-command, no entrusted advisor to speak for him and act on his behalf should that become necessary. Everett was a man with many enemies, and he would be foolish to keep all of his secrets to himself. He had to let someone in, should he want to leave a legacy behind. And, knowing the man’s pride, he would not sleep until he knew he would live on in legend, and rightfully so.
The temperature in the room began to rise as electricity bounced between their flesh, crackling and exciting every molecule. The hand traveled to his throat, holding him with a tenderness he knew to be rare. Had the leader of the demons really fallen for him? An underling? It seemed too good to be true. “Well, as you can see, I’m no wife, but you know I’ll happily serve at your hand, your consort and confidante. I have dreamt of ruling with you since we met, longed for you to take me as your own and extend your considerable power to me. I never imagined it would come to pass.” The nails gently trailing down his face were a delicate reminder of the man’s considerable prowess. Dominic’s mouth began to salivate as he imagined what the man would do. “Do what you must, my liege. Save your gentle touch and tenderness for after, when I’ve been ravaged and need your comfort.”
Pulling out his phone, the Alpha wolf nodded in the other’s direction as he typed a reply to one of his most trustworthy pack members, making sure that they arrived here so that he could hand them the crimson, navy, jade and slate to bury to enact a protection spell. Once the text was sent, he pocketed his phone and watched as the warlock began to flip through the pages of an old grimoire, explaining that it held a particularly cruel spell and as he explained the spell, Logan couldn’t help but smirk. “That sounds perfect.” The Alpha wolf had a reputation of not being easy to please and being a cruel wolf, and with Dominic’s help, it was clear that he would continue to have such a reputation. “It’s nice to see that there are warlocks out there that seem to get me. If you were anyone else, I’d be afraid that you’d want me to go easy on the intruders.”
“If I were anyone else, I’d be busy wondering how you’ll repay me for going above and beyond. Fortunately for you, I take pride in my work. The intricate, gory details are free of charge.” Turning back to a long oak table, he grabbed a shallow copper dish which he favored over a cauldron, which he believed to be passe and flawed. As he placed a piece of obsidian in the center, he added yarrow around it, with leaves of hemlock and oleander that he fetched from his other supplies. He worked quickly, having always excelled naturally at his craft. It was the only thing he’d ever really done right in his life. Arranging three black candles around the cooper dish, he lit each with only a glance, and as they roared to life, he smiled. Even simple magic never lost its appeal to him, every aspect of his craft was beautiful. As he lifted his silver athame, he glanced over at the Alpha with an expectant look. “Of course, I’ll need some of your blood to bind their wellbeing to your will.”
Harvey’s power had been growing inside of him – he’d been honing his abilities, trying to fine tune them – and that got you noticed. As he walked down the streets, he could sense that he was potentially being followed, but every time he glanced over his shoulder, no one was there. He shrugged the feeling off, but as soon as he was in a secluded area, his suspicions were confirmed. Though, as soon as the man stepped out of the shadows, he had an inkling of who he was – he could sense so much power within the other. “That’s right.” He took a glance over the other demon, his eyes taking in his form. A sly smirk formed over Harvey’s lips, and he offered a nonchalant shrug. “Sounds pretty fucking good to me. How could I turn down a place in the Underworld?”
There was nothing about the boy that had gone unnoticed. Every feature, every movement, every ounce of power in his veins. Dominic was highly selective of his playthings, and even more discerning when it came to members of his inner circle. Harvey had the makings of a fine demon. Grinning down at the shorter man, Dominic placed a hand upon his shoulder. “Exactly the attitude I was hoping for.” Many had heard of a deal with the devil, but what of a deal between two devils? The older man’s proposition would be mutually beneficial, and from the looks of the boy, incredibly tantalizing. “My name is Dominic, though I have many aliases. I reign at the helm of the demonic underworld, a king of our kind, if you will. My offer, should you be inclined to embrace it, would see you rising among the rankings of my most selective group of demons, and of course be at my disposal to assist me personally with daily duties. This offer will not come again, Harvey, but you should not accept it lightly. What do you say?”
@bxrntobebred
Dominic had been watching the boy, sensing a bit of power within him, though it was nothing compared to what the leader of the demons had at his disposal. Ruling in secret, his identity was kept well-guarded, and only those in his inner circle knew of his face. As he followed the younger demon through the streets, he waited until the boy was in a more secluded area before making his move. Appearing out of the shadows, he walked confidently in his direction with a devilish grin on his features. “Harvey, is it?” he asked as he closed the distance between them, the boy becoming even more beautiful up close. He had to have him. “How would you feel if I told you there was a place for you in the Underworld?”
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Metal has attraction. Even when two different forces never met, the gravitational pull ends up attaching themselves together by the waves of electro-magnetism. His own personality is exactly like that, only when he finds his own said pull. Even though he has never met Dominic directly, let alone having himself visit him personally, he waited for the perfect moment to lure him into his own personal villa. The master of air is truly a divine specimen. It is something to be tender, cautious, and overall submissive, much to Erik who is always the dominating one. But that is his charm and key personality. Once the doors locked, anyone try to pry themselves open means Erik wants peace and silence in his own abode with Dominic. How could he leave this severely handsome mutant to a room alone?
The sheer authority within Erik’s voice is something impregnable and impervious to resist. He had been in bed with many, many suitors in the past. But no, the man is completely different. It wasn’t just lust that he bears, but the passion he is about to bring upon Dominic. There, he sat like a king. A king with a heavy, golden crown that could bring an entire military army to their knees and kneel before him. Their lips become mesh together, his eyes closed for merely a moment. Heavens struck to their own accord in his body, craving for more than just Dominic’s lips. When they break away, the man couldn’t help but smirk at him. “My pleasure, baby,” he grinned wickedly, snapping his fingers. Oh yes, he felt the coins within Dominic’s pockets, using them as a conduit to pull them down. He wondered if the latter placed them there on purpose. Dominic’s body exposed, except the underwear, reaching for the boy’s skin with his fingers, bringing him closer to his waist. His own buttons unlatched from each other, leaning forward and places his lips alongside his neck, uttering a soft breath.
Standing there, in front of the man, Dominic felt like he was on the verge of something. Like this one night would change the course of his life forever, having devoted himself to Erik. The man had experienced his abilities and there was nothing left to do but consummate their relationship. He’d never wanted to please anyone so badly, to reach out and take the man and devour him like an animal. They were locked away in the chambers they would share for the rest of the Brotherhood’s days in that compound, however long that would be. As they kissed, it was light and tender, and hearing the man’s acquiescence to his desire to be ravaged made him ache to be on top of Erik.
Feeling the pants drop with a snap, he lifted each leg to remove them completely. Unbuttoning his shirt, he let it fall to the floor, revealing his hairy flesh that disappeared under the tight black fabric of his briefs. As he felt himself pulled by the waist, drawing nearer to Erik, he placed a hand on the man’s chest, feeling the flesh underneath as his shirt buttons had separated, the man’s muscles lean and firm. There was a warm sensation on his neck at once, the man breathing softly against him. It was incredibly intimate, the tender touches, the soft kisses, the seductive glances, all leading the energy in the room to change as Dominic felt his briefs growing tight in anticipation of what the man had to offer. “Please...” he pleaded softly, the younger mutant dying to see and feel more of the man, everything he could get his hands on. “Make me yours.”
@versatile-boys
What others saw when they encountered the powerful CEO was not the same thing that Dominic saw, as he saw a powerful being with demonic blood hiding in plain sight. As his personal assistant, the warlock worked closely with him, and though it seemed their relationship was innocent, there was something much more sinister at hand, Dominic assisting his friend and master in the leadership of the demonic underworld. He possessed a magic what demons could not wield, and that made him very useful to the man who’d summoned him to his quarters. Knocking twice before entering slowly, he looked over at the handsome man he was getting to know better every day, wondering what Everett had in store for him. “You called for me, sir?”
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Everything seemed to be in the cards. The way how they both can relate to one another. Cutting themselves off from others, feeling indifferent, yet different towards others, wanting to make a change by being resilient, raw and unmatched by those who would tie themselves to the ground and become good people. To Erik’s eyes, he did see the world in black and white. Until it became clear to him that the world changes. People change, but society didn’t. That kind of area frustrates him, desperately struggling to fit in among the rest. He knew by looking straight in Dominic’s eyes. The sense of loneliness, disconnection, and the chipping away from sanity.
“I would be the one watching you, but I like to have direct, physical contact. Like this,” he chuckled softly, sliding his hand down to Dominic’s, lacing their fingers together in a neat fold. Taking the other mutant up the stairs and into his room, the atmosphere changed. It was in his own interest that Erik wanted Dominic since the very beginning. His dominance showed just as much, the same want and greed over Dominic. How he would take every flesh, every morsel of his skin. The dimly lit bedroom touched their skins, closing the door with his ability and locked it tightly without the use of his hands. Seeing that innocent gaze excites him, as he sat down on the edge of his bed, leaving Dominic standing in front of him. “I’ve been waiting for this moment to come,” he whispered. Running up to hands up to his cheeks, Erik pulls Dom close, leaning forward for a soft kiss.
Looking around, eyes searching every corner of the room, over every wall, taking it all in. This room was to be Dominic’s personal sanctuary with Erik for the duration of his stay there. He was slowly coming to realize that the man had no intention of letting the younger mutant feel alone there, and he knew that he was getting the connection with the master of metal that he’d wanted. Men of power had to seek one another, and they were drawn to each other’s gifts just as much as their bodies and personalities. The way the older man looked at him was something he’d never seen before. Everyone in Dominic’s life had always looked down on him. But here Erik was, fingers laced together with him, leading him into his new life. It was like a dream from which he never wanted to wake. “You can have all the physical contact with me that you like,” he said as the door locked behind them.
There was a seduction in the way Erik sat down on the bed before him that enticed him further. There was a light in the boy’s eyes as he stared at his master, eager to please and explore, knowing this man would show him more than he’d ever seen before. He was a god, sitting there, as Dominic stood lost in the sight of him. Could it be that he was finally getting the life he wanted? “I have dreamt of being here with you every second of every day since you contacted me.” His genuine words were a rare, vulnerable moment, but he would always be completely honest with Erik, even at his own expense. He owed the man that. Before he could realize what was happening, the man had pulled him, their lips meeting delicately with a gentle touch that surprised Dominic. He’d expected the man to be all force. Erik was proving to be much more than the stories of him ever suggested. As they broke away, Dominic felt perhaps more vulnerable in that moment than he ever had in his life, knowing he was about to lay himself bare and devote himself to something new and dangerous. It excited and frightened him, and he was surprised by the latter. “Take me, Erik.”
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It was truly a magnificent sight. Erik lived his life as a lonely man, constantly seeking survival and how he lived to tell the story. It was odd. Nostalgic, even. He has never met another mutant like Dominic. And it doesn’t require what counts in emulation between who’s the stronger one, when he could feel that he will eventually enjoy Dominic’s company. In the next upcoming days, to weeks, to months perhaps, Erik will be with Dominic every step of the way. It felt somewhat weird to be a mentor to someone like this young man. Yet, he always love to have a protege. The area around them is based on the idea on becoming disconnected with the world. Indeed, it can get be secluded, and lack of communication. But Erik remains incognito on any intel regarding on Charles’ plans and the government as well. As they float down to solid ground, he felt Dominic’s grip on his body. He didn’t mind it. He actually enjoys it.
When they reached ground, their embrace ended, as Erik had held onto Dominic’s body tightly as well. His chin rested above the Tempest’s head and releases him, glancing down to look at him. A smile crept his lips, placing his large hand over on his cheek. “You flatter me so much, Dominic. I don’t intend on taking back my word. I have watched over you….Mm, that sounded a bit stalkerish, did it? Heh. But I had some of my subordinates spy on any activity. We’re a little on the sneaky side. Yet all will come in time.” Erik looked at Dominic, as a reminder of himself, too. Broken pieces can be mended. “Oh, you can call me sir if you wish. I would like you to accompany me to my chambers.”
There were many parallels between the men, ones they’d yet to even discover about one another. The deep emotional trauma, the resilience they’d had to develop to combat life’s curveballs. They’d both been treated as outcasts, never quite fitting within the lines society had expected them to, always finding a their own way of doing things. It was a match made in heaven, really, as no one was more qualified to teach the young mutant than Erik. He’d overcome much of the same adversity and lead Dominic to truly grow into his potential. The way the man looked at him, no one had ever looked at him like that, and it gave him a pride in himself that was new and exciting.
Feeling the man’s large hand upon his cheek, he smiles into it, enjoying the sensation of the warm flesh upon him. “Sneaky can have its own distinct advantages. So you’ve been watching me? Normally that would infuriate me but, coming from you? I’m quite honored.” Letting out a laugh under his breath, he couldn’t help but wonder who exactly had been keeping an eye on him, wishing instead it had been Erik himself. “I would love nothing more. Lead the way, sir.” As he let the man lead him back into the compound and up to the master suite, his mind raced with all the possibilities of what the night had in store. He was beginning to truly understand Erik’s intentions, and he was all in, captivated by the man’s confidence and special interest. As they entered the dimly lit bedroom he looked up at the man that was to be his whole world for the foreseeable future. There was something uncharacteristically innocent in his gaze. “I am all yours now, Erik.”
