Shattered

My infiltrated mind My lacerated soul It took me years, create me, control you I left myself for an idea I stole

[ozzyxcloud]

Fight Club || Oz & Declan

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ozzyxcloud‌:

Oz gave a shrug not really bothered with whatever hangups Declan might have. If there was someone who shouldn’t trust the other it should be Oz given he was the powerless one in the overall situation. He wouldn’t act like a slave and as long as someone didn’t treat him like one, they weren’t going to have a problem. He eyed the cross and the bench before gesturing to the bench. “Get on.” He instructed trying to syke himself up and get in the right headspace for this. 

It might have been foolish if a slave took the chance to get some kind of vengeance in the opportunity given but it was still possible. But Declan was more than willing to risk it, and not at all ashamed about submitting to a slave. He licked his lips before walking back to the bench, taking his place on it and putting both his arms and legs in position to be cuffed. “Y’can still hand that over if y’not sure.” He wasn’t sure if it was light goading or just a genuine offer to fuck differently.

[ozzyxcloud]

Fight Club || Oz & Declan

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ozzyxcloud‌:

“Because I’m a slave or because you think I’ll be an interesting dom?” Oz questioned with a raised brow, the hint of a smirk on his lips. He wasn’t one to back down from a challenge and it was starting to feel like he had something to prove. He selected the flail and some leather cuffs before looking at where he could bind Declan. “Got somewhere you want to be bound?” He questioned.

“Or maybe both?” He suggested, though a large part of it was giving trust to a slave. His hand lowered and he cracked his neck once more in anticipation before glancing aside. “I’d say either the cross, over there. Or that bench I was leanin’ on before. Either one suits me fine.” Both were easy enough to use, as well – which was probably helpful at the end of a long day.

[ozzyxcloud]

Fight Club || Oz & Declan

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ozzyxcloud‌:

Oz chuckled at the joke before he listened to Declan’s list. It was all things Oz was particularly well versed in and rather enjoyed himself, but then Oz did enjoy most things. He wasn’t that pleased with being given no indication as to what the other wanted right now because it made figuring out a scene work for Oz and he was tired after the fighting, still sore and had honestly been looking for something a little easier. “And you want me in charge?” He questioned, toying with the leather tails of a flail. 

“That feels like playing hard n’ fast. Fast n’ loose. It ain’t somethin’ I’ve done here yet.” Declan commented, “But if it ain’t somethin’ you’re feelin’ right now, we can change it up.” The mimic straightened up and walked over closer, tipping his head to one side. He licked his lower lip and held out a hand - offering to take the implement if that was the decision Oz made.

[ozzyxcloud]

Fight Club || Oz & Declan

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ozzyxcloud‌:

Oz looked around, impressed with what he saw. He’d been in many a playroom before, both for his work in porn and his own recreational enjoyment. “What are you into? And be specific none of this ‘everything’ bullshit because that’s not useful for me to work with. And while you’re at it, tell me what you’re in the mood for.” Oz commanded as he surveyed the array of items at his disposal, 

“Everythin’” He teased playfully before chuckling. Declan picked a bench to lean on, watching Oz as he explored. “Oh so many things. Impact play, bondage... it’s a list as long as my arm. Predicaments... breath play. As for what I want right now, I’ll take what’s on offer. Not helpful, perhaps, but I wanna see what y’made of.” No matter how the chips fell, that was his key interest. It was probably a lot of trust to offer to a slave, particularly one he didn’t know that well but it gave him a sense of living hard and fast again, which he still craved.

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nx-good‌:

Looking down at the table, Elliot’s mind started to tumble slightly. He took a deep breath in and let a it out as the ice soothed the pain on the back of his head. He felt a bit useless. He’d gotten himself into trouble. Made this man take time out of his day to look after him and now contained to waist his time. He felt pressure raise in his chest as Declan asked him if he wanted painkillers. This was too much. Declan was doing too much for him. It wasn’t fair. Elliot shook his head slowly and lowered the ice from the back of his head. 

“Um, I-” Elliot stopped as he looked at Declan for a moment. Was he really going to ask him for more? “I’m so sorry, but I- You can say no if you want but I, um, I just. I need to do something for you.” Elliot explained in a bit of a ramble. “Please, you’ve taken care of me and- I j-just- Please. I’ll clean your apartment or-or just kneel for you. Whatever you want, Declan.” He went on before lowering his eyes to the ground once more. He couldn’t take being taken care of by strangers. It was kind of them and it was too much.

Declan smiled patiently, leaving the room for a few moments to collect painkillers and a glass of water before he returned to sit at the table as well. Facing Elliot, he sat down and leaned back in his chair, stretching out his legs. “Take ‘em. Please.” He commented, “This place... ain’t no cleanin’ needed right this moment. But if you’d really like to do somethin’ for me.. we can work that out. Once I know the pain in y’head is being dealt with.”

Even if it was just kneeling. Elliot was beautiful and he did want to play... but he also didn’t want to harm the slave. If it was going to be more beneficial, they could play more seriously later and for now it could just be something light. 

[ozzyxcloud]

Fight Club || Oz & Declan

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ozzyxcloud‌:

Oz looked over to where Declan indicated and his curiosity got the better of him. “I’m curious what you’ve got to play with.” He replied heading towards the loft playroom without hesitation, fully expecting the other to follow him. Oz didn’t mind being in charge, even if he’d gotten the vibe from the other that their roles were reversed, but he could work on the fly and he liked to keep things interesting. The worst feeling in the world for Oz was being bored.

Declan was interested in seeing what was in the slave but at the same time he was feeling it out too. Things would happen as they happened. “Oh I got it well stocked.” It was probably one of the better stocked, more personal parts of his suite, in honesty. He followed Oz up, gesturing for the slave to look around. “Look around for y’self. Anythin’ y’like is at your disposal. If that’s what you’d like.”

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kitthedragonslave‌:

“Well okay,” she smiled sheepishly up at him. She listened to him speak about his different classed and she laced her hands in front of her, bringing them up to her lips as her eyes grew wise. “Wow that all sound so interesting! I’d love to take any of those classes honestly. Maybe next semester if I have some free time I can get a chance to.” She nodded as she glanced down for a moment. But then paused. “I-I mean if you wouldn’t mind that. I’m not a literature major or anything like that. But….I think it’s important to broaden your horizons I guess.” 

“I always welcome new students,” Declan promised her, “You are correct. It is definitely important to broaden your horizons. So, y’might not be a lit major but it’s still something that could be good for ya.” The mimic offered her his glinting smile, “How’d you find yourself here? What’s y’story, Miss Kit?”

[ozzyxcloud]

Fight Club || Oz & Declan

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ozzyxcloud‌:

“This is several years worth of dedication but no I didn’t waste time getting my first tattoo.” Oz smirked. He was very proud of his ink and if someone didn’t like it well it wasn’t his problem. Oz was glad Declan didn’t seem to have a problem with being bossed around like he’d come to the conclusion most masters did. He watched as the other stood and stripped down to match Oz, smirking as more skin was revealed.

While Declan didn’t have the level of ink that Oz did he could still appreciate the one piece that he did have. “Might have to ask you about your tattoo later. As you can see I’m kind of a fan.” Oz chuckled. “You wanna keep this here or move it somewhere else?” He questioned. If they fucked here on the couch that was fine with Oz he’d just get them fucking in other places around the suite after round one was over.

“Y’can ask. Later.” He agreed, still grinning a little. Declan glanced behind himself, at the couch before turning back to Oz. “The couch is fun, but we can go up if y’like.” The mimic nodded his head towards the loft playroom without hesitation. “Depends on whatcha feel like doin’ with me.” All he knew was that pain was when he felt most like himself, as much as he enjoyed being on the other end too.

[ozzyxcloud]

Fight Club || Oz & Declan

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ozzyxcloud‌:

Oz was glad he didn’t get any complaints when he suddenly shoved the other back against the couch, you never knew with some people, they just had to be in control but seeing as Declan had made it clear he was as much a switch as Oz earlier, he’d not been worried about a complaint to the action. A low hum rumblednin Oz’s chest as they kissed, feeling the ice travel down his body. He wouldn’t be opposed to its continued use but for now Oz was more interested in the rough movement of their lips. “You haven’t even had a good taste yet.” Oz smirked tilting his head back slightly, giving Declan better access to his long tattooed neck when he felt the others exploratory touch.

As soon as clothes were starting to be pulled off Oz aides, tugging his T-shirt over his head to reveal just how tattooed he really was, both arms covered, his chest dotted with numerous different images, and his most recent the Roman numerals along the hollow of his throat. Soon enough Oz was making quick work of his belt and jeans, biting at Declan’s lips with a smirk before he felt the other rock his hips up against Oz’s own causing him to moan. In one fluid motion Oz stood and discarded his boots and jeans with a practiced effort before motioning for Declan to do the same. “Strip ‘em.” He commanded.

Declan was licking his lips again as he let his eyes drop to study the inked skin on display. “Y’didn’t waste any time in gettin’ inked up,” He commented, though his tone was appreciative. Oz bit back and the mimic let out a playful growl.

He was rather impressed with the fluidity in which the slave was suddenly naked in front of him and couldn’t help a lazy grin – then the command followed. Declan let out a little groan of pleasure himself. He hadn’t been sure what mood he’d be coming home to find himself in but this was certainly hitting the spot. 

Unbuckling his belt as he rose up, he dropped his pants immediately and kicked them aside as he pulled his shirt away. It dropped more lazily to the floor, and he stood for a moment, letting Oz get the full measure of him as much as he was getting the full measure of the other. Unlike the slave, he only had one tattoo - although the skull and knives were emblazoned across his throat. He wondered briefly if they would take this into the loft but didn’t quite voice it - watching with anticipation and perhaps some mischief in his expression. 

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lukaramirez‌:

“okay…thank you.” the human grinned as he looked through it and listened to him explain how he was going to use it. and in all honesty it sounded like a godsend, but it was going to take work and time to manage so he’d have to find the time to sit down and etch his plans into them. “oh, well maybe i can…do that after we um…you know.” he waves his hands around a bit and moved to place his own backpack down beside the couch. “b-because if i don’t stay here i have to go right back to the uh the cells.” he really seemed like a good guy, his professor. really seemed to genuinely care even if he wanted something filthy out of it. “thank you,” he said easily. 

He was fairly sure he had the boy hook, line and sinker. Declan often did. It was the facade of generosity, getting him what he wanted. Even if it wasn’t the same as what it used to be getting him. “Y’welcome. I might be able to spare an evenin’ gettin’ y’sorted.” Especially if it meant someone so pretty might be more pliable to his desires next time. “But we can get down to business first.” Maybe it would help the boy’s nerves to not have it hanging over his head. “Why don’t we go into the bedroom?” He asked, figuring that Luka might feel more comfortable with what they were doing in there. In theory, anyway.

[ozzyxcloud]

Fight Club || Oz & Declan

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ozzyxcloud‌:

Oz took the water and painkillers when they were handed to him, taking the pills quickly in a smooth swallow that showed Oz was no stranger to having to pop painkillers, both from fights and from vicious hangovers. “I’m more interested in being sore from a good fucking than from those fights.” Oz smirked, watching as Declan came close, their noses brushing briefly. Oz drank the rest of the water while the master disappeared to retrieve ice before placing the glass to one side and sitting comfortably.

The touch of the ice to one of his bruises was rather nice and for a moment, Oz let his eyes closed and just enjoy the soothing while the painkillers started to kick in. Hearing Declan’s challenge, Oz looked at him with a grin before he felt the other kiss him. Not one to shy away from a challenge or the advances of a hot guy, Oz immediately shoved the other back against the couch, straddling his waist as he kissed roughly, even enjoying the slightly pain his split lip caused when they kissed. “Just try and keep up sweetheart.” Oz purred with a smirk. 

Declan didn’t fight it, letting the slave push him back against the couch - though he arched his neck to keep contact between their lips. He hardly needed to, given how Oz was following through. They parted, the mimic panting a little as he let the ice drift down the other male’s body slowly and licked his lips. “Y’taste as good as y’look darlin’.” He revealed. Even bruised, he was a pretty picture and Declan lifted his free hand to the slave’s neck. 

Stroking over it lightly, he urged Oz closer to nip his lip again - dropping the ice in favour of starting to pull the clothes from the slave’s body. Kicking his own shoes off, he listened to them hit the ground with a thud. The sound was far less interesting than the heat their bodies was producing, however, rolling his hips upward with hunger.

[ozzyxcloud]

Fight Club || Oz & Declan

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ozzyxcloud‌:

Oz smirked at the idea of anyone ‘spoiling’ him but gladly shared the cigarette as they walked to Declan’s place. He didn’t mind the arm draped around his shoulders so long as the other didn’t find it uncomfortable to keep it there. Oz knew most of the time he was taller than others and some guys didn’t like trying to top a taller guy which Oz always found kind of strange. 

Once inside the suite, Oz looked around, noting that it looked pretty much like every other master suite he’d been in. Maybe some fixed theirs up to their own tastes eventually, maybe some couldn’t be bothered with the hassle. “Am I gonna be sore in the morning?” Oz smirked back, one brow raised in playful challenge before he sat himself down on the couch and shrugged out of his own leather jacket. Oz ran one hand through his raven hair, pushing the front back from his face as he waited for Declan to return. 

The height difference between them wasn’t so great that he found it uncomfortable, fortunately. Walking along with his arm slung up around Oz’s shoulders created something of a comfortable beat between them. 

He laughed as he came back in with a glass of water and some painkillers, placing each in one of Oz’s hands. “You tell me,” He commented as he leaned in close, smirking himself. Declan got so close that their noses brushed before he pulled back. The grin on his face said he wasn’t shying away from intimacy though - disappearing only to retrieve a baggie of ice. When he returned, this time he dropped onto the couch beside the slave, reaching out to touch the ice to one of the bruises he could see. 

“Y’wanna prove y’fuck like you fight?” One brow quirked slightly before he leaned in and pressed their lips together. There was a hint of blood, which sent little shivers racing down the mimic’s spine and prompted a playful nip.

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skyler-campbell‌:

She shouldn’t have been staring, but she couldn’t help it. He had caught her attention, when he first dropped it, and now…well, she just hadn’t turned away. Easily distracted, it was sometimes hard for her to turn her focus back around.

She licked her lips. Did she offer to help? Did she walk away? What was one supposed to do in this situation, but then she realized how long she’d been standing there.

“Um…hi..” she said awkwardly, chuckling a little.

He inhaled again heavily when she greeted him, blowing out a lungful of smoke while he decided what the hell to do about his audience. Rolling his neck sharply, Declan’s shoulders relaxed when it let out a loud crack. Only then did he nod slightly in acknowledgement.

“Hi.” He drawled, “Don’t s’pose y’can just... wipe that from y’memory?” He asked, beginning to walk over closer to her. 

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kitthedragonslave‌:

Kit grinned as she looked at him. She was pleased he didn’t seem to be one of those masters who wanted to make her feel small. “Well of course, I always like to show my art to those that inspire them!” She nodded as she bounced lightly on her heels. She looked down at her sketch book, planning out an imagine. 

The dragon paused before her lips pulled into an even wider smile. “Yeah? You think so?”  She nodded and sighed heavily. “I sure hope so, it’s the dream anyways.” Kit muttered quietly. She looked over at him with an arched brow. “Really? Which one do you teach? I-if you don’t mind my asking. I’m not trying to be a busy body or anything like that.” 

“I don’t mind.” He promised, licking his bottom lip idly. “N’ the one the graphic novel is my prize-winnin’ novels class. Actually, that’s the first text y’study. Maus. I think it makes for a good start. Not all prize-winnin’ literature is so palatable for students. Worth lookin’ at though, y’learn a lot about prized work n’ profitable work. Ain’t always a crossover.” He half-rambled. His two real passions in life were his cons (or the money they brought him) and literature, both studying and teaching. 

“I also take a lit to film class, and gothic lit class. Both of which I also think are worth takin’ but I understand y’can’t always fit everythin’ in when it ain’t y’major.”

[ozzyxcloud]

Fight Club || Oz & Declan

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ozzyxcloud‌:

At the offer of a hit from Declan’s cigarette, Oz took it and breathed in deeply before handing it back. “Thanks.” Oz replied, smoke filtering out from his nose on the exhale. He started walking with the other back towards the master’s suites, assuming that was where this guy lived if he was new to the island. “I’m not gonna say no to some ice and painkillers even if I have seen worse than this.” Oz chuckled, gesturing to his beaten and battered person. But then, the other guy looked ten times worse. “Plus spoiling me is always a good thing.” Oz winked with a smirk. It was clear that being out of the club loosened the fighter up a lot more. It wasn’t that he hated working for Gio, fighting wasn’t that big of a deal to Oz, it was that he disliked Gio and the way the other had to control everything. Oz was an independent guy, so being controlled even in small ways, didn’t sit well with him.

Declan laughed in response to the wink, and this time he did move in a little closer their shoulders bumping lightly before he wrapped an arm around the slave’s. It wasn’t too tight a grip, testing out their comfort levels at being close. “Guess I’ll be spoilin’ you a bit then.” 

Occasionally he offered the cigarette to Oz, at least until it was down to the filter - which was when he licked his fingers and pinched it out. Then he flicked it aside. He led the way up to his suite and even allowed the slave to enter in ahead of him. “Ice n’ painkillers first. I’ll let y’have some more in the mornin’ too.” This time he winked, the gold tooth peeking out as he grinned too. “Take a seat darlin’, make y’self at home. I’ll grab what y’need.” He gestured over the place before heading into the bathroom to find the painkillers, tossing his own jacket aside over the couch as he did.

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lukaramirez‌:

“yeah…for someone who loves books y-you’d think i would have gotten one by now…” he just hadn’t had money before now. he wasn’t working, but started his job at exotic tastes a week or so ago and he had a little bit of spending money now. finally, they were stepping up to the mans suite and he was gestured ahead. so he walked along inside, eyes flicking around. “o-oh…you don’t have to give me this, sir.” he says softly, flipping through the pages. he offered a gentle smile. “if its really a spare…and if you really insist.” luka says, nodding. “thank you.”

“I insist.” He commented easily, putting his bag down beside the couch before his eyes turned to Luka, watching him take the place in. “Y’gonna highlight the days y’got things due, write in it what that is and how much it’s worth to y’grade. And you can put a little tab in the book so y’can see how much y’gotta do before y’even open it. Plus y’class times - then y’can work out how to spend y’time and on what.” Rentals might be unpredictable but nonetheless, it would make his time more efficient. “As much as I’m sure y’gonna make this extension worth it, I’d like t’see y’get on top o’ things.”

[ozzyxcloud]

Fight Club || Oz & Declan

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ozzyxcloud‌:

At the offer to join Declan for the evening, Oz turned slightly to look at the other, sharp grey eyes running over him, taking in the Professor. At this point what did Oz really have to lose? So he gave a slight shrug and nod. “Alright, beats going back to that shitty cell.” Oz agreed before he stood from his seat. “Gimme five minutes to get my shit and collect my winnings for the night, you can wait out front if you want.” Oz said before he turned and headed towards a door that led to a room in the back reserved for fighters where they could change, get cleaned up and store their stuff. Oz didn’t have a lot with him, but he usually left his t-shirt in the back room when he fought, wearing only his leather jacket on his torso or going bare from the waist up. It made cleaning off the blood easier. As soon as he’d slipped his shirt back on and collected his money, Oz made his way out of the club. 

He’d passed the evaluation for now, it seemed and Declan made an affirmative sound in response to waiting out front. Out there he lit another cigarette and somewhat forcefully went about cracking his neck. Massaging it and feeling fairly confident he was in charge of himself, he sucked in a lungful of nicotine. When the slave returned, he offered him a drag before leading them away. “Y’want some ice and painkillers when we get back to mine, or is that spoilin’ y’too much?” A part of him wanted to sling his arm around Ozzy’s shoulders but he wasn’t quite sure how it would be taken yet. Instead he walked side by side, glancing over at the slave periodically while he did.