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"Kiss me, quick!" (BE!Couple anyone?)

Send me "Kiss me, quick!" and I’ll generated a number from 1-25 to see where my muse will have to kiss yours

19. A wound 

Clear paused, blank, dull pink eyes locking onto new bandages which draped along Sei’s arm. It wasn’t something new to see and it wasn’t a surprise. Sei was a lab rat. What else was there to it and yet, it seemed as if this time, the incision on the raven haired male’s arm had been quite deep and who ever had wrapped it for Sei had done a shitty job.

Eyes narrowing ever so slightly, pale fingers reached out to coil lightly around the other’s thinner arm and draw it up and towards him so he could get a better look at it. So he could observe it and yet…yet for some reason he wanted sooth the other. He wanted to make the pain go away.  

Unacceptable. Defective emotions.

Slowly he leaned forward, pressing his lips ever so gently against the bandaged wound. He held his position for a few moments before dropping the other’s arm and moving back, surprise appearing on his face as he let his actions sink in.

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Trip had never paid attention to the countdown on his wrist- for all he knew, he'd have to end up killing whoever it was. Or they'd die in experiments.

He covered it up with a silk bandana around his wrist, though he couldn't help but notice the time left when he bathed. One evening, it had dropped from the equivalent of a few years to less than 12 hours, the machinations of humans and fate bringing Trip closer to his soulmate.

He paid it no mind. Until the next morning, when he and Virus were to be introduced to the person they would be guarding and helping for the foreseeable future.

Many described a tingle or an itch rolling across the countdown when they met their soulmate, but as Trip's eyes met the raven haired boy's, he felt a wave of heat and then cold across the mark.

He had left the silk bandana off for that day, and he pulled his eyes from this delicate and interesting person to glance at his wrist.

A row of zeroes. Trip's gaze flashed back up, panic in his gaze, quickly replaced by fierce protectiveness.

"This is Sei." Toue's voice broke into Trip's thoughts.

Sei. Trip mouthed the name, liking the feel of it in his mouth. Still forever tied to Virus, Trip bowed in unison with the true blonde.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sei."

"It's nice to meet you, Sei-san."

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Izaya sighed, not sure where to turn in the maze of halls that this building was made of. It was also increasingly boring that nearly every single room and hallway looked exactly the same.

Biting down the inevitable annoyance of finding another identical room, Izaya stepped into one more, only to find that it was quite different compared to the others. Especially considering that someone else other than him was in there.

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—{☢ Ɗᴇ͞ᴠɪ͜ʟɪ̷sʜ ☢}—  Looking at the larger man’s expression, the tone of voice.. everything about him… Sei absolutely loathed. Growing up, their situation wasn’t too different, was it? Yet Trip got a sort of freedom the Princess never got. Jealousy, anger, misery, pity. What he felt exactly for this man he didn’t know.

But whatever it was he felt, he wanted that feeling gone. 

“Pathetic…" The ‘Princess’ only sighed, leaning down so that Trip took the usual stance of towering over the boy, although the bared throat was something he could use. “Didn’t you know? If I truly wished you gone….” He paused, baring his teeth and ran the pearly whites over the warm flesh, letting out a tentative sigh.

"You would already be bleeding out. Such a beautiful contrast, too. As the color in your skin fades the blood would stain.."

Sighing wistfully, Sei momentarily bit down on the skin, only enough to break the capillaries. “Don’t you agree?”

Trip's heart skipped a few beats when Sei's teeth touched his neck, and he felt like a wolf that had been pinned by the alpha after trying to steal food from them. Not entirely an inaccurate feeling, perhaps.

The smaller man's words made his breath and blood catch again, both in shock and fear and some small amount of arousal and longing. He was debating answering, unsure of whether that was an invitation to speak or not, when those teeth roughed up his skin.

"Ah-! Yes, yes! Would it please you?" The first was exclaimed, then he flushed shamefully and nearly whispered the rest, preparing for further punishment.

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"Don’t answer it — it’s probably your boss and you’re mine today."

Domestic starter sentences/a little fluffy - put one in my askbox for my muse’s reaction

"Don't answer it — it’s probably your boss and you’re mine today."

"Ah- okay. If they call again I might have to answer but if you want me today, then yours I will be." Trip smiled at Sei, sitting down on their bed to take off the shoes he had started to put on quickly.