VOICE | UN: SINISTRA

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[ The voice in the recording sounds unsure if he's really being recorded. He's not unfamiliar with technology, but he hasn't really interacted with it ever. It's a raspy, quiet tone: Similar to his brother's, but more monotonous. ]

If I wanted... a chess board... how do I find one?

Is that another thing that you 'buy'? For the fruit... I needed to buy it... but before, the nurses brought us the board and pieces.

I want to play with my little brother again. Like that time.

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The Koriel did... Not you... I did not forget like my brother did.

[ He let's his words drift out on small pants as he tries not to squirm in the seat. He might get scolded for that and his cock is in a precarious position, but it's worth it to show some persisting resistance against the Archangel's words.

He sinks down in his chair a little, his free hand grasping the arm of it as he watches the self -made leader of the Order of Malkuth go down on him. He's a quiet person by nature, so the sound that leaves him as heat of the Archangel's mouth engulfs him is soft but pronounced. ]

I was... I was given directions so -- ah -- I can ask him. Maybe...

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[ Archangel feels a record scratch in his head. It takes him off the track of spiraling thoughts that he's having. I'm going to remember that comment. He is making a mental note of it, and going to do something about it later.

He pulls his head back a little, sucking softly on the tip before pulling away to ask: ]

Do you want it to be a surprise? I think he would like that, too. [ His tone is conversational, like this is a time for them actually to have a chat. But he shouldn't be too mean since he is feeling the chroma being created between the two of them. You can't leave me.

Archangel opens his mouth with a little hesitation before he takes Sinistra back in his mouth. His hand lightly holds onto the other's arousal as his other hand goes back to gripping onto his hip. He slides his mouth up and down in a quick, fevered pace rather than the lazy one of before. You can't leave me.

The thoughts of before only got taken off the record for a second before they return to how they were before. He swallows hard to let Sinistra feel that pleasing sensation before continuing. Your brother's being treated well under my care, so... you can't want to leave me anymore.

These are the thoughts that have been plaguing him as of late. It's the feelings that he get when he is near Dextera and would do the same to him. He thinks he might even let himself be treated however the younger twin wants, just so that he will promise not to leave him on that spire of the Consciousness Orb by himself. He can't go back to the darkness and the boredom.

He can't do it. ]

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[ Sinistra sighs, trying to get his mouth in working order as his head gets more hazy with warmth. ]

I... am not sure... Maybe. I -- mm! -- want to get something he would like now.

[ What DID his brother like? Did he even still like playing chess? Maybe the gift would be ill-chosen but...

He wants to play again. He wants to connect the way they used to. He wants to be close in a way they never could be. Maybe that would absolve him. Maybe that would snuff out the rotten feelings in his heart for his younger twin.

The Archangel's mouth moves faster and he hears his own voice sighing out sounds. The hand dug into his hip is the only reason he's keeping still. He ends up flinching when he feels his throat flex around him, gasping louder than before.

He brings he hand on the armrest up to his mouth, biting his finger to stifle himself a little. After so much pain, pleasure keeps feeling too pronounced for him. It's overwhelming and a little more addicting than he wished it would be.

It's an escape from his aching body and his difficult existence. Would anyone blame him for indulging, even with a man he would burn in an instance? ]

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[ Something he would like.

It's odd how those words haunt Archangel, too. There are times that he feels like Dextera is in his control; he feels at peace and at ease in those moments. But then the younger Koriel pulls away from him. Did he also tell you that he's been away for two years?

It didn't feel like a lot of time, but he's starting to realize that maybe it was. They helped give him a name, and I gave you one to match. I called him it right away without hesitation. I used it so he would be used to it, so he could feel like he's connected to you, so he can feel like a person.

Archangel realizes that he is giving presents to Dextera through Sinistra. No, it isn't a sudden realization just that he's willing to acknowledge that is what he's doing.

But...

He feels at ease when he hears those gasping sounds. He feels at peace when he hears Sinistra losing control of himself. He can quiet his panic-filled thoughts; he can quiet his thoughts that won't stop spilling and strangling him.

I can kill Sinistra any time I want. This clearly spoken thought silences all others. He can't bring himself to kill Dextera in another world -- what would happen? What if that ends up dooming his plans? The world? The world would never be saved! But if his hatred and anger grows too much, he could kill Sinistra to sate that feeling...

... and blame Dextera for having forced him to do it.

Archangel moves his head in a rhythmic fashion. His hand still on the base of Sinistra's arousal so that it doesn't accidentally slip out of his mouth, his fingers gently stroking in an almost lazy manner.

He moans around him, drags his tongue against the slit each time he pulls his head back. His thoughts become clear and his head slowly empties of all thought other than to get Sinistra off. His heart feels a little lighter as he grows hard and excited just from the taste of him. ]

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[ He gets more and more to the point where the only thing he can focus on is the movement of the Archangel's mouth over him. How enjoyable it feels. How shameful it is. How shivers keep running up his body, leaving the hair on his arms standing on end.

The desperate, short moans leaving his mouth drown any lingering thoughts that attempt to latch onto him. His head is drained. He can only see the man between his knees.

So this is another form of his insidious charisma.

A breath shudders out of him. ]

I... can't...

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[ His eyes open -- when did he close them? It doesn't matter. Whatever.

Archangel lifts his gaze up to look at Sinistra's face. He can feel his own face flush and know that heat burns down his neck.

Whenever he fucks Sinistra, he adores looking at his face during it. Even if the twin tries to hide his expression from him, he finds that also enticing to watch.

His arousal strains against his own pants, but he stops himself from reaching down to touch himself. Because he said that he would let Sinistra be selfish. Because it's all for a chessboard for Dextera.

He sucks harder on him, lets his tongue run along the length of the arousal as he slides back up. Archangel closes his eyes, again, feeling peaceful despite everything.

He thinks he'll actually swallow.

Well, if he doesn't, he's going to be the one to clean it up if he spits. ]

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[ He can feel eyes on him, but his own have finally shut. His head leans to one side, almost resting against his shoulder as his pants stagger out of him. He bites harder on the fingers pressed against his mouth.

He doesn't know it's courtesy to warn him and even if he did, he probably wouldn't feel inclined to warn him. When given the breadth to be selfish, Sinistra can be no different than his brother. He'll indulge himself fully until the guilt hits him.

He draws in a sharp breath and tenses, spilling over into the Archangel's mouth as the hand still laying in his hair grasps him hard. His hips roll forward reflexively as he allows only the softest of sounds to sleep past his teeth. ]

Ah... ha... t-that...

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[ He is a little surprised -- mostly because he wasn't warned. But the hand on his head, twisting in his hair, did give him a little tell before it happens.

Archangel thinks that he likes the little involuntary movements Sinistra does as he finishes; he likes the noises that he tries to hold back. But he doesn't like the Koriel himself. Oh well.

He sits back as soon as he can, letting his hands drop away from Sinistra. Looking up at him, perhaps purposefully, he lifts his hand so that his thumb can run along his own bottom lip cleaning himself up a little. He licks the residue off and watches his expression carefully.

He's hard and it hurts but ... he gets up on shaky legs. Leaning forward, he seems like he wants to go in for a kiss but stops short. ]

You're a little worn out so I'm not going to ask you to tend to me. [ With the hand he didn't use to clean his mouth and stroke the other's arousal (because isn't he thoughtful), he lightly pats him on his head. He pauses as he lets his fingers curl a little in his hair, gently stroking through his bangs.

Even if he has some semblance of control, his voice is still thick with lust and want. ]

Remember. Buy a nice chess set [ Don't waste what I give you. He smiles before he heads to the bathroom to deal with himself. ]

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[ His head is swimming as his eyes stay shut, his whole body staying tense for a few long moments before he rests back in the chair again.

He releases his fingers from his teeth and the Archangel's hair from his fingers as his body relaxes. It's then that he can finally open his eyes to gaze at the Archangel, still poised below him and cleaning off his mouth. He takes a moment to catch his breath.

He half expects a kiss, half wants a kiss. But he's denied. He's not surprised. The pat on the head seems demeaning. He wipes some saliva off his own lip and watches him start to retreat.]

Ah... You...

[ he almost goes to calm him back, to offer his reciprocation, but he doesn't have the will to really urge him.

He watches his back as he tucks himself back into his pants, putting himself back together again.]