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Post by Tybalt on May 18, 2012 22:30:30 GMT -5
Tybalt did startle at the touch, but not enough to jerk away. He even leaned towards him a bit to make his work easier.
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Post by Victor von Doom on May 19, 2012 21:38:43 GMT -5
Doom traced a finger down his cheekbone.
"You are exquisite."
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Post by Tybalt on May 19, 2012 23:47:54 GMT -5
The look in his revealed and blinking eyes was puzzlement.
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Post by Victor von Doom on May 21, 2012 11:57:03 GMT -5
"I could require no better companion."
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Post by Tybalt on May 21, 2012 23:52:06 GMT -5
Tybalt flushed and looked down repeatedly. "I... oh, I... My lord, that's..."
He was completely flustered, believing he was shamed of his unworthiness, before realizing belated he had flushed in pleasure and not chagrin.
He grinned at Doom then, though only for a moment, a quick change of expression like a child with its happy mouth stuffed with chocolates. "I hope I will continue to prove worthy of your assessment."
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Post by Victor von Doom on May 22, 2012 22:52:15 GMT -5
He had a feeling he'd just glimpsed something rare, like a perfect planetary alignment or a particular kind of solar eclipse.
"... yes. How fortunate that will be for both of us."
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Post by Tybalt on May 22, 2012 23:30:05 GMT -5
He looked almost sheepish, lying back against Doom's broad pillow.
"It's only a pity that we can't.."
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Post by Victor von Doom on May 23, 2012 8:15:26 GMT -5
"Hmm?"
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Post by Tybalt on May 23, 2012 16:42:38 GMT -5
Eyes fluttering shut, he finished, "...kiss."
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Post by Victor von Doom on May 23, 2012 17:15:45 GMT -5
"I'm sure with my substantial gifts I can come up with some alternate expression of regard."
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Post by Tybalt on May 23, 2012 19:18:16 GMT -5
"But I uniquely enjoyed your kiss."
An expression of unease moved across his features. He kept his eyes shut, not wishing to look into Doom's as he spoke.
"My lord... I..."
How to word this? Step one, dare. Risk everything.
It was generally easier for him for he generally had nothing to lose. But the world had been given to him tonight; the world had been on top of him, surrounding him, Victor von Doom's glistening expanse of glorious hot flesh free to taste, to clutch, to.. possess, even. And he was moments away from losing it, like a fool.
He opened his eyes with a look like a begging dog's.
"I have known many a disfigured man in Verona." And there it was. "With scars of varying severity. It is nothing to be repulsed by-"
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Post by Victor von Doom on May 23, 2012 19:55:59 GMT -5
Doom hesitated for a moment, torn by pride as it warred with an overwhelming pity.
"You have a charitable heart. The scars on your bodies are little like the scars on mine."
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Post by Tybalt on May 23, 2012 20:04:53 GMT -5
"....was... was it a burn, my lord?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on May 23, 2012 20:10:33 GMT -5
"After a fashion."
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Post by Tybalt on May 23, 2012 20:22:10 GMT -5
Tybalt winced sympathetically.
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