poly_chromatic | ♦♦ 33RD CONTRACT

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darker than black - hei

♦♦ 33RD CONTRACT - ANONYMOUS TEXT/ACTION

...Back again.

I could do without the psychic jetlag. No worse for the wear, despite it.

[ Anonymous Text ]
Sing A Song of Sixpence The Child's Rhyme A Lie 1 & 20 Blackbirds Baked As They Die

[ Do not be alarmed. It's a code, not threats of animal abuse. Simply Hei's way of testing the Network-waters. ]

[ Private to Yin ]

~~Are you all right ...?~~

Status?

[ Private to Pai ]

I'm at the safehouse.

[ Options For Run-Ins ]

Cafe: He's assumed 'Li's persona -- timid and dopey-faced. A walking chameleon. But right now, blending with the scenery isn't his priority. The opposite. He's utilizing the freedom afforded by the City to stick out. To play chicken with himself -- after months of paranoid caution. You'll see him seated at the corner, with an unobstructed view of the cafe's interior. Elbow-deep in several platters of fried food, gorging like it's his last meal on earth.

It's his sixth. But fugitive life does wonders for an already freakish appetite.

Dojo: Avoiding the facility’s tangle of Life Cycles and Cybex machines, he's focused on a series of punches, blocks, and kicks to the air that, to the uninitiated, might look like a martial dance routine. It's a kata, but nothing formal or stylized. He has no interest in revealing the full scope of his abilities. Even so, his moves are good -- smooth, practiced, and powerful. They would be impressive in any grizzled combat veteran, but this guy seems at least half that age.

His visit to the dojo isn't an indulgence, or a way to burn off energy. It's a way of reassuring himself that his enemies-- his real enemies -- really are all back home. Or it could be a way of saying come out, come out, wherever you are.

The Underground: In his absence, things have moved around. Locations have changed; reigns of power have switched hands. But it's nothing too drastic. Masked, alone, he propels himself into his first patrol of the year. He feels almost like a kid, a high school student, gone away during summers -- not to visit family and friends but off to anonymously toil in some big city. Now he's back from big travels -- big character-altering, mind-boggling travels. And somehow, the cliche is true: everything in the City seems slightly tepid after having experienced all that disasters and miracles back home.

Of course, it's never a good idea to imagine there is anything tepid about the City. Not so long as it brews with such indefinable magic. Things that pour out of it, or gravitate to it, large or small, are never harmless. In that department, even Hell's Gate has nothing to boast of in comparison.

Anywhere Else: Invent your own setting! You know the drill! c:

[ OOC: Officially off hiatus, and Hei is back in the City, after a brief canon update! Post is anonymous and unhackable as always! Tags will be sporadic so your patience is appreciated<3 ]

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[Korra takes her time working her way down his body, thoroughly exploring each new scar with lips and tongue. There are a lot of them -- way more than he'd had before. She can feel on a more visceral level the kind of dark place he must have been in.

She's not sure how long it takes for her to reach the part of him most loudly crying out for attention. She's felt it pulse beneath her, each throb like a plea. She takes it into her hand and just breathes on it -- a test of his patience and a little revenge.]

[ Her dangling hair, the feel of her mouth -- it's all a ticklish-hot sensation. Hei doesn't squirm, but there's a sharp hitch in his breathing. Still, the impatience is a low hum for now, a faint flutter in his chest. His lungs fill and his muscles tighten under her touch. His eyes are half-open, the screen of eyelashes fracturing the moonlight to spit it off in sparks. Through the blur, he watches Korra slide lower, lower, and his fingers tighten under the pillowcase, almost unnoticeable except for the veins ticcing across his forearms. Half a dozen scenarios of reaching out, grabbing her, shoving her pretty mouth down on his cock -- all violent and mindless -- arise all at once in his head. ]

[ But when she circles her hand around him, breathing against the tip, he can't do much but let off a ragged exhale. In her grip, his erection jumps and quivers. ]

[She kisses the tip, much like she had that time before, early in their relationship, as though she's hesitant to take him in. There's no actual hesitation, only a desire to tease. Her tongue flicks out, tracing the head, the veins, but she doesn't take him in. Let him suffer a little more with longing and need.]

[ Hei tries to grit out: Come on. But his throat feels clotted, his breath hissing between his teeth. Face twisted into something almost like a grimace and his brain searing and everything in him crying out and the house feeling totally motionless -- a glass globe sealing him in. The way her fingers are wrapped around him, it reminds him of the same quick confident grip she might use on a staff or an axe, possessing what's entirely in her power to yield. He tries to calm his breathing, tries to keep himself as still and motionless as possible, but his heart hammers away and the blood thuds at his eardrums. ]

[ Underneath Korra, his hips stir, and it's more instinctive than anything, a desperate bid for her to take him deeper in her mouth. ]

[Her other hand holds him down. She scrapes her teeth along the underside, an unspoken bid to Behave. She's doing this at her own time and her own pace and by her own rules. Her other hand slides up his stomach, rubbing the scars and massaging the taut muscles.]

[ He gets the message to stay down. It's an effort, clear in the tense way he rocks his hips into an incremental, jerking stillness. There's already something prickling up his spine, making his body flushed and hot the same way adrenaline works. A delicious, welcome burn, like when he'd practice the forms of his kata during training, and ache for hours after. He settles himself against the mattress, and concentrates for real. When she drags her teeth across the sensitive underside of his cock, he can feel that touch as if he's a butterfly trapped between her lips. Survivable at first but, as his hunger grows, he's demolished between her parted lips, cut to ribbons between those pretty white teeth. Dissolving -- mute, thrumming -- in the flicking of her tongue. ]

[ On a stuttered Oh, he sinks down with that touch. A couple years ago, with different people, this wouldn't have been possible -- too many sense memories with restriction, not to mention whatever is implicit in staying still, like a dog told to heel. But here, it doesn't feel debasing. The opposite. ]

[Let's be real -- even a few months ago, he wouldn't have been comfortable with this. He'd find ways to reassert his dominance, and she wouldn't resist because he'd make her feel so good. She'd just look back on it later and feel...wistful. Wish that he had just let her keep going.

And this time he is. It's so surprising, Korra almost doesn't know what to do with it. Don't waste it! She kisses the tip again and slowly slides her mouth open, never losing contact with his skin, until she's covered the head of his erection with her mouth.]

[ Hei looks -- lost. There's no other word for it. His eyes fluttering shut, lips parted, breathing shallow. Occasionally, he'll jerk and then reign it in, like he's forcing that instinct for control to settle. There's a surge and shriek in his nerves, a thrumming ache for more than just the slices of pleasure Korra's doling out. A greed for her body and voice and the delicious armful of her. It's hard to let go of reticences that are so entwined in his psyche, they're practically a part of his nature. To lay himself open to her even in these small ways. ]

[ It's a new experience, this, though not entirely unpleasant. Intimacy's the watch-word after all. ]

[ She takes him into her mouth, and the reaction is instant, the arch of his back and stretch of his ribs before he relaxes into it, twitching first into her touch and then petering out. It's almost a graceful kind of bend, but the sound that comes from him is something that's closer to a sob than a gasp. A kind of free-floating sound that doesn't always connect to Hei, of all people, but it does right now. ]

[She glances up at him, for a moment afraid she'd hurt him somehow, but no. He doesn't look like he's in pain (at least, not a bad kind).

She'll take pity on him though, because at the end of the day, she's not the tease that Hei is. As playful as she can be, it's just not in her nature to delay. She sinks down on him, humming and sucking to bombard him with sensation.]

[ The whole of his body jolts as she sinks down. The heat of her mouth is exquisite, and Hei's rasping noises turn into something more like a rumble, like he's grateful. Like he's enjoying himself beyond words. But it's a challenge too, fingers bunched up in the padding of the pillow, his mind skittering and trying to find balance or purchase where there is none. It's terrifying, because anything that ekes such a rawness out of him always is, driving that fine line between the good kind of senselessness and a dangerous, exploitative vulnerability, but Korra's presence is what makes this work. ]

[ The arch of his back, the stutter of his ribs as he breathes -- it's all hard proof. He doesn't buck into her mouth. But there's a tremor in his hips, almost like an encroaching earthquake. When she hums and sucks, pre-cum bursts in her mouth -- quick, sharp spurts, like shock or surprise. ]

[The spurts of precum take her by surprise -- it's been awhile, okay? -- and she coughs a little as some almost goes down the wrong pipe. She decides that tonight is not a night for swallowing. She pulls back with a little scrape of her teeth.]

Tell me when you're about to blow, okay?

[And then she's going back down, paying very close attention to his reactions. She hopes he tells her, but she's not about to rely on him.]

[ Hei exhales lightly, expression etched out into a fleeting half-smile. His eyes are heavy-lidded, the irises a lamp-like blue glow. ]

At this rate --

[ He doesn't get a chance to finish. She sinks down, and the melting heat of her mouth is a whip of pleasure that cracks high and red, a firework going off in the midst of the sweet high of her attentions. His breath gets caught somewhere in the back of his throat, the noise gritty like a snarl. But he stays put, riding out the sensations in incremental snaps of his hips, and nothing else. It's all limiting in a way he's not used to. For someone like Hei, who always has that sense of control -- not because, out of insecurity, he overtly snatches at it, but because that's how he functions, it's not easy. ]

[ But it also forces his to focus on the basest of things, like friction and slickness and sensitivity and breath. It's just as good. Better. ]

[She runs her free hand along the sensitive skin on the inside of his thigh, her nails scraping lightly. Occasionally taking her mouth off him to blow cool area across the head.

She loves the way he looks like this.]

[ Hei quivers: a seismic wave up his neck and down his thighs. Not sure if it's from the scrape of her nails, the hot slip-slide of her mouth, or the chill of air she blows across his wet skin. His hands are no longer fisting the pillows. Sometimes he's scrubbing at his face and hair with them, sometimes stretching his arms all the way up, arching his back. He has to close his eyes, has to bite back pleas, even as he feels his jaw twitch with them. Don't stop. Don't stop. Korra will feel the gush of pre-cum bubbling up the slit. His synapses are howling just as loud as he wants to; his brain is going to melt and ooze out through his ears; he wants to come but he also wants to make her stop or he's going to die. ]

[ Also, and something of a surprise to him, the whole experience gives him the most awful oral fixation. He wants that slippery tuft of her sex in his mouth with a singular sort of insanity. ]

Korra... [ Unsteadily, he taps her flank. ] Spin around?

[ In his experience, the sixty-nine is a position better suited to fantasy than action -- in the doing there is more distraction than mutual satisfaction. Someone always gets short shrift. But at this moment, he's so eager for Korra, as greedy to give pleasure than receive it, that he's ready to fall into this without negotiation. As it is, he'll have to tell her to stop in another thirty seconds. ]

[That makes her tense. She pulls away and looks up at him suspiciously.]

Why?

[She's not much inclined to listen to your requests right now, Hei. It may seem like she forgot what happened earlier, but she hasn't. You probably want to stay far away from anything involving your hand and her butt for awhile.]

I'd like to kiss you.

[ He says it with an almost boyish matter-of-factness, though it's clear he's not talking about kissing her mouth. She can control this however she likes -- move away, or deny him outright. But it's worth asking. She seems skittish, defiant, and he can't blame her. As it is, he feels too revved up, and at the same time, too content, full of fluttery delight, to put up much of a fight. ]

[ A beat, then two, before he reaches out, hands starfishing. His face, absent the usual shutters or edginess or cruelty, is almost sweet. Sweet in its lineaments and natural expression, like a child's so often can be, as if there's no agenda behind it. ]

[A moment's hesitation, then she crawls up his body, chest to chest, her mouth a breath away from his.]

You can kiss me.

[Like this, not the way she knows you want. Consider it your punishment for earlier.]

[ There's a twinge of disappointment. But it fades when she maneuvers herself upward, her pretty mouth a breath away from his. Her body is a solid weight, a radiant heat. Hei lifts his hands, cradling her jaw, his fingers tracing the outline of her neck. He kisses her softly, feeling the pulse flutter under her lips, tongue tracing along their seam to catch the muted taste of himself. Circling her in with one arm, he pulls her against him, her body across his, their mouths together. Kisses growing hungrier, hands trailing up and down her back, into her hair, down around the curve of her ass. He wonders if she can feel his gratitude, his greed for her, in his grip. Just touching her isn't enough for him -- he can imagine absorbing her into his skin. ]

[ A cliche, but they're always so ingrained in your psyche, you don't always remember why they're so dangerous. ]

[ Eventually, his lips break wetly from hers. He doesn't understand why his voice sounds so young, so raspy, when he speaks. ]

I'd like to fuck you. That all right?

[She's tempted to say no, to punish him. It's the kind of thing he would do to her. But his hands make her shiver and his kisses make her dizzy and the part of her that's furious she turned down oral is saying No point punishing yourself too. She leans back in and kisses him hard.]

Yes.

[That is so much more than all right.]

[ Hei's smile is lost in the humid press of their mouths. There's none of the usual push-pulling. Gently, he rolls them so he's settled on top, arms bracketing her sides, and Korra's head is on the pillow, her sweat-damp hair spread out across it and her mouth opened against his. His kisses are hungry, wet and wanting, an erratic rhythm like rain battering at a window sill. ] Fuck, you feel -- [ But it's all lost in the side of Korra's neck, and in how he's cradled between the saddle of her thighs, coasting his hands up her body, palming her breasts, plucking the nipples between the rough pads of his fingers. It's all the same as it has been before. No, it is unutterably different. Too much space between them. The lushness of Korra's body and the hardness of his own creates some new sense of bottomless want, some vague and fevery mania, pleasure building upon pleasure. ]

[ He bites one last kiss, before drawing back on an inhale. No distance, but a half-lidded warmth in his eyes, ]

Let me do the work?

[ Strange, how it's not about control for once, this position. Just about keeping her close, her heat and heartbeat suffusing him. ]

[She takes her time studying his expression, trying to get a gauge on his feelings. Where his head is at. He seems to be all warmth and closeness and need and she wants so badly for it to be true.]

You'll listen this time, right?

[ He rubs a slow pattern -- up and down her spine, along her flank -- letting her examine his expression as long as she needs to. Soothing her as best as he can when he murmurs, ]

You can always punch me if I don't.

[ It's a quip, paired with a barely-there smile. But inside, he is quietly self-cataloguing, testing the limits of his own self-control. Hoping that he means what he says. That he won't ruin this any more than he already has. The feel of her, skin and hair and breath, helps in easing away that hyperawareness he always wears. A physical reminder that it's not necessary right now. ]

[ Closing the gap between them, he kisses her again, his thoughts fluttering up a storm in his mind -- then quieting. With his free hand, he reaches for his tangled pants, plucking out the foil square. His breathing is measured, his movements finely-honed and patient, when he rolls the rubber on and angles himself between her thighs. ]

[She scowls at him.] I don't want to punch you. [Which doesn't stop her from punching him in the shoulder now.] I want you to listen.

[She's annoyed, aroused, and oddly soothed by the pattern he rubs on her skin. When he kisses her, she sinks back into the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer.]

[ Hei lets off a huff of air, more a gasp than a laugh, when her fist collides with his shoulder. (Part of him is still fighting it a little, the intimacy, whether he's aware of it or not, the mental scales tipping to and fro like he's trying to find purchase however he can.) But then she draws him close, and he can feel something in his chest opening to her like an unlocked diary. It's a warm place, not dark and thorny like everything else. Korra's name doesn't lie parallel to bitterness for him. Misgiving, yes. Self-castigation. But everything carries a vaguely sweet aftertaste. ]

[ He covers her, drawing her knees up, opening her wide. Settles his weight slowly over her body, becoming a living blanket as he intrudes. A faint groan spills out then, allowable in the general onrush. Making his first entrance, he pushes slowly deeper into her drenched sex, deliciously swollen from their earlier exertions. It grips him like her hand, tight and hot. He's so fucking hard for her, it's almost like he can lift her hips off the bed with his erection. But he wants events to unfurl more slowly. After that first impetuous bout, he's determined to get the absolute most out of this fuck before its destruction. ]

[ Shaking, he kisses her, his soft damp hair falling around them. Sweet, almost chaste this time, the filth and barbs and rough edges in abeyance for the moment. ]

[She hisses as he pushes inside, unexpectedly sore and he's so hot. It feels great; it's just a surprise. And he's shaking, which he's never done before. She almost wants to ask him if he's okay, if he's sick, but his lips are soft and sweet and she doesn't want anything to ruin this. She rocks against him, her breathing too deep and even to be easy.]

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