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These days come around and all that happens is that everything gets loud. But there are so many interesting people.

You may come into the Garage as long as you don't touch. Sticky fingers make enormous messes.

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[The sound he makes is all bird, a laughing little chirp. He's not afraid, it's not his place to be. Fear is hers.]

Always screaming. [His hips buck, shifting underneath her.] Never stops.

[He nudges his nose closer to her ear, has a secret to tell, he does,]

But she forgot where it's drawn, the line between pain and pleasure. Where screaming becomes moaning.

Does she want the illusion of rape?

[Her own hips shift back.]

You remember. Where the line is. Do you confuse it for her?

Hmm. No illusions, she will take. We [is that the first he has refereed to them as such?] should not suffer denial.

[He looks a little pensive as he slowly lifts a hand to curve along the side of her knee.]

I'm not numb to pleasure. Not like her.

[No hose. Her skirt bunches around his hand]

She's likes it well enough. Or fakes it.

Liking and feeling. Not the same.

[Too hot, he notices, but he also knows that his human half enjoys it.]

That's true.

[Skin on skin]

I usually get eaten by birds.

[He offers a large and deceptively innocent smile, craning his neck until their noses brush.]

Very clever bird. Very clever mouth.

No one else touches you like this.

No one else dares.

No one.

[He agrees, of course it's true.]

Cowards.

[Leaving a bored little bird to preen his own feathers. How criminal.]

[She reaches between them, between his legs]

I don't have any scruples to stop me. No one else knows how cruel I am.

[His borrowed human body flexes under her nicely, a boy who is very used to making pretty pictures for terribly cruel friends, eager to be touched. Somewhere, Carla is a wreck, curled in on herself and shuddering. Here he has pleasure, there she has pain, ripping herself apart. The echo between the two is delightful, she'll agree with him later when the outrage has settled.]

No one at all?

[He does like to be special.]

[Her fingers find him, encase him.]

Don't tell.

[His own little shudder, eyes slipping closed.]

Maybe.

[Promises are silly, but he is a greedy little thing. Maybe he'll keep his prize all to himself.]

I'll make that worth your while.

[Her hand tightens]

Do you do what you're told?

[He coos for her, easily pleased,]

When it's worth it.

[His touch is light up the back of her leg, up the back of her skirt. She says it is, he would take her word for it just as easily.]

[She shifts back slightly; she doesn't smell like anything but she's hot, hot in a way that isn't quite human, and the more aroused she gets the hotter she is.]

I'll make it worth it.

Yes, Saya. I'm listening, Saya.

[No, he's not smug at all, why do you ask.]

Are you?

[She slides back again and her skirt rides all the way up; she's not wearing underwear. The lips of her sex brush against him, now]

Intently.

[His writhes there, slow and lazy quite acutely focused on the sensation, completely grounded in the moment, no shyness and no shame. A test of his patience, unquestionably, but games he likes. Especially cruel games with strong, smiling women; or men, who's discriminating?]

[She just runs the head of his cock against her]

You don't focus on how cruel I can be and I'll show you how good.

Our secret.

[Even though this is horrible, this act, what it's doing to Carla. Saya doesn't care.]

[A huff of breath, a faint flush creeping around his throat. He would agree to just about anything to have what he wants. The follow-through thereafter was questionable, but,]

Soft and slick.

[Heated. Not cruel at all, but that wasn't the secret.]

My lips are sealed.

[She finally pushes onto him, her mouth opening]

Beg, little bird.

[His shoulders tense, head going back, long neck exposed. There is something to his expression that suggests he is listening to something, perhaps his other half shrieking across town. He licks his lips thoughtfully before panting, inviting,]

You'll take me [Us.] won't you?

[He isn't ashamed to be dominated, not in the least.]

Until I can't breathe, can't think. [His hands settle lightly on her hips, touching without any attempt to direct.] All the way under the skin, please.

[She moves her hips, now, riding against him, her fingers going to her shirt and undoing the top buttons. She moves as if she was born to do this, hitting against him, hot and tight]

I'll take you both, if you keep being so pretty.

[The tops of her breasts are visible now]

[His purr is all human, sound vibrating in his throat an chest. It was never just about the sex, there was always the element of being lost inside someone else that entranced them. The same rhythm, breath and blood and squelch.

Or it used to, before the feminine half found herself dead and broken and changed.]

The prettiest, Saya.

[His voice is a little tight, but lilting. His hand follows up her side, wonders if she'll lean back down once she's shaken off her shirt, let him put his pretty mouth to her skin.]