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[ ♑ ] it was inevitable

who: grand highblood + summoner
when: 9/26 evening
where: their usual forest playground
style: prose
status: closed

The first message had been a tease, and the Grand Highblood hates being teased. But as much as he hates being poked fun of, he's no fool to go off on a rampage trying to find the ones who dare poketh their stick into the lion's cage. That just comes off as way too desperate, especially if he did manage to find the Summoner who would've likely been in no mood to indulge his bloodlust. Though there's also a 50/50 chance that he would've indulged him, which only infuriates the highblood more, being way too used to being The Most Fickle One of them all.

The second one was the message he had been waiting for. Finally.

He takes all the shortcuts from the cave and into their usual forest area, finding no reason to prolong such an anticipated meeting (and of course having very little else to do), and finds himself standing in a large clearing. The trees, rocks, even the ground itself shows wear and tear from their previous clashes, and the forest itself along with its wildlife seems to sigh heavily at his presence.

Then he cranes his neck up, and a wide grin slowly stretches across his face. The winged troll is perched high up on a tree, staring down back at him.

"Still in the motherfucking mood?" He wanders close to the tree, stretching out an arm to brush his hand against the bark. His fingers wrap tightly around the trunk as much as his hands will allow and shakes the tree viciously.

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His free hand wrestles with the Summoner's leg while the other hand keeps its grip on his horn. The fingers will do all the work, so he allows his thumb to stick out as he slides the hand towards the base, and quickly scrapes against the side of Summoner's face with a single claw.

"That's REAL motherfucking fresh, comin' from a motherfucker makin' like a beetle all rolled onto its motherfucking back." He snickers, then curls over the small body, hair draping around them like a huge suffocating curtain. He's pretty sure he knows what his face looks like right now to the Summoner: eyes wide and bloodshot, red almost, tongue poking out between rows of razor sharp teeth as he suddenly lunges forward as if about to rip into his face.

It's tempting, to dig his teeth into flesh. Rip off an ear, maybe. Leave a nice gash in his neck then take a claw to stretch it out all the way down his chest. But instead he brushes his tongue against the small scrape on his face. The nice little wounds in his mind can wait AFTER he deals with the legs kicking at his stomach. Maybe he should break one....

Summoner's eyelids flutter as the Highblood's hand slides down his horn and soon he can actually feel it near his scalp. The sensation makes him shudder and he growls deep when he feels a claw sink into his face. He's getting mixed feelings from it all. On one side he wants to keep fighting, and, kicking and snarling and scratching, but on the other side he can't help but like the tension, like the feeling moving through him from that grip.

The Summoner's eyes dart around a little, darkness starting to move in over him as the Highblood gets closer, he can see the water fall of hair surround him and again he's conflicted.

"A real troll knows how to deal with any situation, chucklefuck-" And then he shivers, feeling the roll of slimy tongue lap over his cheek. Again he shudders, his nose scrunching and lips curled in a sneer at the disgusting sensation. But the feeling of his tongue seems to make his stomach churn as well, hands moving up to grip into that hair and tug it hard, aiming to pull some out.

Summoner kicks again, soon feeling something wet and he glances down, the eye on the wet side of his face closed. His foot is sinking into that wound made by his lance and he's quick to shove his foot in harder, opening the wound further and twisting his leg a little.

The shudders vibrate up his arms and he can't help but try and suppress one himself. The sharp taste again on his tongue only worsens the effect, eyes rolling back slightly. He can practically smell the conflicting emotions just wafting off his person like some disgusting lowblood pheromone.

He makes a loud hissing sound as the Summoner yanks on his hair, feeling the messy strands snap in some places, tiny bursts of pain spreading across his scalp. It feels good, and he resists, strengthening the intensity of the pull.

Then suddenly there's a burst of pain in his side, and notices right away that the motherfucker's foot is just twisting and churning away into that dark gaping wound. A shuddering growl escapes his lips and he arches his back to try and alleviate it purely out of instinct.

"Looks like you're motherfucking dealing with it JUST MOTHERFUCKING FINE!" And his grin looks a mixture of angry and gleeful, pushing his body forward into the foot, the pain threatening to overwhelm his body. Those little acts of violence he's been entertaining in his pan resurface again, and his head lunges forward to snap at Summoner's ear.

"Told you, I tend to grab this shit by the horns, ya know?" A chuckle, swallowing his anxiety. He gives a smut grin, rolling his eyes a little.

"But uh, I guess you're more doin' that right now, hey? With your hand like, on my horn and all, ah hah-" Wow that was awkward as fuck. Let him just fix that with shoving his foot in further, not that it's not already with how the Highblood just kind if... pushes closer. The sensation is making him a little nauseous, feeling his foot dig into bleeding skin and muscle, feeling it contract and ooze into his pants and battered torn shoes.

"Ugh-" He gasps, snarling in disgust from the feel before the sudden movement causes him to flinch.

As soon as the Highblood darts forward, he's got another knife, this one smaller, but it does what he wants, blade pushed to the corner of the Highblood's mouth, sinking into the flesh a little. He doesn't actively cut his cheek though, just holds it there to intimidate as he stares up with a glare.

"Come on now, where's the romancing?"

He would laugh at the awkward bits if he had the mind to right now, but he doesn't, and merely rolls his eyes. A long deep breath is taken in as the foot digs deep and his lips twitch, curling back in pain, eyes threatening to screw themselves shut.

Damn, and he really was looking forward to snapping that pointy ear off. Instead, he's met with a blade tugging at the corner of his mouth and he immediately stops. His tongue runs gently along the edge that's actually inside his mouth, and he sucks in a breath mostly because he's starting to drool. Well, not that it really matters... in fact, he decides to just let it trail down his chin just to annoy the Summoner some more.

"Not the motherfuckin' romancing type," he replies around the blade, still rubbing his tongue against it. "Thought you motherfucking all up and KNEW a brother a little by now, heh. Hit it and motherfucking quit it, as the saying all goes."

"Yeauch-" Snarls, feeling saliva drip down the knife and onto his fingers. He shivers slightly, but keeps his hand there, pushing a little harder. His gaze soon returns to the other's eyes and he pulls on a smirk, raising a brow.

"Hit it and quit it huh? Y-yeah, I see it all now." A snort, pushing the blade a little further, feeling skin snap under it, slicing his mouth a little wider.

"Doubt you can get enough of me though, once I give it to ya." Pushes the blade harder, slicing a bit further, ingido blood accompanying that saliva now.

"If I give it to ya."

He bites down on the blade. At least, the best he can, though he's not really putting in much effort to try and stop it from cutting into his mouth. Nah, he doesn't mind it much. It stings, and that's about it. No motherfucking biggie...for now.

This line of conversation has his full attention, feeling a small churn in his gut. There's no doubt about it that his mind is vivid and full of... interesting imagery.

"IF? Heh, motherfucker, ever all thought that maybe," he hisses, spitting a little from the force of his breath. "Maybe I could all up and motherfucking TAKE it?"

Summoner scowls, closing his eyes a little more and trying to turn his head away, but, well, he can't, so that doesn't happen and he gets a nice slight spray of saliva on his face and ugh ew ew, it's starting to drip down his arm now...

"Uugh- yeah, sure take it. Can't take it if I'd give it to you, dumbass."

"Oh?"

There's genuine interest in his tone, eyebrows going up. It wasn't entirely clear to him if the troll had been serious about, considering how fucking evasive and coy the motherfucker's been each time.

He jerks his head to the side so that the blade is now pointing straight down his throat if Summoner ever decides to plunge it straight into his mouth. Teeth gnaw at the steel blade, an annoying clacking sound following. His hand on the horn squeezes, thumb brushing roughly against the scalp, while the other hand now grasps the leg still resting near the wound. He attempts to pull the leg away, to draw his body closer, to grind his body against him.

Yeah, it's pretty much him taking that as a 'yes please do me now', but he's still wary. The fucker's still got a good grip on that knife, after all.

"What?" A growl, his eyes searching the Highblood's face for a moment before his eyes close to a more sinister glare, watching the indigoblood move his head. Hair sways with the movement, brushing closer to the side of Summoner's face and he pulls in a deep breath, trying not to enjoy the feeling before wincing a little from the grip on his horn.

"A-ah-!" Clamps his teeth shut tight, silencing himself, brows kneading together. The feeling of thumb to scalp is pleasing as well, it contrasts with the disgust nicely, keeping him interested but not completely making this a pleasurable experience.

The blade falters little once his leg is tugged away and soon he's shrugging his shoulders up and grinding his teeth a little, feeling the Highblood grind up against him. Summoner swallows, arching his back a little and feeling his stomach churn anxiously.

"D-daaaamnit."

The hightblood can't hold back his amusement. No, this is just too good, he has to laugh. Or at least chuckle a little. His tongue pushes up against the flat of the blade, holding it against the roof of his mouth. Once he finds an opening, he plans on ripping that knife from the Summoner's hands.

He winces as well, though it's mostly from the sharp pain in his side as he moves his body close. His knees dig into the soft ground beneath them, grateful for such a pleasant spot to be even doing this. Hand still on the horns, he continues to rub with his thumb not really paying attention to his nails. The thumb scrapes and scratches against sensitive skin, sometimes leaving thin brown marks.

"Look at that," he coos, a snicker following right after. "Someone's all up and enjoying this WAY MORE than a brother." Though that may not even be entirely true. The highblood can feel his groin pulse as he grinds against him harder in response to the slight rise of the smaller troll's body, roughly pinning the leg in his grasps onto the ground.

Summoner still keeps some of his focus on the blade, tilting it to just barely grind the tip up against the rood of the Highblood's mouth, feeling it sink into his upper pallet.

Summoner winces and snarls here and there, the feeling of claw sinking into his scalp is painful and making his head pound a little.

"Let me w-worry about what I enjoy-" he growls, jerking the blade away and it disappears into his sylladex. His hand is empty now, but he quickly moves to grind the claw on his thumb up against the underside of the Highblood's neck.

"You're know you're a real piece of w-work, right? You ugly son of a bitch."

He makes a low grunting sound as the tip digs into his mouth, then makes the sound again as the blade disappears from his mouth entirely.

"I'm motherfucking aware-" he sneers, licking his lips. His sentence is cut off by the claws against his neck, and motherfuck that makes his heart race. It feels ridiculously good, the immediate danger of claws against soft throat skin.

His body doesn't move, ceasing its grinding, and just sits there perfectly still. The grip on Summoner's horns and legs are still strong though, even tugging on them a little in impatience.

"And you all up and talk too motherfucking much. You subject EVERY MOTHERFUCKING ONE to your shitty noise like this?"

"Tch-" A snarl, seeing the Highblood's reaction to his claw. Summoner digs it in deeper, puncturing the flesh there and feeling a chill as the skin rips and splits. It makes it a hell of a lot easier to hurt someone when they like it to some degree. Sick, sick and weird, but easier. His other fingers soon grip into the side of the Highblood's neck, grazing claws over it as his thumb stays where it is, just under his jaw.

"Usually, when nothing more interesting is happening. You normally crap for conversation too?" A snort, shoulders shrugging a little.

"Nevermind, you uh, you don't even need to answer that."

When those claws dig in, he snaps out of his slight daze, hands jerking at the body parts that he's holding onto. He tugs hard on the horn, almost pulling his head off the ground, and his claws dig into the leg, leaving short but deep gashes. He wheezes, more claws around his neck, but wears a wide grin on his face.

He answers anyway. "There's always a motherfucking TIME AND PLACE for a good conversation," he says almost amiably with a chuckle. "Usually find your motherfucking gums all up and flappin' when you've got something between your motherfucking legs?"

This time he doesn't thrust his hips forward, just letting his weight lay naturally down on him. For now, anyway.

Another gasp, his head starting to pound a little from all the rough housing going on with his horn. The grip on his leg only adds to the pain, causing his torso to curl a bit more, the wound on his side to sting worse, more blood staining his shirt.

"Something between my legs-?" A questioning glance before he looks down.

"Uh, like what? Currently it's a little void there, if you, uh, know what I mean." A small chuckle, looking back up. "But before any of that, if that, might I suggest we flip this 180 style before your weight crushes me to death? I think dying might ruin this for me."

The highblood lets out a huff through his nose, growling at the suggestion. He wars with himself for a second, deciding whether it'd be in his best interest to have this shitblood on top of him or not. But at this point, whether Summoner is below him or not, it really makes no difference. He would find a way to make things difficult regardless, aside from the fact that maybe, yes, he COULD crush him in this position. And the highblood would gain little from it. Crushing things to death without meaning to is possibly the lamest thing.

"Ruin it for you, but maybe make it motherfucking better for me," he snickers, despite his reluctant actions to move off of him. "I sure had no motherfucking complaints about it before." A suggestive tone, strongly hinting at when Summoner had died and he had taken custody of the body.

You-

"I, really don't-" Know what to say about that... Give him a second.

"Wh-wh-what the flying fuck!?" Okay yeah, shoving hard now. Kicking that wound if he can and getting his claws into you as much as fucking possible. Hopefully all the anger covers up the fact that his face is bright orange.

Because seriously, what even!?

That sends the highblood in a motherfucking rib-aching laugh, his grip suddenly tightening again as the Summoner struggles to injure him some more. Yeah, like the numbness isn't already settling in as it is, whatever. The biting pain from claws and kicks to his side only makes him throw back his head, chuckle lowly, groan from pain shooting up his side.

"SURPRISED, MOTHERFUCKER?"

And with a strong pull, he lifts the Summoner off the ground as he pulls himself off into a seated position, dragging the body with flailing limbs into his lap. His hips thrust up as his hands push the Summoner's body down, energy renewed by such an explosive reaction, and if Summoner isn't flailing too hard to notice he could feel something move inside those ridiculous pants. Don't think he doesn't see the flush on your face. This highblood notices everything.

The knife's even back and he's tempted to shove it into the bastard's neck, but damn he doesn't want him dead. He could probably get it in there nice and deep too. Summoner clenches his fangs, clicking his tongue on the back of his teeth as he presses the blade to the Highblood's neck hard but doesn't puncture too much, doesn't pulling his hand to cut.

"What the Sufferer!?" He thought, maybe something, since well, he knows the Highblood had his corpse for a while, but it's a different thing entirely to hear it. His stomach is churning and his mind's going to a rather terrible place despite him fighting against thinking about it all together. But that black tar that pumps through the veins of their relationship just rushes faster as he bites and shreds.

Damnit, moving again, but at least he can breathe a bit bette-

"Ahh- haa-" His eyes flutter, feeling a chill slide down his body as soon as he's being forced against the Highblood's hips. Summoner's hands quickly move to grab the indigo's forearms tight, the blade between his palm and the guards of the Highblood's arms. Hard to think of anything else besides how that feels and he breathes deep, pushing back a bit, trying to sink his claws into skin deep.

What was it about the thing that was stressing him out earlier? The thing with the person with the drama and the- Welp, looks like he successfully managed to busy his mind with something else.

"Ah-" His head droops down a bit, glaring with low lids up to him, wings shaking and teeth bared.

"You're f-fucking crazy-"

Bringing the knife is a nice added touch and heh, he does appreciate all this effort the Summoner puts into this. It's real motherfucking nice and considerate, really. He hisses at the cool thin sensation at his neck, but it doesn't deter him from his task.

He snarls instinctively at the usage of the Sufferer's name, but he lets it simmer into his blood, let that feeling absorb in through his skin.

"Nnyeah-" Hips continue to undulate, slowly but with a good amount of force. Hands now off his horns and leg, just wrapped around his waist and hips, hands large enough to go around that slim body. Nails scrape against soft skin, taking care not to scratch the wings, just pushing him down in rhythm.

"But we already motherfucking know you got the motherfucking darkest bloodlust for some crazy," he mutters, his hand slowly moving towards his own pants, fingering the waistband. "It's all up and scratched into your motherfucking face, burned into your disgusting flesh-" Then moves his head forward, teeth bared, to sink those chompers into Summoner's lower lip.

Hey, Summoner's got style, though it's a little hard to tap into right now with that mix of freaked out, angry, and aroused, granted, those three things probably work as style for the Highblood. As for that name? Despite it being the name of the individual causing him some anguish, Summoner doesn't think of him when he says it. It's a curse, fairly common for him and his men, it just falls from his lips naturally.

And now he's fallen into the pace of this, pushing up against him as those wider hips from forward, making his own arousal grind and churn in the pit of his stomach.

"Y-yeah-" He says distantly, lifting his head a little, his voice hushed, a growl in his throat. Summoner breathes deep, mentally preparing himself, glancing down the to playful fingers at a waistband before staring back up at him. His nose wrinkles a bit, that smell of death leaking from between the Highblood's fangs only pissed him off more.

"Just shut the hell up-" The taste of blood fills his mouth from the pain on his lip, but the comment still slides out with ease before he pushes forward, kissing him and snarling his fangs into his lips.

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