Kinda wanna soap
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Thread Topic: Kinda wanna soap
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Elliot just couldn't match the pace of the slave. He felt that the amount of exhaustion he felt was way too much for how little he had done. He hadn't missed a single spot, yes, but he also wasn't going at at a full pace- something he knew that he could do. By the time Ariel called the human to come over, the human had only covered half of what the maid had. "I'm coming, Ariel," he looked up, setting the supplies down. The purple haired boy gracefully pushed himself up and walked over to his owner's side, worried.
There was an emotion in Ariel's eyes that Elliot couldn't quite decipher. When he arrived at the angel's side, he kept his eyes down to his feet. He felt as if he were going to get scolded. He had done so poorly, despite all of the angel's comfort last night. -
When the slave had met him outside, it took all of Ariel's willpower to keep from laughing. Pathetic, this human was. Which made it so much more fun. "You," He growled, "Are pathetic~" He pushe Elliot against the wall, glancing down to the purple haired male. Knowing how scared the slave was, the beautiful angel was excited to see Elliot's reaction. With Elliot pressed against the wall, with no where to go, what would he do? Ariel loved scaring humans. They were so fidgety and so jumpy. The reflex arc they had within their cells was always on overdrive. Ariel didn't possess this. Another side effect.
Angels didn't have reflexes to pain or fear. This made it difficult for an angel such as himself to survive in the human world. He wouldn't react if he was stabbed by a human. Then again, it would only hurt. He would bleed, yes, but he would be fine. Worldly weapons couldn't kill an angel. -
Elliot glanced up before he felt the angel push him up against the wall. The word 'pathetic' rung in his ears. He blinked, not registering the feeling of the wall against his back for a moment. "P.. Pathetic?" the human choked out the words, feeling lost. Of every emotion he thought the angel would have, he hadn't expected to hear those words. It was like an insult. He would have allowed himself to fall into a pity moment, but he finally realized that the older had him against the wall. Eyes widening, the purple haired boy squirmed, pushing his hands against the other's chest.
"I don't care what you call me, b-but don't..!" the human couldn't find the right words to end his sentence. Don't what? He stared up at Ariel, feeling worried. He wasn't scared, really, but he was upset. He didn't want to be stuck there. Elliot tried to push him off, but he was scared to hurt the other, so he didn't use much force. "..Move," he protested softly as he started to give in. "Please." -
The angel couldn't help it. He loved the boy's squirms. The way he was just beginning to beg. He wanted more begs, he thought. But he decided to be a little less rough, and gently lifted his own weight of of Elliot. Only a little, though, but enough to give Elliot his breathing space- somewhat. A wide smile was pasted on Elliot's face, and one would say it was mischievous. The white haired angel had his blood colored eyes zeroed in on Elliot- not moving them. He didn't particularly love his reaction to his insults, being offended was the last thing Ariel wanted for the slave. But perhaps it was a good thing.
Although the purpose of this scene was not to give him more work ethic, perhaps the newfound terror and offensive the slave had towards him would help him. Perhaps. Of course, the purpose of this was merely to see the reaction Elliot gave, simple curiosity. He now knew he would have to go through a lot of conditioning to get Elliot the way Ariel wanted him. -
Elliot breathed out a bit, relaxing slightly once some of Ariel's weight was taken off of him. He wanted the angel to get off of him completely, but he supposed that this was just a test to see his reaction. He hadn't been particularly scared, really. It wasn't until he saw the smile that the angel had on his face. When he saw the weird smirk, it made the human feel uncomfortable. Now he was even starting to feel scared. Anything could happen to him as he was pinned beneath the other. And as the human started to push once more, he realized that the angel had no intention of moving further.
"Ariel!" the gray eyed human wailed, tears starting to prick at his eyes. Elliot couldn't help them- he was soon crying, trying to shove the other off of him. Thinking that this was about his pace, he cried, "I'll work faster, I promise, just get off! Please.." He turned his head away, covering his mouth to stifle his soft sobs. The poor boy didn't know how to react to the other, or what he wanted- and he didn't like that at all. -
"Oh, don't fret, boy." Ariel smirked more, totally and completely amused by the situation. Kissing his cheek, Ariel wrapped Elliot in his arms. "I was only joking~" he assured, a quiet purr to his voice. And no, he wasn't joking. Ariel hated having to act the way he did with his slave, his toy! He was quickly growing impatient. He, indeed, wanted Elliot. And Ariel was beginning to fuss at how he had to wait. It frustrated him more than he could physically show. He bit his lip, resting his chin on Elliot's shoulder. Ariel was much taller than he, and had to lean down to do so.
He enjoyed his superior height. Hell, he enjoyed superiority itself. It made Elliot feel helpless compared to him. Yes, yes. Elliot was a mere mortal. He had no idea how much strength he could use on him. The pain he could inflict. Anything he wanted, he could and would get. -
(Oh oh oh
Do you want to do any smut scenes via email or something? owo)
Elliot frowned a bit, not trusting the hug. Though he was pleased that he had only been joking, he didn't like the joke. "Ariel.. O-Oh!" the human gasped as the other kissed his cheek. His face turned a bright red. He was grateful that Ariel was hugging him- he quickly hid his face, rubbing his tears away. He was able to quickly remove any trace of his tears. The human looked up, sniffling. Gray eyes focused on the red eyes above him.
He wondered, for a moment, if he would get tossed out. He was weak. He was acting like a child. Most slaves would likely not cry over a joke. Yet Elliot had. Wasn't he supposed to be strong? As the other rest his chin on his shoulder, he looked at the him, his eyes dull. The angel was so much taller than him. And stronger. He wondered what the older could do that he couldn't do. What he wanted to do. The purple haired boy slowly raised a hand to pet the other's hair, a way of him showing that he forgave him. "..Would you prefer for me to call you 'master'?" he asked suddenly, shifting his weight slightly. "Can I.. Do anything that would make up for my lack of effort?" -
(Yeeee. Sounds good)
Ariel smiled a little of the idea. It was sinful in nature, and he wouldn't dare speak it out loud. "I have a few ideas, I suppose." He said with a shrug. "But first you need a bath. Do you mind I bathe you?" Of course, he was only asking to be polite. Elliot should know at this point, that whatever he said went. The slave didn't have an option. He would have to get over crying over simple matters. It was weak, it was unappealing. He couldn't have Elliot weeping as he tried going about.. Other matters.
Ariel used to think, while in heaven, why humans sinned so much. But when he came to earth, he realized sin was like a drug. You couldn't do it once. Your first sin was usually a minor one- but many moved on to homosexuality, stealing and murder. They were all so indulgent. Ariel loved adultery the most, though. It was by far the most pleasuring. -
(gimme yo email child)
Elliot wrinkled his nose at the idea of being bathed by the angel. He was capable of washing himself. However, if he was to make up for his mistakes, he would have to start by obeying. The human knew that he wasn't really asking him. Even if he said no, the older would still bathe him. Reluctantly, he replied, "Not at all." He subconsciously rubbed his arms, imaging being undressed in front of the other. Unlike Ariel, he wasn't comfortable stripping with another in the room. He had hated it at the auction house.
He recalled the comments he would get if people were watching. About his chest. His hips, his legs, everything. He was always shy, especially when he had to change his undergarments. Being watched always made him feel wrong about his body. Sheepishly, Elliot glanced down at himself, the blush returning to his face. His body was Ariel's, he reminded himself. He felt the blush turn hotter and he turned away once more, touching his face in an attempt to hide it from his owner. -
(my email be [no emails])
Ariel wondered when the last time Elliot had bathed was. Ariel allowed his slaves to bathe quite often, just as long as he wasn't using the bathroom then. Luckily, as Ariel began to stand, the maid came rushing out of the bathroom. "All clean, master!" She said, before scurrying off like a little mouse to wherever she was before. Ariel smirked a little. "Right on time, it's clean." Of course he would allow Elliot to bathe in his personal favorite bathroom. Normally, the slaves bathed in the much smaller bathroom down the hall, all at once. He didn't allow them to waste water. Luckily, the bathtub in that bathroom was large for the room as well.
He entered the bathroom again, which was now much cleaner than before. Ariel thought she had done quite the formidable job, even for going so quickly. He began to run the water, closing the door after he and his slave. Once the temperature felt nice, he pressed a button to put the plug in the drain. Many faucets were running the same temperature, and Ariel turned to ask, "Want any bubbles or fragrance? I have many.." -
(I cannot email [no emails] D:
Mine is pride2dark@gmail.com)
Elliot took note that the slave had called him master and not by his name. He would have to do that too, he supposed. But Ariel hadn't seemed to find discomfort in allowing the human to call him that. Perhaps he didn't mind, nor care. At the mention of the bathroom being clean, he instantly pulled away from the taller. Ariel had finally moved away. He dropped his hand to his sides, following the angel to his own bathroom.
They were back in the same bathroom, he noticed. But this time, it was cleaner than it had started. Elliot had a sad look in his eyes when he remembered his awful job at assisting. He had only gotten a fourth of what the maid had done. But he couldn't worry about that now. As Ariel asked him a question, he looked up, blinking. "Um.. I don't mind. Whatever you would like." -
(f--- I forgot about that XD rainbowunicorns628 @ gmail.com)
"A personal favorite of mine is apricots and cream. Or perhaps Japanese cherry blossom? Hm. I'm a mess when it comes to decisions." The angel said, shrugging. He went over to the large closet at the other side of the room, opening it with a quiet sigh. Many fragrances, bath bombs, towels, wash clothes, bubble baths, flower petals and more adorned the closet. It was medium sized, but held more than one would think it was capable of. He glanced around the closet, taking note of his stock and what he would have to go get. He chose apricots and cream fragrance with a vanilla scented bubble bath, and a few bath bombs of the same scent as the fragrance. Feeling generous, he also got some rose petals- of the colors white, pink and a deep, blood red.
He glanced over to the bathtub, seeing that it was about halfway full. "Why don't you go test the water? Make sure it's okay for you?" He suggested, beginning to pour bubble bath and fragrance in. However, he didn't put the petals or bath bombs in just yet. He would wait until his slave, his personal pet was in before doing so. -
(Lol it's okay, I mess up all of the time)
Elliot didn't recognize any of the scents the angel was listing. He wasn't too familiar with scented soaps and the like. He had only ever gotten the regular, unscented bar of soap to bathe himself with. The human watched the other with slight interest as he walked across the room to the closet. It was filled with several bathing items, some that he didn't even recognize. His mouth fell open, forming a small 'o' shape. He was surprised that one could own so much for a bathroom.
Ariel picked out several items, carrying them over. He observed the taller with his dull gray eyes, nose twitching. Upon being asked to test the water, he moved over, bending down to touch it with his fingers. The water was a little on the hot side, but it was a comfortable heat. It wasn't too cool, or scorching hot. Elliot liked the temperature. Looking up at the angel, he said, "It's fine. May I undress and go in now?" -
(Okie)
Ariel nodded at the slave when he asked if he could go and get dressed. "Yes, you may." He responded, standing. He kept his arms behind his back, his hands clasped. He made sure to stand up straight, as well. These human bodies were awfully sensitive. If you stood too forward or too much back for too long it could seriously hurt your spine. The angel hated that. It was one of the things he despised about living among the humans. Their bodies could feel so much pain so easily, and their minds often followed suit. Sensitive, sensitive, sensitive.
Luckily, though, he was way more durable than the average human. Being supernatural, he didn't bleed when it came to human weapons. He couldn't catch sickness or disease. He never got hungry. He didn't really feel emotions- but being around them for so often, it did take an influence on you. You began to think and feel like one, but luckily, he would never be one of their unclean breed. -
Elliot inhaled, closing his eyes. He was going to get undressed in front of someone. Another man. Despite the fact that he shouldn't feel embarrassed, he felt a blush forming on his face. He grabbed his shirt, tugging it up above his head. He took his time folding it and setting it down away from the tub. Then, he bent down to remove his shoes and socks. The angel waited patiently for the human to finish undressing. Elliot glanced up him for a moment. He looked like he was stretching out his limbs.
He wondered if Ariel was going to join him in the water. Would he get a better glimpse of his scars? Wanting to see them, he removed his remaining clothing. For a moment, Elliot didn't know what to do. Should he sit there, nude, at the edge of the bath? Standing, he carefully climbed into the bathtub, sighing at the feeling. It was comfortable. The water reached his hips by the time he had fully gotten into the water. He turned, looking up at his owner expectantly. "Now what?"
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