Kinda wanna soap
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Thread Topic: Kinda wanna soap
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Ariel tapped his chin three times before glancing back up to the human. A devious grin spread across his face. 'A man shalt not lay with a man. But then again, I'm not a man, am I?' The angel thought. In a distorted, quiet voice, the angel reached the verdict, "Yes, yes I'd suppose that would be alright."
Angels didn't have gender, after all. Not entirely. They kind of chose their human bodies. This one, that he had created by himself, he liked. He enjoyed the feel of the rough skin, and the glare of the red eyes. He enjoyed the body parts and hormones that came along with it. He loved the way the blood rushed to various parts of his body when he got happy. It was all fascinating, how the masculine body worked. He enjoyed it. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. And every day he got to cherish it.
For lack of a better word, to Ariel, it was like heaven. -
Elliot waited patiently for the angel to come to a conclusion. It was relaxing just being in the room with the other, he realized. When the other responded, the purple haired boy perked up, pleased. He walked over to his bed, sitting beside him. Ariel's bed was just as comfortable as his own, but it was warmer. He slowly laid down, yawning sleepily. It was easier to relax being with another person.
"Thank you," the human hummed happily. "I won't bug you about this again.." As he moved to get into the best sleeping position, he glanced at his owner, his eyes shining with curiosity. The older didn't seem to be angry with him. If anything, he had a happy look in his eyes. And that made Elliot happy too. Smiling, he looked away, snuggling under the covers. He made sure to give Ariel as much space as he could so he wouldn't trouble him once he fell asleep. -
Ariel said nothing, glancing at the boy a few times once he laid down. He ruffled his hair once, but didn't much interact with him other than that. He wasn't tired, as he much enjoyed the night. However, the angel did realize how late it was; the clock next to him beamed in bright blue numbers that it was 12:45. So, the angel decided to turn off the lamp next to him; oh, a beautiful lamp. It was very bright, and the shade was a perfect, white shade, so angelic light blushed in the room. When it was turned off, the room turned pitch black, despite the ability to make out the bright walls.
Ariel laid down, pulling the white sheets over himself and moving the bedding up. A little. He was still unsure of why he was spoiling the slave so much. It was not very masterly. He made a quiet vow to attempt to be tougher on the boy. And, curious if he was awake, Ariel began to massage the other's shoulders. Although this was considered "nice", it was necessary. Ariel wanted to see the boy's reaction to being touched by himself. -
Elliot smiled when he felt the angel's hand mess with his hair. The motion was friendly, opening. He felt as if he belonged at Ariel's home. He moved his hand under his head and closed his eyes. A few moments later, the lights were flicked off. He opens his eyes, gazing at the wall. Though he was tired, he couldn't sleep. Not yet. He wanted to see what the room looked like without any lights on. It was very pretty, he realized. He was surprised that he could even make out the walls in the darkness.
The human felt the angel stir behind him. The sheets were moved slightly. They were at Elliot's waist. If the red eyed angel was going to rest, he supposed he needed to as well. Before he could close his gray colored eyes, he felt hands touching his back. Surprised, Elliot arched his back again, letting out a soft, "Ehh?" He didn't turn back to look at Ariel, but he knew that he was the one touching him. Slowly, he started to relax, his body almost melting into the touch. In a few moments, the slave had fallen asleep, comforted by the angel's soft touch and the sound of his breathing. -
The angel felt the boy jolt at his touch at first, which was a given for any human. Unlike himself, they had reflexes and flinches that were designed to keep them alive. Angels didn't. They didn't need it. No human weapon could hurt an angel. And, although Ariel was low ranking, he was relatively strong when it came to defense. The angel also had his offense as well, but his skills were centered around defense. The angel also wielded a large axe at one time, but he usually kept that stashed in the very back of his closet. It wasn't very necessary to use on humans. Although it would kill them instantly, it was quite heavy and a waste of energy. Not like Ariel had much need to exterminate human kind. He didn't. He had nothing against them. In fact, he loved humans. They were the best crafted toys.
And Elliot would be his new favorite. The slender, small body shape he possessed was his favorite type. His childish, curious attitude was one that Ariel liked quite a bit. He could tell this would be an interesting "relationship"- if one were to put it that way. He continued to rub the other's back, moving down the full of his back; from tailbone to shoulder blades. -
Elliot lightly twitched in his sleep, though his breathing remained even. The human's body was still trying to get used to Ariel's touch, even as he slept. The soothing touch seemed to reach him in his dreams. The purple haired boy was imagining being with Ariel in his room. The two were playing cards, and every time Elliot won a game, he'd get to learn something new. He craved knowledge as a prize, and his owner was eager to give it to him. Elliot, of course, had managed to win every game. It was his dream, after all. The angel had yet to win a round.
Eventually, the dream gave way to the house's front door. The human had his hand wrapped around the knob, glancing behind him. The house was quiet. He was sure that even Ariel himself would not be awake. Sneakily, Elliot opened the door, closing it behind him and taking in the fresh air. He wasn't leaving, though. Oddly enough, the boy wanted to see the stars from another angle; but he was afraid the angel would say no. As he sat down in his dream to stare up, Elliot felt a hand touching his shoulder blades. In both dream and reality, the human jolted a bit, shocked at the sudden feeling. The human opened his eyes, squirming a bit in unhappiness. He felt as if he hadn't slept long enough. "Mm.. Ariel," Elliot cooed. "What.. What are you doing?" -
Ariel didn't respond to the human for a minute. Instead, he smiled widely. When he did respond, he did in a low, slow tone "I'm sorry, did I scare you?" The white haired male tilted his head a little. It was about one in the morning, and he wanted his slave to go back to sleep. He leaned forward, so his lips were just barely touching the side of the human's face. He whispered, "Go back to sleep, Elliot. You need it." And he proceeded to stroke the boy's purple hair at the nape of his neck.
The angel was worried he was being too forceful. No, he wanted to slowly kindle a relationship between the two. That's what he wanted, anyways. He was too impatient, that was the issue. He wanted more and more of Elliot and he wanted it now. Well- not now, but soon. The angel had minimal self control- it was hard for him to realize not all humans enjoyed being touched. Ariel was quite grabby, quite touchy. He did both to his toys quite often- until they had gotten a tad bit too creeped out. Then, they usually were used for a slight bit longer before disposed of. Simple. -
Elliot yawned, waiting for the angel to respond. He felt as if he could fall right back asleep. Shaking his head a bit, the boy answered, "I think my dream mixed with that touch.. Scared me awake.. But it's alright." He laid his head back down, feeling exhausted. When Ariel leaned down close to his face, he smiled a bit, closing his eyes. He wasn't really scared of all of the touching. If anything, it appeared to calm the human down.
When the gray eyes boy felt the other's fingertips at the back of his neck, he found that he liked the feeling. It tickled at first, but it gradually became a calm, smooth feeling. Elliot's eyes closed, and for the second time, he fell into a soft sleep. This time, he was dreaming about a cat. He wasn't sure way a cat was in his dream. But the tired boy went with it. He didn't wake up again until it was later in the morning. When he finally woke up, he stretched out, peeking over at his owner with curious eyes. He wondered if angels even slept. -
(*eye
*why
Too many confusing typos I'm sorry) -
The angel had been in a deep sleep for a while, he had fallen asleep about two hours prior to the previous encounter. Ariel, though, had woken about five minutes before the other, yawning and stretching. He sat up in the bed. He decided not to jolt the boy awake like he would many of his slaves. He was being kind and merciful for some odd reason. No, it didn't make any sense to him. But most of the world in general made no sense to Ariel.
He glanced over to the slave when he felt him awaken. He had been in has angelic form just moments before- and he was glad the boy has been asleep. The bright light and large, radiant wings would scar most mortals- physically or mentally. Some went blind or deaf, others just became mad or obsessed with the species. Those obsessed usually got killed quite quickly. Which he didn't mind.
"Good morning~" Ariel purred to the purple haired slave. -
(o boy, makes it sound like fun to go stare at an angel in their angelic form
everyone totally wants to look at them bright ass wings y'know?)
Elliot felt slightly disappointed when he saw the older awake. He had hoped that he'd be awake first. For some reason, the thought of an angel sleeping amused the human. Sitting up, he flailed his arms a bit, forcing his slightly over sized jacket sleeves to fall just below his wrists. Puffing out his cheeks, he shoved the bed sheets away from him, wiggling his feet.
"'Mornin'," the human responded, looking up at Ariel. "How long have you been awake?" His curiosity was far too overwhelming. He wanted to solve the great mystery of whether or not angels actually slept. Suddenly, he remembered the cat that he had seen when he first entered the house. Wanting to see the cat, Elliot slid out of the bed, the sleeves falling over his hands again. He marched towards the door, then froze, realizing that the angel was still in the room. He turned, blinking, waiting for instructions. He couldn't just leave without permission, after all. -
(Lol yeaahh)
Ariel watched the human almost walk out of the room. He found it even more amusing when he stopped dead in his tracks and looked back to himself. He licked his lips a little, finding he was quite itching for some food. Maybe pancakes, at this time. "Where are you going?" His voice was low, calm- but he kept an undertone of aggression to it. Ariel felt as if he didn't intimidate the boy enough. He was acting like a friend, able to romp around the house wherever he felt proper.
That wasn't the case. 'Break him in,' a voice in his mind whispered, 'Break. Him. In.' This was always a fun practice, anyways. Pushing the boy to the limits like a new pair of shoes- really cracking down the whip. 'Let the sadism begin..' The angel thought, his teeth cracking into a small grin. -
(Too bad Elliot cannot ask him to go fly with him lol)
Elliot pranced a bit, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. He was worried that the other was mad at him. Wrinkling his nose at the other's tone, he responded, "I was going to go find the kitty, but.. I am to stay by your side, correct?"
Slowly, the human made his way back over, dipping his head slightly as an apology. He noted that he was being too carefree. The angel could easily punish him for acting like he was. Looking back up, he shuffled his feet, staring right into those blood red eyes. "I will not go anywhere without your consent.." He fiddled with his fingers, nervous. He didn't want to know what kinds of punishments Ariel was into. He'd have to stay on his good side. -
(I mean, he could, but-)
Ariel chuckled a little. "Let me get dressed." He said, looking down at his clothes. They were yesterday's. He had forgotten to change, to his own embarrassment. Ariel then continued, "I'll let you see the cat. Then I'll explain what you are to do for the day." Today, Elliot had normal but grueling slave work. It wouldn't be easy for the flimsy boy, but the slave needed to build some muscle. His "right hand" needed to be strong and loyal to himself, especially with the angel owning him. Ariel didn't like to get his hands diery, after all.
He got up and walked to the closet door, which was right next to the dresser. He thought about the weather today; cloudy, even rainy. Perfect. He chose a pair of boots, a lacy white undershirt and a black jacket. He would merely button up the black jacket so it wasn't visible. Ariel left the door open, ignoring the fact his slave was in presence- and got dressed right there. For just a moment- the large amounts of pink and white scars were visible on his back. -
(but whaaaat)
Elliot smiled, pleased, when he wasn't yelled at for nearly walking out. He would have to put on pants, too, once the angel was done and allowed him to leave. He wanted to get to learn all about Ariel's cat. The cat had seemed to be very friendly, and Elliot liked friendly things. He wondered if, for his first official "meeting" with the cat, he should wear his kitten shirt. Not only would it be a good joke with the cat, but the human was supposed to work outside. Cats were usually outdoor creatures. The outfit was too perfect. He watched the angel get dressed, now impatient to get his own clothing as well.
As Ariel pulled off his shirt, the human's gray eyes widened at the sight of some scars. He hadn't thought it was humanely possible for an angel to have them. Most of his knowledge was that they regenerated. He quickly hid his surprise, turning away from his owner to give him privacy. Thoughts began to race in his mind. What could injure an angel so bad that they would have scars? Who would have hurt Ariel? Elliot frowned, rubbing his chin as he thought.
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