His amusement did little to endear him to Theo, irritation bristling at him with the sound of laughter. His lip curled, and it was growing ever more inconvenient that he could not simply kill him. Or at least hurt him. He'd not done such a thing on impulse in a very long time – but then, he had not needed to. The threat was enough, the knowledge that he might lose his temper and crush bone or tear flesh, strength fueled by terror, terror fueled by strength.
Grigori, he said, but Theo did not recognize the term. Not a beast that he had heard of, not a monster whose name was whispered in his hearing. Gorgons, nymphs, dryads, faeries, spirits; these he knew. This creature tasted like none of those things, not even alike to the spirits of the dead despite whatever resemblance he may have held.
"Wretched," he repeated, dripping with disdain. "Those who give unasked-for opinions are the most wretched, the most foul – the lowest of the low." This may have been just a touch hyperbolic. "I did not ask for your interference, Grigori, nor did I consent to put on for you a show." For such was his claim, was it not? That he had watched, that he had lurked in the background of Theo's consciousness? There was no other explanation for the familiarity of the taste of him, stronger now where it had once been a faint omnipresence.
The man – the Grigori – lost his solid form again.
Theo watched the intangible shadow, wary. He anticipated neither the form nor the manner of his reformation, close contact and the trappings of intimacy. He did not do anything so gauche as attempt to throw the other man away from him, nevermind the cock pressed so rudely at his back.
Had he been attempting to force himself on Theo in earnest, it may have been a different matter.
But this was merely an acceptance of Theo's own offer, even if it was fingers rather than lips wrapping around his stiffening cock. "Would it please you?" Theo wondered. Such a question might seem unduly considerate if not for the nature of him. His apparent concern for the pleasure of his partners was rarely more than consideration of his own needs, the unseen power that fueled him. "I have little faith in your ability to please me, regardless – a tease, and no more."
Grigori, he said, but Theo did not recognize the term. Not a beast that he had heard of, not a monster whose name was whispered in his hearing. Gorgons, nymphs, dryads, faeries, spirits; these he knew. This creature tasted like none of those things, not even alike to the spirits of the dead despite whatever resemblance he may have held.
"Wretched," he repeated, dripping with disdain. "Those who give unasked-for opinions are the most wretched, the most foul – the lowest of the low." This may have been just a touch hyperbolic. "I did not ask for your interference, Grigori, nor did I consent to put on for you a show." For such was his claim, was it not? That he had watched, that he had lurked in the background of Theo's consciousness? There was no other explanation for the familiarity of the taste of him, stronger now where it had once been a faint omnipresence.
The man – the Grigori – lost his solid form again.
Theo watched the intangible shadow, wary. He anticipated neither the form nor the manner of his reformation, close contact and the trappings of intimacy. He did not do anything so gauche as attempt to throw the other man away from him, nevermind the cock pressed so rudely at his back.
Had he been attempting to force himself on Theo in earnest, it may have been a different matter.
But this was merely an acceptance of Theo's own offer, even if it was fingers rather than lips wrapping around his stiffening cock. "Would it please you?" Theo wondered. Such a question might seem unduly considerate if not for the nature of him. His apparent concern for the pleasure of his partners was rarely more than consideration of his own needs, the unseen power that fueled him. "I have little faith in your ability to please me, regardless – a tease, and no more."
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