#{ event 1: xdamienblackx }

[leoweatherington]

Playing with Fire

@xdamienblackx​

Damien wasn’t sure what he wanted. He wasn’t sure if he wanted a fight, a fuck, something in between. He just knew that his body felt like it was on fire, and he felt the need to find his deepest needs, and just take them. His lips curled a little bit, and he flexed his fingers, curling his hands into fists and back. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck.”

He hadn’t felt like this since he came here. The last time he felt like this, someone ended up hurt. He couldn’t lose that control again. He couldn’t. He rubbed the back of his neck, and shook his head. He could practically feel the flames coming from the tips of his fingers, when he heard someone. “Be careful!” he said, a bit more harshly than he had planned to. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

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Leo was not feeling it. He knew a stupid party hosted by the school was more than just free booze and food. The whole slave thing did nothing for his appetite and now this- this weird feeling he was getting the moment the storm started brewing. The weirdness only grew when he noticed the rippling of his skin starting from his left arm which by the time he made it out of the event, had made its way to his right arm.

He held down, hands rubbing against the skin to make the scales go away but all it did was irritated his skin. It was then did he felt the familiar heat gathering in the pits of his stomach. He was barely controlling it when a voice that came out of nowhere, distracted him. He turned to the male, staring incredulously at him. “Dude... I think you should worry a bit-” he hiccupped, “-more about yourself.”