#( am ft. edward killiam )

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Edward arches back, fucking onto him as his body shivers with delight as he feels himself release. Adonis would pay to see him like that, but it would disrupt whatever animal instinct this was—a note for next time, maybe. Instead, he grips harder, loosening his tie haphazardly as he spreads the man's legs further apart. The grooves on his desk can be repaired he supposes, but in front of him is something much more deserving of his attention. Adonis feels odd, like a taste of rabid desire was all he needed for some time. Paying attention to his bodyguard seems to be the course of action for the day, scolding aside. "Good boy," he replies, slapping Edward's ass with a resounding thwack of his hand, echoing across the room. The steel collar around the man's neck is assurance enough, but he wonders how it would feel if Edward simply lost it, even if only for a moment. He's well trained after all—he would need to do some testing about it. Hearing the man moan, writhe and buck in pleasure, trembling before him, he feels the cliff face of pleasure come forward and he growls lowly. Animalistically, even. Perhaps Edward was rubbing off on him in both senses. "Here—fuck.Here comes your fucking reward, Ed. Take it," he says, coming inside, thrusting roughly, enough to make solid wood scoot forward. "Fuck—take it!"

ed surrenders to a low, shuddering moan as adonis sinks deeper inside, stub tail lifted to give him better access to his hole without stabbing into his belly. his cock throbs painfully against the front of the desk, a low whimper escaping him. that's right. the praise shouldn't glow in him like it does, but he can't help himself—he doesn't know how. he bucks back instead, trembling every time adonis rubs up against his prostate. words. how in the world is he supposed to use words? in moments like these, they've never been further from him. adonis takes him by the mane, yanking him with each thrust. good boy. oh, that hits him right in the gut. like he's been struck! he cums rubbing up against the desk, back arched and growling deep in his chest. eyes rolled back and face twisted with his climax, he's not exactly the picture of elegance. "thannnnk youuuu," he manages to groan, trembling in the wake of pleasure. it doesn't usually feel like that. then again, he's not usually doing it like this, either. "thank you. thank you," he continues, pulling himself up to rub his back right up against adonis' front. pathetic, but well-mannered.

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later is not normally his favorite word, but it's something he can work with here. in fact, he's happy to hear it. ed has nothing positive to say about shoes—everything else, while annoying, can be compromised with. neither does he want to waste any more time struggling to pay attention and perform his good little human tasks. it's only the ongoing praise that has him bothering with it at all, instead of making it the most miserable experience he physically can. that has gotten him out of plenty in the past, too. "okay, i'm gonna go watch tv now," he announces, going in to rub his face along adonis' front on his way. nobody look at the pay-per-view numbers he's been racking up.

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Edward rests his head on his lap and a hand instinctively goes to pet the man's head—it's not something that he should encourage, of course. Discipline goes a long way, but even Adonis needs some relief once in a while, and stress does compound, even if he's loath to admit it. So he runs a hand through the man's hair, humming as he does his work. A bonus for having Edward in his retinue, he thinks. "I have to work out how I'm going to make medical supplies last in the ash storm, Edward. I can't have anything coming in, so we'll make do with the stockpile and power that we have." He wipes at his face, as if trying to slough off the frustration that he feels. At least if everything goes according to plan, it won't be so bad. But when has that ever been true? "The trials of leadership, I suppose."

"i'm tired of sitting around," he huffs, but stands to move closer to adonis all the same. at least that's a marginally better position to be in. if he's going to be bored, he might as well have compensation. settling on a chair he's dragged over by the councilor's side, he leans his head over its arm to rest in his lap. better than nothing. it feels like he's been thinking that way for all his life. one yellow eye swivels up to glance at adonis' face. "what are you doing?" he's looking for anything to think about that isn't how stir crazy he's getting. ed had spent a lot of his life in a cage; this building is starting to feel like another one.

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Edward moves all on his own, testing the waters as Adonis groans in pleasure. Rocking back shallowly as he feels Adonis' cock slip inside him, the drool on top of the desk a testament to Edward's own animal instincts coming into full force as they start to rut harder and faster. He could make a habit of this—but he doesn't know if Edward might obey. Bracing a hand against the man's shoulder, the grip is stern, firm, as he starts to fuck him faster and faster, feeling the warmth around his cock grow. Please sounds so good coming from his lips, even with the growl in his voice. Affection or lust, either way, Adonis seems to have found something else to dangle over Edward's head. "That's right, please move." Adonis purrs, bottoming out against him, then sliding back out sweetly. He catches Edward's eyes, dark with desire and almost hiding the yellows that fleck against the iris. What a sight—good thing he has him by his side so he can capture it all over again. His hand moves from Edward's cock, dripping and wet, to stroke at the man's chest as he fucks him from behind, enjoying the sounds coming out of him as he does. "Remember how this feels when you use your words," he says, breathing heavy as he thrusts inside him. "Doesn't it feel good?" A hand grabs at Edward's hair as he continues, picking up the pace as he does as the other braces at his hips—not that Adonis needs it, with Edward rocking back as madly as he is. "Fuck," he breathes out, his grip tightening further. "Edward—fucking, Ed. Good boy—taking me like this. Come on. What do you say when you get what you want?"

greedy. for a moment, ed thinks he might end up being teased again, set up for failure. wind him up and watch him go. but adonis' hand only retreats for a moment, shown up by something thicker. drool pools on top of the desk, ed already pushing back against his tip before he's even had the chance to speak. if he was allowed, that tongue would be all over him. the taste of finisher isn't nearly as pleasing to him as sweat and salt and skin. "yes," he pants, voice thick and unwieldy. it's hard to decide where to move and where to still—forward, into adonis' hand, or backwards against his cock? "please—move." his whine returns, insistent as the ass that hopes to push back against him. it's a half-force—a testing measure. he doesn't know exactly what he can get away with. this is new for him, particularly as far as being submissive goes. usually, he's the one on top, and he's not nearly as teasing patient as adonis is. he knows the words he's using aren't good enough. he knows that even before he's reprimanded, already trying to work his mouth into something more civil. it's difficult when all he wants to do is pant and whine. "i want you to move. i don't want you to tease me, anymore." he turns again, pupils blown so wide they nearly encompass the yellow of his eyes. "please?"

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Humanity is something that Edward has a hard time with—he still remembers the shreds that he'd turned his aides to, but with the collar, hands on the table clawing out grooves on what was an expensive desks, Adonis dares to say that he's at least partially succeeded with him.He sees Edward watch him, with lust, with desire as he whimpers, pumping those fingers in two at a time, massaging his prostate as he does so. He even humps back against his fingers, sliding all the way in. Eager to get his pleasure, it seems. The other hand, gloved and slick with precum makes quick work of the man's cock, dripping and red as Adonis shushes him with the warmest of voices. Usually, the gentleness that Edward craves simply falls out of reach, but it's for moments like these where he craves it most intensely that Adonis will simply give it to him for him to gorge on. His own cock strains at the fabric and to make a point, thumbs over the slit of Edward's cockhead and slicks the man up further. "More? Greedy. But I'll give you what you want." Freeing his hand from Edward's hole, he uses it to unbuckle his own belt and free himself, sllicking his cock up momentarily before lining himself against Edward. It's been a while, of course—the machinations of his social circles aren't conducive to fraternization, but why would he care for them when he has this beautiful sight in front of him? "Is this it?" His voice teases, as he slides his cock shallowly in, only a few inches forward, the warmth of it making him hiss in satisfaction. He's tight, even now. What a pleasure. "Tell me what you want me to do you, then, if this isn't enough. Tell me."

he whines loud and low as adonis' hand retreats, but it's clear early on what his handler is doing, and his protest is short lived. he's even cooperative, as opposed to shredding the whole thing off himself in a hurry. shirt cast aside, ed gives a quick shake before he plants his hands back on the table, head swiveled to watch adonis' out of the corner of his eye. in the few seconds it takes for the councillor to act, he's already whimpering again—just shy of begging. but his hand returns, drawing a moan of relief from deep in his chest. good. ed's head dips lower still, back arched out from the desk, hips rocking gently against the doctor's ministrations. they only still when another hand finds its way between his legs, the finger probing at his hole just enough to make him jump. before he's settled, it's deep and curling inside him. focus broken, he slumps forward against the desk, claws pricking the surface beneath him. he shoves his ass back against adonis' knuckles, tongue swollen against the desk he's smacked his head against. muffled, "please, please, please please please." he's trembling again, knuckles white against the dark wood. "please—" it's hard to keep pulling his tongue into his mouth, hard to speak at all. he just wants relief. "please—more," a whine creeps into his tone, pitched high and desperate.

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Edward takes to the praise beautifully, pressing against his fingers in a little bit of desperation, an act of submission as Adonis' other hand strokes him more and more. The leather on the gloves must be an odd feeling, but as it's slicked with his own precum, Adonis can tell that the man whimpering beneath him is sick with desire. And still, he acts more disciplined, the hands straining to be kept on the surface, only keening as far as he can go as Adonis sets a brutal pace on him. He's still clothed—perhaps he could give him some... concessions. Being conciliatory was the main purpose of this, after all.

Stopping his motions, Adonis guides him, taking Edward's shirt off slow and steady and dropping it to the rug in front of him, rumpled and unnecessary. With a quickness, his slick hand returns to the reddened, angry cock, begging for more attention as he keeps pace once more, enjoying the way that the man's skin flushes red with every stroke. The collar glints silver as the steel of it is apparently against his skin, beautiful in a cruel sort of way. A punitive way.

"Good boy. Good." A second hand, now slick with lubricant, so surreptitiously kept in a lower drawer presses against the man's hole, opening him up with a single finger, teasing and then simply inside. With a master's touch, Adonis takes short work to find Edward's prostate, fingers curling as he pumps them in and out of him. "Is that enough for you, Edward? Is there anything else you might want?" A second finger, pressing up against the man's prostate, insistently. His own hardness pressing back against him. "And to think being a noisy bitch in heat suits you. Come on now, use those words we gave you. Tell me what else I can do to make you feel better."

ed's head dips down between his shoulders, tongue finally lolling out of his mouth. he sticks his ass out like a good boy, trying hard not to reach down and grab his cock for himself. it stands hard at attention, angry red between his legs. even as adonis presses against his hole, he whines for more attention—it's not enough. finally, a warm hand offers relief, ed's panting just barely louder than the pounding of his heart. he doesn't dare jerk his hips, for as long as he can hold it back. he doesn't want him to pull his hand away. groaning low in his throat, ed takes the praise by pressing back against adonis' fingers. he's already accepted that he's not going to be the one rutting this time, and is submissive as a result. eagerly, even. "yes," he manages, in between his tongue and the thickness of his own desire; "yes... it's good. i'll be good. i promise." he presses harder, hands trembling against the hardwood desk. "please, i want to feel better. i'll be good. please."

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Adonis understands Edward on a scientific level, all the testing and research and the behavioral tactics to get him this far, but now as he has the opportunity to understand what the man wants on a more primal level. Though, if he were to be honest—all of Edwards's levels are primal, and he won't pretend otherwise. It's why dominance is always the best course of action. It's why the collar is necessary. And it's why he thinks that Edward submits to him so beautifully, disheveled and panting. A picture perfect portrait. He inspects for a second, looking as Edward goes behind his desk and obeys, placing his hands on the solid wood surface. Nodding in approval, Adonis comes up behind him and removes his gloves, understanding the need for a more personal touch this time. Pulling Edward's pants further down, Adonis presses against him, his own cock hard against the man's back as he jerks him off a little rougher, a little faster than usual. "Good man. That's good," he commends, a whisper behind his ear. His other hand trails down towards Edward's ass, starting to tease at the man's hole beneath a ruined tail. He wonders if he could stop biting at it. He wonders if he could make him. "Isn't this good, Edward? See what being good gets you? How following orders feels? Do you want to feel better, my good, good man?"

ed bites back another moan, tongue pressed hard against the back of his dog-like teeth. the praise alone is enough to make him pulse, cock practically jumping out of his trousers. pressed against the door and panting, ed watches with big, wet eyes as adonis strokes him slow and teasingly. it takes every last shred of control, of training, of conditioning, of whatever, to keep him from humping at his hand. good man. he's certainly trying to be. nodding, ed whines, fighting to keep himself still in the wake of his desire. "i understand. i'll go behind your desk," he says, voice low and gruff in the back of his throat. there's disappointment, somewhere. he's not going to be the one in charge tonight. but more than disappointment, there's desire, destiny, and he isn't the type to question it. something is always better than nothing.

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The puppy-dog eyes rarely work on him, but given his actions and the restraint he's shown today, the fact that Adonis is giving Edward the carrot right now is hardly a problem, though he shouldn't really make a habit of overindulging the man. Indulgence is both their sins: Edward's his appetites, and Adonis his work. The thanks hit him to the core, a bit of pride washing over him as he looks at the man as a job well done. Handling him was a chore, but if it led to moments like this? Well, Adonis could do with more of it, provided Edward didn't maul them out of jealousy. "Now, now," he tuts playfully, rolling his eyes and patting the man's bare shoulder. "Don't go thanking me too much—it's a reward for you. You've earned it, with a job well done and minimal clothing casualties; though the shoes will be revisited some other time." He crosses his arms and looks at the badly folded shirt, sighing. "Though, we should revisit folding and writing soon. I know how hard it gets for someone with your abilities."

ed's eyes grow large and full-pupiled as adonis weighs his options, but in the end, he seems to come to the right decision. the right decision for him, that is, rather than his handler. he understands, on some level, why adonis insists upon it—everyone around here wears more or less wears the same amount of clothing—but that doesn't mean he likes it. unused to containing his body, all the fabrics he's tried scratch, or press, or are otherwise unpleasant against his skin. especially his crotch. he's learned not to mention that as much. tonight, it doesn't matter as much. at least he'll sleep comfortably enough without having to pry everything off in the middle of the night. ed even makes an attempt to fold things properly, although it's sloppy and childish in the end. his hands aren't used to being used for fine-motor activities... he can write, but only barely. legibility, carefulness, is not in his design. "i understand," he says, holding the haphazardly folded piece of clothing. he's assuming adonis won't be pleased if he just adds it to a 'pile' like he usually does. "thank you, though," he adds, just in case.

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Please. It's such a wonderful word—request at least and supplication if it's ideal. At the same time, Adonis finds the word better falling from anyone as they're under his thumb. The lessons now ingrained in Edward come to full force as Adonis starts to unbutton the man's pants and slide his glove down, pinning him against the door. He could tear his throat apart from here, grip him so tight he bleeds, but he won't. Edward always did follow his wants—and it was only Adonis' hand that stopped him. That and the collar, of course, but he barely counts that thing. "Good man." Taking his cock out gingerly, Adonis starts to stroke him slow and steady, his own pace, rather than what Edward wants from him. His thumb flicks at his tip, already leaky, and he talks slow, trying to make him understand through the haze of lust the man finds himself in. "If you want more than this. Get behind my desk, and put your hands on it. Tell me if you understand."

for a moment, ed thinks that his reward might be ripped right out of his hands. manners. he always forgets that. it seems so stupid to need a pre-word before anything, but people are just... like that. "sorry," he whines, releasing his handler's leg. but he hasn't been shocked and adonis doesn't smell angry. he smells... interested. but he's smelled interested before and still disciplined him—he hasn't totally grasped the concept of not following through on his thoughts. walking gingerly on the balls of his feet, he follows adonis down to the study, licking his lips nervously as the door shuts behind him. unprepared ( and so, so needy ) ed let's out a low, ugly noise in the back of his throat the moment a gloved hand finds its way between his legs. "please?" he tries, already fighting his tongue. it wants to loll out of his mouth, but he knows adonis wants an answer. he's obsessed with words sometimes, he thinks. "please... can you do more?"

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It's hardly a second before Edward starts jumping up and down with happiness, crushing him into a tight hug against his admittedly sturdy frame, a wagging tail and a purr emanating from the man's chest. His brand of affection certainly doesn't give any room for subtlety, but at least he's happy about it, rather than confused, or worried about complex feelings. A simple creature—he at least acknowledges that, and wonders if he might be happier like that, before discarding the thought with extreme prejudice. The tail, at least, is a nice sight. Wagging instead of a dead stump against the man's backside. Being marked scentwise, he allows, and keeps albeit with a bit of reluctance. "Just the pants? You really are trying your luck today, Edward." He knows the rules, but even the carrot must be given to a creature that's only known mostly the stick—and he sighs begrudgingly. "If you must. But you're going to fold it well now and take it to your room. I will not be your handmaid. Do you understand me?"

despite the displeasure of washing himself ( properly, adonis would put it ) ed jumps up in excitement—and in shock—at the answer he's given. no. no? no more collar? no more stink of electricity, no more zapping, no more seizures? tail wagging hard enough to smack against the backs of his legs, ed goes in for a serious bear hug—all the strength and warmth of a bear included. purring like a grizzled old tabby, he makes sure just to rub his face against this time, instead of everything else. he's trying to be good. to prove that he deserves the leniency. "thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." he practically explodes with gratitude, giving his handler one last tight squeeze before he slides back, tail still wagging behind him. it's only natural that in such good spirits, his first response would be to test his luck. "...can i just wear the pants for tonight? i'll keep them on all night, i swear."

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Desire leaks into Edward's words and Adonis' leg is summarily humped like a dog in heat—his reward for a kind gesture, he supposes. For a man so starved of affection, Adonis' sparse kindnesses must feel like a wellspring of it, which the man will simply use to great effect. Though now, he lets Edward cling to him, whining and panting and rubbing against him as his own face deepens in amusement. "I thought I told you to use please when asking for things. But I suppose it can't be helped," Adonis says, wresting his leg from the man, leading him to the study. As they arrive, Adonis makes the man stand and cups his groin gingerly. Affectionate. Clinical. Controlling. "Is this enough?" A gloved hand strokes him through fabric and he smirks, knowing it isn't so. "Do you want me to do more?"

a low whine crawls up ed's throat and out of his mouth, yellow eyes pointed up and pupils blown wide with lust reverence. his words? he has to use his words? fighting to keep from humping his leg like an unfixed beast, he at least manages to pull his tongue back into his mouth for long enough to speak. "i want you to help me," he groans, rubbing himself up—enticingly, he thinks—his pantleg.

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Doesn't he want to do something else? Of course he would, but Adonis is supposed to be the dependable one—the one who gets the timelines right and scours everyone who does it wrong. But he's at his wits' end trying to deal with things like this, and while he's loath to give Edward a compliment for ideas about work, his hands don't return to the keypads to type again. Just scratching the man behind his ear, as he purrs in his lap. "What do you suggest we do then?" A critical eye watches Edward, wondering what might come out of that man's mouth. It's either eating, fighting or—well, the other thing, if experience has taught Adonis anything. "I'm open to suggestion."

obligingly, ed purrs softly for as long as adonis' hands stay curled in his hair, behind his ears. it's one of those gestures where intent is more important than the action itself—of course, that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy it. it also doesn't mean he's any more inclined to pick through whatever confusing jumble of vocabulary adonis spits out at him. "i don't know what any of that's supposed to mean," he admits, disgruntled. "don't you want to do something else?" another way of saying, can we do anything else?

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His hand doesn't stop, but he suddenly feels Edward's grip tighten against his waist as something presses against his calf, the lolling of the tongue an indication of Adonis' deft hand in this situation. He doesn't kick the man away, but the corner of his mouth quirks up in amusement. "I told you that I'd like you to use your words," he says, leg pressing upward, amusedly. "So. Should we take care of that, or can you deal with it yourself, Ed?"

it's not a no, so ed is eager to take it. maybe a little too eager. his head tips back against adonis' ministrations, tongue lolling out of his mouth. oh, that's the good spot. that's where he likes it. between that and the excitement of compromise, he presses closer into adonis' body, arms coming up to hug around their waist. now there's something else pressing into his leg.

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"Good boy." No pets were to be given, seeing as the man's habit of affection made it harder for the both of them to have a conversation when he gets riled up or something along those lines. But there's still a flicker of approval on his face, the ghost of a smile that's currently gracing his lips as he speaks to Edward. Even with tracking in radiation through the city moments after leaving the Wastes, he at least told the truth, decontaminated well and had the decency not to gnaw on his tail. All things considered, that's supposed to be given praise—or at this point, a reward. So when Edward asks if he's going to put the collar back, Adonis surprises even himself when he answers him. "No. No, I don't think I will," he says, crossing his arms. "Perhaps if you start mauling humans all of a sudden once more, or if you've committed a crime in the city, but right now? You coming back, taking a shower. It seems that you've all but graduated the collar. What do you say, Edward?"

ed rises to stand as his handler comes back, back straight even as he would rather curl into himself. "no, i didn't gnaw on it," he says, voice low. and he hadn't, even as much as he had wanted to. the same urge had struck him in the shower too, narrowly avoided. maybe one of these days he won't feel it at all, but right now it's more painful to have his tail than not. he just wants to twist around and sink his teeth in it again, feel the bones crunch under his teeth, the terrible rip of flesh as he pries it free from his body. he's drooling again before he knows it, claws sliding out. thankfully it's at the start of the twist that he catches himself, sheepishly putting himself back into an appropriate position. the limb itself slides frustrated between his legs. "...are you going to put the collar back on me?"

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Adonis sighs as the man at least puts up with getting into the decontamination shower without a fight, or at least a stern talking-to from him once again; it's Edward's least favorite thing, aside from being told to wear clothes or act in an appropriate manner. It at least gives him time to scour a drawer, not from the man's room, in a size that fits him. Less formal, of course, as loungewear goes, but at least something to cover him up with. A shirt, perhaps some sweats—Adonis would prefer something silken, but people have differing, less lovely tastes, he thinks. Standing there, looking over the man as he's cleaned himself, and thoroughly, if he may add, he takes a second to look and nods, before setting the clothes down for him to take. "Your tail is healing very well." A compliment, disguised as an obsservation—he never did understand why the man insisted on chewing it off every time. "I trust that you didn't gnaw on it while you were out there having your fun?"

ed whines, shoulders slumping. you're going to have to do it. he knows what that means, and he also knows that he's going to like it even less. only a narrow improvement from what would have happened at the border, the one thing ed hates more than bathing is having to bathe by himself. it's just not fair. he washed up earlier and everything! just because it wasn't the right kind of washing means it's all for nothing? he'll remember that for next time, he thinks, a grumble to himself. he'll just wait until he gets home to wash at all! having already been crushed with one charge of disappointment, his petulance is easily tempered. ed follows him into the lab with silent obedience, already beginning to pull of his clothes by the time adonis taps at the shower. it's the first blessing he's gotten all day, to not be suffocated, but it's stolen away just as quickly as he's gotten it. get back in clothes after. stifling another whine, he nods and scuffs his clawed feet against the tile floor. he'll do it. he purrs to himself the entire time he's in the decontamination shower, not because he's comfortable but because he's not. he's trying to comfort himself. it doesn't really work. once he's scrubbed as much as he can stand, he shuts off the water and shakes until he's satisfied, grabbing a towel from outside the blast's range to take care of the rest. half-tail between his legs, he sits on that same towel while he waits for adonis to come with his clothes.

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His fingers caress gently, a hand knowing only the carnage of his work trying to do something different as Edward sits in front of him, keening like an animal. A penitent dog, he thinks, but he doesn't say. With the man on the floor, leaning against him, the ghost of some form of soothing touch to try to at least have him not look like something left out in the rain. A spot of affection for a disobedient dog goes a long way. "So long as it's inanimate. Not alive. Or dead. Just a thing," Adonis replies, shuddering at the thought of the carrion that had greeted him before. "So long as it's that."

ed, despite his pouting, leans into adonis' touch—it's rare to be offered an affectionate one. little does he know, it's what he craves the most. "can i bring back my own thing to chew on?" he asks, making a noise low in his throat as the doctor's fingers find that spot behind the ear he likes. half-lidded, he leans up against his leg and rubs the side of his face against the soft cloth of his pants. "i'll be good. i promise."