#make those little sighs of pleasure when the chocolate cake is especially rich

[eleccy]

headcanon kristoph is partial to sinfully rich chocolate. it's one of his most obvious weaknesses because he's honest about it. every time he's out to dinner with phoenix, he does this whole act at the end like "oh hmmmm should i do the chocolate lava cake this time? i really shouldn't. it's so unhealthy. but i'm going to be thinking about it later. oh alright. you talked me into it. i'm going for it! oh i'm so bad, wright. really. we're living dangerously tonight." and phoenix just takes a biiiig swig of juice straight out of the bottle every time and is like "ya cheers i'll drink to that babygirl."

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Fare and Unfairness

Summary: As the embodiment of Greed, Janus is no stranger to doing whatever he pleases to satisfy his desires. A craving for delicious food is one such desire with an especially simple remedy, that just so happens to come with the added bonus of visiting Patton.

Pairings: Moceit, implied Intrulogical

Words: 2,010

Janus didn't have a problem taking what he wanted when he wanted it. It was a given being the physical incarnation of Greed. But, sometimes, the sheer effort of having to maneuver his way to his prize was more than he was willing to give. Perhaps it was just another example of his self-serving ways, wanting to hoard everything including his own time. If asked outright he'd jokingly suggest that he suffered the same issue that afflicted Logan, the only one of them who represented two Sins, and that a part of Sloth still remained with him from the time when all seven Sins were the same being. In truth, it simply mattered little to him how he obtained what he desired as long as he obtained it at all. If someone was going to hand him what he wanted on a silver platter he was in no place to complain. Which is why he found himself in the kitchen of Patton's earthly residence when he was hit with a particularly strong craving for lavish wines and rich food, not wanting to bother with wasting hours searching for a human with enough skill to make it for him.

"Hmm," Patton looked thoughtfully at both bottles in his hands. "Would you prefer Bordeaux or Rioja?"

Janus eyed the dishware set hanging atop the wall above the sink with a much too admiring look. "Whatever you think is best, my dear," he said, waving offhandedly. "Is that design made of real gold?"

"What?" Patton asked, glancing up to where Janus's gaze laid. "Oh, yes! More for show than anything, but it sure is pretty."

"Indeed." Janus slowly trailed his eyes away and back to Patton.

Patton didn’t react to his guest looking like he was plotting to rob him blind, much more enthralled with choosing a wine. He observed both bottles for another moment, before shrugging and setting both on the dining table. "Well no harm in splurging a bit, why not both?" he chirped, reaching to the counter for a wine glass for each of them.

Janus chuckled lightly. "Always such a generous host. I'm surprised the Angels haven't made an exception and taken you as one of their own."

Patton huffed, giving the corkscrew a firm twist. "You would think, wouldn't you? Out of all the things in humanity to make a Sin, the Heavens choose a harmless little thing like Gluttony."

"Oh?" Janus quirked an eyebrow. "Is that a hint of bitterness I hear from such a seemingly sweet-heart? Do you think yourself Holier than the rest of us?"

"Of course not!" Patton insisted. "Frankly, I think all of their rules are foolish in some way. But out of all the things to punish, why a little self-indulgence?" He went for the Spanish wine first, pouring a glass for Janus and then one for himself. He took his own seat at the opposite end of the table and gave a snap of his fingers. In an instant the table was filled with trays of food. A beautiful, dripping prime rib sat at the center, surrounded by sides of creamy mashed potatoes and gravy, Yorkshire pudding, garlic-parsnip purée, and an assortment of vegetables prepared in nearly every way imaginable, from roasted to slathered in butter and sauteed with bacon.

Janus nearly moaned at the feast in front of them, the heavenly smells wafting through the air further confirming in his mind Patton's skills to be far more angelic than infernal. He took the time to fold his cloth napkin in his lap, and not hesitating a second longer on filling his plate.

"Continue Dear," he said, spooning out a healthy portion of truffled brussel sprouts. "I don't think I've ever heard anything akin to frustration from you until now and I'm curious to hear more. What brought all this on?"

"It's nothing much, I suppose," Patton said as he began to carve into the meat. "It's just I had a run-in with that Emile a few weeks ago and I swear it sets me off everytime I see them. You know they-"

Janus almost choked, wearing a rare expression of genuine concern he'd never dare let anyone but Patton see. "I wouldn't call an encounter with a Head Angel 'nothing much!' They didn't try anything with you, did they?"

"No, no, nothing happened," Patton said quickly to quench his fears, "I heard their lot has been trying to keep the peace with our bunch. They don't want to cause any other-worldly problems when they can hardly handle this new plague on Earth, or whatever the humans are calling it."

Janus's face melted back into relaxation.

The corners of Patton's mouth twitched upward at the subtle display. Notes of true affection from Janus were few and far between, so much so he doubted anyone but him ever picked up on them, but he cherished those moments where the other let bits of his heart slip through the cracks of his usual facade.

"Anyway," he continued, "They looked like they had an apprentice with them. Remy, I think his name was. I'd never seen him before and mistook him for just another human in the park with his true form covered."

Janus clicked his tongue. "Consciousness Darling, you have to work on it."

“I was getting to that,” Patton said indignantly. “It just so happens I had gotten my hands on a box of these lovely gourmet chocolates I was dying to try and got a little...distracted.”

Janus brought a forkful of mushroom risotto to his lips, barely holding back a smile. “Ah, I see. Completely understandable.”

“And you know what,” Patton said, ignoring the sarcastic quip, “I hadn’t even set out that day to tempt anyone. I thought: Why not leave the humans alone, just this once? They create plenty of Sin on their own, no help from me necessary.” He poured himself another glass of wine, the passion in his voice a testament to how much the alcohol was already starting to affect him. “So when I spot this kid looking around everywhere all disoriented I decided to offer him a chocolate. One, single, completely innocent chocolate, just to perk him up a little cause he looked like he needed it. And right when I go up to him, Emile swoops in from out of nowhere and knocks the box right out of my hands, telling me to stop trying to tempt their pure apprentice like I do the humans.”

Janus gave a sound of acknowledgment. “And how exactly did this specific incident set you off down this ‘Gluttony shouldn’t be sinful’ path?”

“It’s the principle of it Janus! To think that they view such a minor indulgence as a bad thing. And then they hold the humans to the same standard. They have such short, insignificant little lives, and they waste it on concepts like ��moderation,’ and ‘dieting,’ hoping it’ll be enough to please those stuck-ups. Humans, more than anyone, should be able to soak up every last bit of pleasure from their cuisine while they can. Why, if I were a human, I’d eat whatever I wanted whenever I wanted it.”

By the time the tirade was over Janus had cleared his plate. He polished off the last bit of his wine and released a satisfied sigh. “You already do that Dear,” he said, taking on a soft, sympathetic tone. “And it’s no use lamenting the sorrows Heaven inflicts on humanity; Just be grateful we can nudge them towards their own pleasure once in a while.”

“I guess so.” Patton sulked while finishing his own meal and snapping the table clean.

“Funny,” Janus teased in an attempt to get Patton’s mind on something else, “I wouldn’t have thought you the type to forget dessert.”

As expected, his energy brightened up at the mention. “You’re right, I never asked you what you wanted. Any preferences?”

Janus thought through various options, drumming his fingers on the table. “I was rather partial to that lava cake we had in France.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a dessert plate with the cake appeared in front of him.

“Toppings?” Patton asked, already doctoring up his own cake with whipped cream and berries.

“Just powdered sugar, thank you.”

A silver shaker popped up next to his plate. He took it, sifting only a small sprinkle overtop before cutting into the miniature cake. It was even more moist than he remembered, and the center of molten chocolate oozing out was the perfect viscosity. It only took one bite for him to conclude that even the five-star Parisian restaurant they had visited didn’t hold a candle to the food Patton could create on a whim.

“Have you heard from any of the other’s lately?” He asked, eager to get the ball rolling for a bit of after-dinner gossip (his personal favorite topic of conversation).

Patton shook his head. “I haven’t had the chance to. Aside from you, I’ve only seen Virgil recently, and that was months ago.”

A delighted, devilish smirk blossomed on Janus’s face. “So I take it you haven’t heard about the...hard time Logan has had as of late.”

“No, is he okay?” Patton asked, voice laced with worry, “What happened?”

“He’s just fine,” Janus said, reveling in the anticipation, “Let’s just say that it appears there’s a reason he’s so fond of the color blue.”

He recounted the entire story Roman had told him about Logan’s budding temptation towards Lust, much to Patton’s shock and amusement.

“I never would have expected those two,” Patton said, getting up and waving away their dishes once they were finished, “But I’m happy for them. It sounds like they’re enjoying themselves.”

Janus hummed in agreement, stretching as he too stood up. “The food was wonderful as always Darling, thank you,” he said, leaning over to give Patton a gentle peck on the cheek.

His face, already flushed from the wine, turned a shade darker. “Leaving so soon?”

“You know the drill,” Janus replied, “Temptations to be made, Angels to corrupt, humans to swindle. Perhaps if I’m feeling especially virtuous I’ll borrow you a gift from somewhere in return for the lovely meal.”

Patton, who had been sinking into the other’s touch, suddenly jerked back. “That reminds me,” he said, “Wait just a second.” He snapped once and a gift bag filled with glittery tissue paper materialized in his hand. “Here.”

Confused, Janus peeled away the top layers of the tissue paper, peeking inside. Everything was sealed up tightly in bubble wrap, but through the translucent covering he could make out a familiar design. He looked up above the sink where the gold accented dish set from earlier had hung, the wall now dotted only with semi-visible outlines of where it had once been.

Patton giggled at his surprise. “You aren’t nearly as sly as you think you are,” he said. “And I don’t care whether I eat off of solid diamond or a paper plate as long as the food is good, so they’re really no use to me.” He winked. “Besides, I think I actually quite enjoy feeding your desires.”

There was a beat where Janus simply stared stunned and silent at Patton, who, in turn, looked to him with all the tenderness in the world.

Janus moved with his free hand, rushing forward to cup Patton's face and connecting their lips in a deep kiss.

“Every single being in Heaven is an idiot for not making you one of their own,” Janus whispered when they had just barely parted.

“Maybe not,” Patton said lightly, “Maybe they have incredible foresight. In any existence I would have ended up Falling for you anyway.”

Janus pulled them in for another kiss, pushing his previous priorities to the back of his mind. He was Greed after all, it was only natural for him to go after his desires. And if what he wanted was right in front of him for the taking then he certainly wasn’t going to refuse the offer.

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Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! If you're interested in this AU I do plan on creating a collection of one-shots for it, so be sure to be on the lookout for those.

Here's just a couple quick notes on the writing itself that I thought might be confusing:

-Fare, as written in the title, refers to food.

-The "Sins" in this AU were once combined into a single physical being. However, as humanity grew in size it became increasingly harder for one being to manage the responsibilities for all seven Sins at once. The internal conflict caused a split to occur, with individual vessels being created for each Sin. The only exception is Logan, who represents both Wrath and Envy. The two Sins compliment each other well, so it's easy for them to work in tandem as one. A similar occurrence happened with Pride and Lust (Roman and Remus) at first, but ultimately fell apart later on.

-The color blue, referenced in the short mention of Logan near the end, is often attributed as the color of lust.

[hopefullystuffed]

Ok, this is gunna sound weird, but bear with me. I like to play a game with writers, so like, I give them 3 words and they write a short fic about said 3 words, (if your down for it). If you are then the three words I choose are: Saiouma, cake , burpy.

oof okay this… Definitely turned out longer than expected but it was fun to actually write a stuffing scene. admittedly this is kinda my first feedism fic ha,,, also i haven’t written burps before so i hope this wasn’t too lame. OKAY. here it is! hope you like it :3

read below the cut and/or support on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23423545

“Are… you sure?”

Kokichi nodded, eyes wide and shimmering, an enthusiastic smirk on his face. He had already eaten… quite a bit. Shuichi had fed him to a point that was beyond comfortably full, but Kokichi only wanted more. Especially when it came to anything sweet, he just… wanted… more.

Before their stuffing session began, Shuichi had brought up a few containers of food ranging from savory to sweet. Of course, it didn’t take long before Kokichi came skipping into the kitchen, eagerly pointing out what he might want for the evening.

“Ooh! Some of those!”

“What’s that? Wanna see if I like it?”

“Really, Shuichi? I’m gonna waste away if we don’t bring more. You don’t want that to happen, right?”

The two of them— well, technically just Shuichi— lugged in a couple boxes and plopped them down onto Kokichi’s bed… A box of four chocolate-frosted donuts, a container of re-heated chicken and rice, two boxes of Pocky sticks, and a six-pack of grape Panta cans— an obvious selection.

Kokichi had eaten all of it and downed two cans of Panta. Still, he wasn’t totally satisfied. He remembered seeing a couple slices of cake that looked too pretty to eat. Shuichi had moderated his choices to avoid having to carry too much food up to Kokichi’s room, but the cake was definitely something that caught the attention of both of them. Now, Kokichi was saying that his poor little tummy wasn’t full enough…

“It couldn’t hurt, right?”

Shuichi let out a breathy chuckle. “I just don’t want you to make yourself sick, Kokichi.”

“Oh, please. I can handle more than this!” He cupped his hand under his distended belly and leaned forward, narrowing his eyes at Shuichi. “You should know that more than anyone.”

Shuichi felt his breath hitch. “A-Ah, okay.”

For a moment, he rested a hand on that soft, stuffed tummy on display in front of him. Kokichi sighed quietly and sat back. Shuichi continued, tenderly plying at the pale skin beneath his fingers. A sweet smile grew on Shuichi’s face as he relaxed and began rubbing away with one hand. Kokichi looked… so content. His full belly was being attended to so well, just as it had been all night. Shuichi pressed in gently, and a quiet burp rumbled in the back of Kokichi’s throat.

Shuichi looked up with an amused grin. “You still want more, huh?”

“Nyee-hee… Duh!” Kokichi let out his signature giggle. He playfully pushed Shuichi away and lifted his arms dramatically. “Now, go! That’s an order from your overlord!”

Shuichi rolled his eyes as he stood up, looking back at Kokichi. He was trying to look intimidating, but his skinny arms, shimmering eyes, and slightly swollen belly weren’t really doing him any favors. Shuichi chuckled and shook his head.

“I’ll be right back.”

——

Tucked away nicely in the fridge were four square slices of neatly decorated strawberry shortcake… Shuichi only assumed Kirumi was responsible for work done with such expertise. Dollops of whipped frosting lined the edges. Full, fresh strawberries sat undisturbed in the center of each slice. The vanilla cake itself was layered between even more frosting and strawberries.

Perfect.

It wasn’t a rich chocolate like Kokichi usually preferred, but Shuichi assumed his boyfriend could use a break from chocolate for the night. Either way, the layers of sweet, fluffy cream tucked between the spongy cake was something Shuichi knew Kokichi wouldn’t be able to resist.

Four slices, huh? Would that be… too much? Shuichi debated for a moment before grabbing each tiny box the thick squares of cake were individually packed away in.

It wouldn’t hurt to be over-prepared.

——

Shuichi returned to Kokichi’s room, balancing each little box carefully as he opened the door. Turning around to shut it with his foot, he didn’t expect to see… Kokichi with another can of Panta to his lips, his head tilted all the way back. Shuichi just… stared as Kokichi finished it off. He sighed as he took one final gulp from the soda. Out of breath, he dropped the empty can to his lap and met Shuichi’s gaze.

“What? I got bored.”

“I… wasn’t gone for that long,” Shuichi muttered, ears starting to burn as he tried to avert his gaze from Kokichi’s middle.

“Long enou-huurp… enough.” He huffed, a hand lifting to cradle his belly. He looked at Shuichi expectantly. “Well?”

“A-Ah! Right.” Shuichi moved to the bed and set down the slices of shortcake. Kokichi settled himself back down against the stack of pillows resting on the headboard.

“Nyee-hee… I totally get that you’re completely enamored with me, Shu… But I think we both know that you’d like to do more than just stare,” Kokichi purred.

Shuichi swallowed, face warming up quicker than he’d liked it to. He nodded. “Let’s get back to it, then.”

Kokichi grinned, satisfied, and put his hands behind his head. Shuichi settled back down onto the bed and picked up the fork out of the former chicken and rice container. He popped open one of the clear plastic boxes in which sat a heavy slice of creamy, soft cake.

“Damn…”

Shuichi looked up to see Kokichi staring straight at the cake.

“Are you sure you can you handle this?”

“Pff! Obviously!” He shot Shuichi an incredulous look. “It just looks super good… Did Mom make it?”

Shuichi rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m assuming this is all Kirumi’s fault.”

“Don’t blame her! She probably had no idea she’d be contributing to tonight.” Kokichi put on a sly grin and patted his tummy.

“And I don’t plan on telling her…” Shuichi grimaced. Nobody in the school really knew about his and Kokichi’s little feeding sessions. Everybody naturally assumed Kokichi was clearing out the fridge in the middle of the night, but they hadn’t really connected the dots back to Shuichi. He was just glad Kokichi didn’t make any attempts at publicly embarrassing him after an… eventful evening. Nevertheless, Shuichi pressed the fork down into the cake and picked up a corner.

“Open up.”

Kokichi giggled to himself as a delicate bite of the chilled cake passed his lips. He chewed and sighed contentedly as he ever so slightly rubbed up and down the growing swell of his lower belly.

This was Shuichi’s cue…

He brought up one more bite of cake to Kokichi’s lips then switched the fork to his other hand. Now closer to the warm, full tummy before him, Shuichi rubbed intently. Kokichi lowered his head back impossibly further into the pillows, a blissful expression immediately taking over his cherubic little face.

Over the course of the past few stuffings, Kokichi had started to look and feel a little less like a skeleton… His childlike cheeks became even fuller, the straps he wore around his thighs grew a little tighter, and his tummy developed a soft layer of plushness. Nothing too extreme… but it was definitely starting to get noticeable. And, God, did Shuichi love it… The idea of him softening Kokichi in more ways than one was like heaven.

Pressing gently into Kokichi’s filling belly, he was able to feel some of that softness puffing out at the lower half of his midsection… and Shuichi couldn’t keep his hands off it to save his life. Something was so satisfying about this whole thing… He continued. The spongy, sweet treat went in, in, in… and he would be repaid with the most touchable, huggable reward.

Shuichi realized he had reached the whole strawberry that sat atop the cake, adorning the once-whole slice beautifully. The top of the red fruit was sliced, so it was easy to simply eat the whole thing at once…

He held the strawberry up to Kokichi’s lips, his fingers grazing them gently as Kokichi took the fruit into his mouth.

Any form of feeding was some kind of pleasurable to Shuichi, but hand-feeding was too intimate to overlook. This… It felt like he had just kissed Kokichi. Speaking of which…

Kokichi chewed and swallowed, a light pink blush warming his cheeks. Shuichi’s hand had fallen to hold the other boy’s chin gently. He brushed his thumb across Kokichi’s bottom lip. Kokichi opened his eyes, that vibrant shade of violet meeting golden-hazel… Kokichi chuckled and sat up ever so slightly.

Warm lips met soft, sweet lips. Just for a moment… God, what was Shuichi to do? Every part of his mind was chanting, Kokichi, Kokichi, Kokichi… More, more, more…

This little liar had stolen more than just his heart… Shuichi was right where Kokichi wanted him, huh?

Kokichi plopped his head back down onto the pillows and sighed. “Keep it comin’, Shumai. My appetite won’t last all night, y’know.”

Shuichi stared Kokichi down with an amused smile. “That’s gotta be the worst lie you’ve ever told.”

He poked the fork into the cake once more as Kokichi snickered to himself. Shuichi noticed that the first slice of cake was miraculously disappearing, pressing a frosting-heavy bite into Kokichi’s mouth. Shuichi bit his lower lip as he watched his mischievous boyfriend indulge himself further.

Then, a few bites later… Just like that, the slice of tart, fluffy cake had disappeared. With a haphazard toss of the fork into the emptied container, Shuichi lovingly patted Kokichi’s belly.

Kokichi sighed. “Hmmn… More.”

Shuichi lifted his gaze in quiet surprise, lips parted. He swallowed thickly and nodded, reaching behind him to grab another slice of shortcake. Kokichi snickered, clearly amused by his boyfriend’s eagerness.

Shuichi popped the second container open, and dove in with the fork again. The bite prepared, he studied Kokichi for a brief moment. His eyes were a little droopier, his ever-present smirk seeming to be less taunting and mischievous— rather sleepy and satisfied. His chest rose and fell a little quicker with each silent yet shallow and labored breath. Kokichi was getting… rather overstuffed at this point.

But if Kokichi wanted to keep going… was Shuichi really going to stop him?

Bite after bite went in. Another fresh, plump strawberry was hand-fed into Kokichi’s mouth. He licked away crumbs and smears of creamy frosting from his lips. Breathy hiccups made his little body shudder as his belly continued to fill… and fill… and fill.

Yet another slice had completely made its way into Kokichi’s already heavy and bloated tummy. Shuichi ditched the fork right away, his hands curving over the top of the firm swell.

“Gh… urrp. God…” Kokichi softly groaned, strained burps lifting out of his tummy as Shuichi rubbed.  

“I’m guessing that’s it, right?”

Kokichi squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, grimacing as he stifled another burp. He sighed and shook his head.

“Just… make it quick.”

Shuichi froze and turned to Kokichi. …Seriously? He had to be hurting. He really didn’t want to make Kokichi genuinely uncomfortable, but… Shuichi couldn’t deny it to himself that stuffing the smaller boy all the way to the brim was oddly exciting. He felt his face burning up again. He didn’t notice Kokichi finally open his eyes until he giggled.

“I know what you’re thinking, Shuichi…” His voice turned low and teasing. He stretched, folding his hands behind his head. “You know what you’ve done to me, don’t you? You’re turning me into a… shameless glutton. No matter what you do, I-hic! …I’ll only want more. In fact, I expect more. And you know it… Don’t you, Shumai?”

If Shuichi’s face wasn’t red-hot already…

He knew Kokichi was only doing this to get a reaction. That’s the reason behind half the things he does… What Shuichi noticed this time, though, was that Kokichi almost looked as if he were flustering himself. Shit… He seriously was enjoying himself, huh? That snide, cynical little bastard.

“Go ahead… I’m all yours, y’know.”

——

The two had worked into a rhythm… Both boxes sat open. Kokichi kept his eyes shut as Shuichi wasted no time. They decided that fitting everything in as quickly as possible would make it easier. Despite Kokichi’s chewing having slowed down and his need for little breaks increased… they managed.

Finally, the last bite went in… and everything was gone.

“Woah…” Shuichi froze in place, eyes falling to Kokichi’s overstuffed belly. That little mound lovingly filled… so round- swollen taut with every last morsel that Shuichi had coaxed into Kokichi’s greedy, greedy mouth. It was some wonderfully indescribable feeling that Shuichi could never get over.

“Haahh… huff… Nyee-hee…! Th’ look on your face, Shu.” No matter how compromising a position he was in, Kokichi just continued to poke fun at Shuichi. Out of breath, he cradled his glutted belly with both hands. “Nngh… You could help me out, y’know.”

“Is that an order?”

“Heh… For you, I didn’t think it would matter.”

Moving aside all the empty food containers, Shuichi situated himself on Kokichi’s lap. The second his hands were on Kokichi’s tummy, the stuffed little leader let his guard down, his teasing smirk melting into something more vulnerable… satisfied… at peace.

Carefully at first… Shuichi sat softly circling the enlarged ball of a belly and caressing underneath. Both hands squeezed lightly at those bloated little sides, then pressed in, sliding up and down. Shuichi lightly, experimentally prodded into the widest part of the curving swell, feeling the firmness beneath his fingers. He slowly worked into a gentle, massaging rub, pressing down delicately as to not hurt Kokichi. It clearly wasn’t causing the latter any harm… He sat there, head back down on his stack of pillows, letting out little whines and sighs as Shuichi continued. At this point, it was unclear which one of them was putty in the others’ hands.

“Ha-ahh… Hrrp-brrup!” Kokichi took a moment to catch his breath, face flushing red and chest heaving as Shuichi pressed into the sensitive, aching spots across his overfilled tummy.

“I can’t believe you did that, Kichi…” Shuichi muttered, nearly talking to himself. “You’re… so good. You did so good.”

Kokichi laid back, wincing in pain intermittently… But overall, he looked completely blissed out.

“Are you… feeling okay?”

“Nghh… Hic-urrp! Never better.”

“Let me know if you need to me go a little easier, alright?”

“Heh… E-Easier? Don’t ever go easy on me, Shu.”

Shuichi shook his head with a smirk as his hands worked almost on autopilot… Gently. He knew Kokichi well enough at this point. The Ultimate Supreme Leader wouldn’t dare back away from a challenge, but that didn’t mean Shuichi had to sacrifice his own kind intentions. After all of these sessions… he learned that he adored seeing Kokichi comfortable… and hardly was Kokichi ever as comfortable as he was in moments like these… Moments Shuichi hoped and prayed would never stop returning.

[peeppeephellofatface]

Yeah, what’s up, here’s the Spencer fic.

Some anonymous feeder fills up that big boy’s tummy with lots of treats. That’s really about it.

Obviously, stuffing, burping, chub, and some force-feeding in there :P

He had always been one of the softer ones of his class, with gently rounded rear, a considerable paunch to his middle, and fuller cheeks than his sharper-featured siblings.  If not for his silver dress, one could easily assume that somehow another A3 had survived.  And that was what had endeared him to them when they first saw him.  

"Are you done for the day, Spencer?"

They had snuck into his shed and stood in front of him, looking up at his smooth face.

"After all, we don't want to have a repeat of what happened that time they found you after a.... little overindulgence."

"Oh, I'm sure I'm finished.  It's awfully late, I can't imagine the Duke and Duchess are going anywhere at this hour."

They nodded back and extended their hand towards him as he materialized, holding it in his own.  His fingers were rather dainty considering his size.

He didn't bother to pause before starting to walk off towards the place, leaving them scrambling behind to catch up to his quick walking pace.  Much as he was in engine form, he was remarkably quick in this form, particularly with his bulk.

"Well, hurry up, won't you?  I'm rather hungry."

"Getting there faster won't matter, you'll still have to wait for me!"

He sighed and stopped to let them close the gap, pouting a bit and looking around in exaggerated annoyance.  Until they caught up, and slipped a hand up his shirt.  He yelped and blushed a bit as he felt them squeeze at a handful of his belly.  After a good chuckle, they let go of him and the two continued at much closer paces.  They smiled at how well his plump backside filled out his pants, getting a bit flustered themself.  They patted it for good measure as he unlocked the door.  They couldn't see his reaction, but heard him sigh in pleasure.  

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He was sprawled out across the couch as they finished arranging the plates of desserts for him.  As most engines did in preservation, Spencer had put on a bit more weight.  Not as much as many others with how active he was, but he was definitely a bit fatter now compared to the older pictures of him.  They crawled on top of him and squeezed his full thighs and chubby middle, purring at how good he felt.  But then they pulled back, narrowing their eyes as they looked over him more closely.  Was he... getting even bigger?

"Let me see that sweet tummy, big boy."

They tugged his shirt up to just under his chest, feeling his plump belly in their hands, as their own face got hot along with his.   Their hands trailed around to his sides, gently kneading at his soft flesh as they moved around his torso, feeling their fingers sink in a bit deeper than they had before.  

"Aw, looks like you're becoming an even bigger boy, aren't you?"

"What?  But... how?"

"I'm not sure.  But it's so adorable on you."

He scooted back a bit to position himself more upright, his fat middle resting on his lap.  He slowly met his hand to their own and marveled at what must have happened to him.  They slid theirs out from under his and beneath his chin, stroking it as they brought a first bite of cake to his lips.  While some may lament how dense cakes have grown over the years and yearned for the lighter, generic chocolate cakes of the past, Spencer loved rich food.  He moaned as they started to feed him more, petting the side of his belly the way he liked it.  It felt heavier and heavier as they filled him up, continuing their rubbing to help keep him from getting bloated and snippy as he sometimes did when he ate too much too fast.  He wasn't as bad as Scotty, sure, but for an A4 he had a vicious appetite, with how his coal consumption was usually higher than the others due to his single chimney.  After a while they straddled his middle and positioned theirself somewhere between his legs and his lap so they could get closer to him.  Warmth radiated from him, as it always did when he ate, drawing them closer.  

They rested an arm against him as they turned to another plate, accidentally putting a bit too much pressure on him.

"Could you scoot over a b-URP"

With the next plate in their hand, they turned around and giggled at him.  

"Heh, sorry about that!"

They gave his belly a light pat in apology with their free hand.  He was looking considerably bigger and wasn't as soft as he was normally.  Clearly getting pretty full.  They kept giving him little bites of the treats and stroking his middle until he started refusing them, looking away with a somewhat pained and annoyed expression.  They glanced down at how tight his pants were against his stomach and loosened them for him, rubbing the underside of it where it was a bit red and sore from the pressure afterwards.  

"You're getting so big, darling."

"I know."

"Think you can take more?"

"Pfft, of course!"

"Well, let's get out some of that air first."

Spencer blushed.  Burping was so embarrassing for him, especially when someone had to help him with it.  He just wasn't used to the sensation since he hadn't actually tried eating in this form until relatively recently.  He felt himself getting red as they slid back a bit and gently massaged his swollen belly, knowing what was coming.

Of course, his burps were, frankly, anticlimactic.  For how worked up he got over them, they were usually quiet and airy rather than more forceful like most of his siblings'.  They chuckled at his reaction.  It was so cute how his belches were so soft even though he was so big.  Their kneading got a bit firmer, making them a bit flustered from the feeling of their hands sinking into his warm flesh.  

"There, that should feel a little better.  And you'll have some more room for more, big boy."

They turned to the container of ice cream behind them to start scooping it out for him, only to realize how stupid they had been by leaving it out this whole time.  It was gooey, practically liquid from sitting around for a while.  But then they smiled, getting an even better idea.  Turning back to Spencer, they brought the container towards his lips and raised their eyebrows, smirking at him a bit to see if he got the hint.   His eyes widened a bit in surprise, but he slowly opened his mouth and let them pour it in, groaning and sighing between thick swallows.  They felt their own breathing growing heavy in excitement as they felt the hand on his belly rise as the thick liquid filled him.  His head tilted back further as they raised the angle of the container to pour it all in, until there were just a few sticky dregs left.  They pulled it away while he licked off his lips and spooned up the bit of solid ice cream for him.

"Ugh, can I have the other one as well?"

They gave him a look of shock and wonder at how he possibly would have room for more, but shrugged and opened the other carton. He greedily gulped it down as well, and they marveled at how much he was managing to put away.  Halfway through, they tilted it back a bit to slow the flow and give him a chance to breathe as he began struggling.  He moaned and winked at them, and they tipped it back the other way, forcing the last of it into him faster than before. His belly pushed further out and he teared up a bit as he found himself hitting his limit, shuddering with the each mouthful and seething once he had finished it off.  

"Uggh, I'm so full it hurts..."

"Oh, you're far beyond full, more like stuffed beyond your limit.  You're such a good boy, eating everything I wanted you to and even more like that.  Let's help that tummy settle and help that pain.  

He felt himself flush again as he looked down, realizing how bloated he was, and placed a hand to his side in wonder.  They nudged it aside and pressed their own hands into his belly, gently squeezing it and massaging the tight bulge of it, eliciting a muffled belch from him, blocked by his hand out of modesty.  He leaned back again to make himself more comfortable and give them better access to his hot, distended middle.  There was a faint slosh from the liquid inside of him as he moved.  They smiled at him and jiggled it a bit to rile him up and hear more of those noises.  He burped and moaned several times as they continued kneading his tummy, an occasional gurgle coming from it as it struggled to deal with so much food.

"It's funny, Spencer.  You only really seem to complain about your stomach hurting from overeating.  Seems you can eat just about anything without too much trouble, unlike some of your relatives."

He felt a bit of pride inside from that fact.

"Like how some of them get crampy and grumbly if they eat something too heavy or sweet, but then there's you, and you ate... so much and all you did was get some air stuck in there."

He gave himself a closed smile as he looked down at his stuffed gut, and tugged them into his warm, soft form.  They purred as they hugged his figure with one arm and continued stroking his quietly gurgling belly with the other.  He leaned his head back as began to slip into a food coma, but they had other ideas.  They moved back a little and kissed the top of his tummy, groping at his chubby sides and nibbling at his sensitive skin a little, trailing more of them downwards until they reached the underwear line.  They gave the bottom of his belly a last pat and squirmed back up to rest their head against his chest again as the two finally drifted off to sleep.  

[opalstorm]

It's still Valentine's day so it still counts!

 “It sure was nice of your parents to give us their tickets for this.” Mortis said, leaning forward to refill his date’s glass with a rich, ruby-red liquid.

   “It was,” Opal replied, taking a sip of the wine with a satisfied sigh. “They both had to work late tonight so I figured hey, why waste the tickets, right?” She asked, gathering the pasta on her plate with her fork.

    The silver-haired stallion smiled, looking around the dimly lit room. “It’s pretty impressive I must say. Converting the aquarium to host a dinner service is a neat idea.” He admitted, watching as a school of red fish swam by in the deep blue of the tank besides their table.

    “I’ve always liked the aquarium,” Opal marveled, following her boyfriend’s eyes up to the tank to watch a giant sunfish lazily float by. “But we didn’t really get to come all that often.”

   Mortis turned away from the tank to continue eating. “I’ll mark that down as a future date idea then.” He said, taking a bite from the lump of pasta wrapped around his fork. “You make it really easy to decide on dates, Y’know?”

  Opal smiled up at him. “Well, you’ve always had great ideas in the first place. I just mention things I’d like to do and you figure out the logistics.”

    Mortis chewed thoughtfully, glancing around the atrium at the various other tables and their occupants. The Canterlot aquarium held this event annually and the wait list for reservation would be full by this time next week he imagined. And while he would love to have his name on the list, he’d learned not to plan too far ahead.

   Opal wiped her mouth with her napkin before pushing her empty plate away with a content sigh. “I’ve never been much of a fan of eggplant, but I guess anything can be good if you put it over pasta.” she smiled, leaning against her hand and watching the stallion finish his food. “I hear they have chocolate for dessert.”

   “Chocolate sounds fantastic to be honest.” the silver-haired stallion said, meeting her eyes. “So, have any plans for the rest of the night?” he asked.

   “Oh y’know,” she began, smirking. “A shower, maybe a little more wine, perhaps a massage, snuggling, other things.” she said, raising an eyebrow. “You?”

    “I haven’t put much thought into it. I figured I’d just go with the flow.” He replied, turning as their waiter stepped forward with a tray and covered dish.

   “Your dessert.” he said simply, resting the tray in the center of the table and removing the lid to reveal a heart-shaped chocolate cake before stepping away.

    “Told you it was chocolate.” Opal said, leaning forward and taking a piece of the cake. “Oh! It’s got chocolate inside the cake.” she exclaimed, dipping her fork into the chocolate sauce and pressing it to her tongue.

    “That it is.” Mortis replied, taking the other half. “I guess that’s why they call it a lava cake, huh?” he asked, cutting off a piece with his fork and eating it.

    Opal shrugged, beginning to eat her own cake. “It’s a little too chocolaty for me though. If it was just the cake it’s be fine, but the sauce is just too much for me.” she sighed, “but I suppose it’d be rude to not eat it.”

    “Opal, if you don’t want it then I’ll eat it. You know I like chocolate anyway.” Mortis said, chewing on another piece.

  The spotted mare sighed, pushing the plate over to him. “That’s true. I’ll just have some hot chocolate when we get home.”

   Mortis nodded, finishing off the first piece and beginning on the second. “For what it’s worth, it’s good cake.” He said in between bites.

    Opal sat back, adjusting her dress and looking around. “So, should we get a carriage or are you gonna do that teleporty-magic thing you do?” she asked, watching her boyfriend finish the cake.

    “Well, if it’s all the same to you, it’s not that far of a walk and I’d like to spend as much time with you as possible.” He smiled, stacking the plates.

    Opal smiled and nodded. “Oh you silver tongued devil. Fine, I suppose we can walk.”

    “Fantastic,” Mortis exclaimed, standing up from the table. “Well then, shall we get going?” He finished, stepping around to the other side of the table and helping her up.

    “let’s.” she smiled, taking his arm as they head towards the entrance of the aquarium.

    “Enjoy your evenings.” the receptionist said, smiling as the pair heads out into the night.

    “I’m glad we got to do something this year. Hearts and hooves has always been such an iffy holiday for me.” Mortis said.

    “To be honest, as long as we get to hang out it doesn’t really matter what we’re doing or what day it is.” she sighed, laying her head on his shoulder.

    “I can agree with that.” he said curtly, sighing. He brushed his hair out of his eyes as they turned down a side street and continued towards her home. “I’m glad I met you.” he said, pushing his free hand into his pocket.

    “Well, I can agree with that.” she said, looking away with a light blush. “Some of my past relationships weren’t nearly as good as this one.”

Opal sighed, looking up at him. “Where did that come from?”

    “I don’t really know. It just seems better than saying I love you. Especially on a day where it’s to be expected.” He explained. “That being said, I do love you.” he assured her.

   “I know, you don’t even have to say it.” she laughed, kissing his cheek. “My feet are starting to hurt. Turns out heels aren’t that great to walk in.”

    “I guess i’ll, as you so eloquently put it, teleporty-magic us back.” He laughed, wrapping his arms around her. “nobody should be in your backyard at this time of night so it’s a safe bet we can arrive there unimpeded.”

    “Well, nobody else is home so I’d hope nobody’s in the backyard.” she said, leaning up to kiss him as violet light exploded and swirled around them like a cloud of fireflies.

    The cloud quickly dispersed and the pair were standing in the center of the garden, lip-locked.

    “Hey! As wonderful it is to see that your relationship is doing fantastically, y’think you two could stop with all the PDA?”  Caramello called from the back porch.

    “I- wait, what are you doing here now? Weren’t you going on a date tonight mellow?” Opal asked, breaking their kiss quickly.

    “Nope, I just said that to get the happy couple out of the house so i didn’t have to be reminded that I’m single.” she grunted, turning back towards the back door. “It was nice while it lasted, now get inside so I can lock the back door.”

    “Oh, well I suppose that makes sense. Alright, we’ll be right in.” Opal sighed, watching her coach head inside before turning back towards Mortis. “Well, the other things I had in mind might be more difficult to pull off so we may just have to settle for cuddling.” she whispered, glancing towards the house before kissing him briefly. “Thanks for joining me.” she said, taking his hand and leading him towards the house.

    “Oh, it was my pleasure.” he said, squeezing her hand and following her inside. “You know I’ll join you for anything you want to do.”

    “You should be careful with that kind of promise mister. You never know when I’ll make you keep it.” she giggled, twirling around and kissing him again.

    “Hey! I literally just said knock it off! At least go to your room to do it!” The caramel colored mare yelled from the kitchen with a frown on her face. “Otherwise I’ll be having both of you running laps tomorrow.” she warned.

    “Ew, wouldn’t want that.” Mortis said, lifting Opal up into his arms with a delighted squeal and carrying her towards her room. “We’re sorry for disturbing your solitude ma’am. It won’t happen again.” He called back down the hall as he kicked the door closed and dropped Opal onto the bed. “So, shower, massage, or snuggling first, miss?”

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Cutecutecutecutecutecutecutecute! <3 I missed these two so much, and salty Mello too c: Thank you @askthe-apocalypse-ponies , you always the real MVP. I’m gonna start drawing the accompanying picture ^w^

And to everyone else, Happy Hearts n Hooves/Valentine’s Day! Show a little extra love to those you care about or TREAT YO SELF to some self love! 

[clubnosferatu]

The Beginning #2

Anna

Dmitri was different than what I expected; what I heard about him was that he was a terribly attractive man with an even more terrible sense of humor that couldn’t compete with his cruelty. By what I saw, the rumors about his relationship with Honor weren’t lying when they said that he has suffered a drastic change; what I witnessed was an old vampire more than ready to die, that seems to fight back the darkness that squeezes his throat. I also saw his instincts told him to run in some of our interactions and I fuck my life, if I’m proud of something is my ability to hide my true strength and brutality, unfortunately, Dmitri seems to be a damn radar of ultimate generation to detect my true nature.

I turn around in bed and check the time on the alarm clock. I hate it when I wake up before the alarm goes off because I get angry thinking about unnecessary stuff like for example from who has Dmitri get those expressive eyes with such a rich chocolate color o why he has a mole just in the end of his left brow. Many questions that I shouldn’t even question myself and here we are, waiting for the alarm to go off so that I can feign a routine that I’ve created for myself because if there’s something that truly scares me is get bored like the rest of immortals. Many of them say that I’m still too human and they say it with despise, they don’t remember that once all of us were human?

The alarm goes off and I check the bird feeder that I installed in the balcony, looks like there are many hummingbirds in the area. I roll towards the border of the bed and get up to take a shower, let’s get started with the routine. First I clean well after a night of playing to Just Dance because I love to be silly, then breakfast. Today I have toast with Nutella, espresso and a piece of walnut and cream cake; yes, the fact that I cannot gain weight allows me to eat anything I want and more. Of course, after all of this I prepare a smoothie with frozen blood, it’s not the best nutritional option but I’m sick of drinking hot blood every morning, it bores me. I have breakfast calmly and appreciate the different flavors, after drinking the smoothie I put on some clothes having in mind what I’ll do later. Today I haven’t got anything planned so I suppose that I’ll go to the library and maybe watch a movie; there aren’t reunions important enough with the Guild to steal more than one hour of my life.

Sighing because I despise meeting up with Sarah, I decided to go for dark jeans along with a white t-shirt form the band Alt-j and a black leather jacket. I put on my black boots and grab the very worn messenger bag where I carry from weapons to gum and hair ties. I check my phone and I’m surprised to see a message from an unknown number. I take the elevator and open the message.

<I don’t really want to know what are you made of in the middle of what surely become a headache. Do you want to go to the shooting range of the Tower? DMITRI>

I smile and create a new contact before answering.

<It will be a pleasure make you bite the dust. There at 8 p.m>

I don’t wait for his answer, I put my phone in my jacket pocket and near my orange KTM. I adjust the messenger bag and leave the garage without a helmet, I have to be very drugged or drunk to have an accident and even then it wouldn’t mean nothing too permanent. The streets have fluid traffic so I reach the Guild before what I expected. One of the many hunters nears me and tells me that they are waiting for me. I suppress the urge to roll my eyes due to his cleverness as if I like to speak with idiots that only want guns.

I follow the guy with a stick up his arse from who I smell sexual desire from kilometers away and step on the elevator. The ding means my gateway, I pass the hunter and knock on Sarah’s door; we are greeted together and I take a seat next to the same hunter with whom I spoke yesterday.

- Jacob was finishing speaking about the new weapons. Apparently, they are too heavy to carry them in long hunts-I open my bag and put on the table the dagger that Jacob rejected-

- The blade is attachable and it can be pick up through the magnetization of the blade pressing the only protuberance of the handle. Jacob thought it would only be using the guns but he didn’t let me explain that the weapon he grabbed without permission was designed for vampires and not humans. As you know, I don’t work exclusively for the Guild; Rafael and Galen are my usual clients- Jacob has the decency of gulp ashamed-

- It seems you continue to think without your brain, Jacob-Sarah sighs tired- and you are still not honest, Anna-I shrug-

- I don’t have to be, I usually think that I make business with professional and not kids wanting to check out who has the biggest toy-Jacob looks at me furious and I look at him not giving a damn- do you have a problem with what I said, Jacob?- his left-hand goes for the dagger that’s in his jacket pocket, but I grab his elbow before he’s even able to graze it- If I were you I wouldn’t do that.

- Jacob, for the love of god - Sarah rubs her nose when another hunter enters the room, the one that usually buys weapons from me, Ashwini-

- Sarah, they need you now in the conference room. Seems like Rafael wants to speak with you- I release Jacob’s elbow and get up-

- We’ll talk about this another moment. Ashwini- I smile and left the room-

It is time to go to the library and finish The Quixote, it has something that makes it atemporal and a genuinely great book. I say hi to the librarian and go to one of the reading rooms to continue experiencing the z¡crazy adventures of Don Quixote.

I finished the book a little bit after four p.m. I’m hungry. I go home and make a big ration of fried blood that I enjoy like a little kid, I accompany it with an ice cream terrine of vanilla with caramel and macadamia nuts. One call makes me leave the kitchen annoyed, I don’t like to be disturbed when eating. I check who is calling and I frown surprised when I read “DMITRI”.

- Anna- I hear gunshots and check the clock- do you wanna move forward our date?

- It’s not a date but yeah, I’ve finished a reunion earlier than expected and I want to check out if you are as good as the rumors say- I smile menacingly-

- This is not a duel medieval ages style-he laughs and I grab my keys from the front door-

- If this was a duel it would be at least interesting- he hangs up on me and I look indignantly the phone. This man is very stupid-

I park in the Tower and go directly to the shooting range. The moment I enter the room where the munition is kept, I see Dmitri in casual clothes and sincerely, I think I lose my panties until he looks at me with disdain, then a chastity belt has appeared alongside a bottle of belladonna.

- I see that people aren’t wrong when they say you are smug- Dmitri raises a silent brow-

- Aren’t you speaking for yourself?- I grab one of the guns and a box of bullets-

- I don’t have problems to speak to other people or to understand when enough is enough- this makes him stop for a second before turning around to prepare his gun-

- I was thinking about doing this with knives but if you prefer guns, then so be it-the dummies appear and I ignore my surroundings. I concentrate on my breathing and let everything flow-

Dmitri after that insists on using knives because with guns we are pretty similar. I check the maneuvering of the knife to then throw it softly to the dummy who has his head pierce through easily. Dmitri pierces through his mouth so I go for the balls, to what he responds going for the heart.

- Do you see me now worthy of your time?- I turn around and find him looking at me with something that in any other case I would understand as lust, however, I think is something more related to another type of attraction-

- I didn’t know there were people so capable wasted away in infiltration missions- I smile and tilt my head-

- You never attend reunions about abroad missions, if you went you would know that I’m better than what you think- I leave the shooting booth behind and check my phone. No calls from Sarah-

- There’s another reason to make me want to see you-I look at him with a raised brow- Rafael basically has asked us to investigate the territory and more important cities. Then, we can create whatever alibi we want- I nod-

- Fiances are easy, get some rings and that’s it. Quick and easy-Dmitri flinches at this possibility but is the best one we got-

- I’ll get the rings- says almost growling-

- There’s no need to be so happy about feigning being my fiancé, at this rate you’re going to make fall in love with you- he rolls his eyes and I laugh- is there any date to when we have to leave?-Dmitri sighs-

- Rafael hasn’t told me anything, but I think we will have a reunion soon to speak about the details-I tilt my head and smile-

- Hey, if we are going to feign being engaged, the least we can do is get to know the minimum from the other so we can lie, don’t you think? I’m not as irritating as you think, yesterday you got on my nerves, that’s all- he looks at me blankly, I don’t know what he’s thinking-

- No stingy bars-I sigh-

- No stingy bars- he nods solemnly and I have to suppress the loud laugh that is climbing my throat. For an instant, I’ve seen a five-year-old kid completely proud of getting what he wanted-

Obviously, I wasn't planning on going to a stingy bar but the fact that we are near one of my favorites cake shops in the city makes choosing easy. As we enter the shop we attract people’s eyes, something normal when you reach a certain age in the vampires world. If I have to say it somehow because we feed on blood I suppose that with time we became more and more attractive to humans and that’s why I think some of them look dazzled when they see us. Especially humans that have never seen a vampire, that are the ones that react more strongly.

We sat down in one of the tables to the back of the local, this way we can see the whole shop plus being next to a window. Dmitri looks through the menu with a blank expression while I know exactly what to get; I would be surprised to see him eat anything. When the waiter near us, Dmitri asks for black coffee and I ask for a piece of cheesecake and red tea. He leaves after getting us our order and I notice Dmitri eyes on me.

- What?- I take a piece of cake without looking at him-

- A vampire eating cake, I thought that only the newborn did that due to nostalgia-I shrug and bite the fork-

- I like to eat, what do you want me to say. I’ve lived many years eating boiled animals, plants, fungus ignoring the many possibilities that they could be poisonous- Dmitri takes a sip from his coffee-

- I still don’t understand it, it’s unnecessary- I smile-

- Living for thousands of years in unnecessary, Dmitri. Don’t say that kind of things, I didn’t take you for a philosopher- Dmitri leaves the cup on the table-

- If you want us to get to know each other you have to leave aside your preconceived ideas aside, Anna- I wink at him which makes him look at me surprised-

- I hope you take your own advice. Okay, where do you want to begin?- Dmitri looks at the coffee thoughtful before smiling softly and looking at me with irony-

- What is your favorite color?-I tilt my head and can’t help but laugh-

- Yellow, my favorite flowers are sunflowers- Dmitri nods-

- My favorite color is possibly lilac because my favorite flowers are the lilacs-I smile and an image appears in my mind-

- Then I’m not wrong when I say you have at least a lilac tie or shirt- Dmitri doesn’t answer me but I can feel that I’m right-

- Are you a natural redhead?- I nod-

- Yes, my mother was a redhead and between women, it’s usual to inherit this kind of things- Dmitri nods and takes another sip of his coffee. I have already eaten half of the cake- Do you have tattoos?- Dmitri nods-

- Every one of the Seven has tattoos to show loyalty to Rafael- I nod remembering-

- Yes, yes. The famous tattoos of the Seven- I click my tongue- I hate to ask things I already know- Dmitri laughs-

- I hate when I have to explain the same thing twice or repeat a conversation- I roll my eyes-

- No one would say you are an honest person- Dmitri smiles slightly and finishes his coffee. I finished my cake and grab the teacup while it’s still hot- When were you converted?- Dmitri seems to lose himself in his head for a good couple of minute with a blank face and his eyes seem completely black-

- A thousand and eighteen years ago- I blink and study his face-

- I understand by your face that it wasn’t something you wanted to remember, I’m sorry- Dmitri makes a gesture with the hand that I don’t understand but he doesn’t seem any tenser than before-

- When were you converted?- he looks at my eyes and I know my face can’t be that different from his-

- Two thousand and eighteen years ago- this makes him blink before tilting his head and frowning-

- In the 800?-I nod-

- I’m older than you, that is a real surprise. I thought we were more matched- Dmitri makes a neutral sound and sighs-

- Then the tattoo on your arm is something related with Vikings like the braid you had the other day- I can’t help but smile due to the disdain that drips from his voice-

- Yes, I have protection and strength runes in my arms. I’ve always been a warrior, maybe we can use that as the middle ground between us- Dmitri sighs as I wait for some kind of answer-

- When is your birthday?- I lean on the back of the chair-

- November -I point at him with my chin and he imitates my pose-

- May- I smile-

- Do you have any other hobbies besides women, alcohol, and weapons?- Dmitri rolls his eyes but he has again a tiny smile in his face-

- I like photography- I nod impressed-

- Photography is one of those things that I like but I’ll never do by myself- Dmitri studies my face before smiling openly-

- Hobbies outside weapons and motors?- I smile-

- I like to write poetry- Dmitri raises a brow impressed- writing is more or less one of the only things that entertain me nowadays- the waiter picks ups everything and I ask for another piece of cake-

- I suppose that if you eat you also cook- I nod and I can feel the engines in Dmitri’s head move silently- I would like to try out what are you capable of cooking- I look at him surprised before smiling once again-

- Be careful, don’t you fall in love with my culinary skills.

We decided to meet up again after the next reunion with Rafael so I can show him what I can cook. I didn’t expect that something like that left his lips but, I guess I don’t have a lot to base on; Dmitri has never been a talkative man.

The sun goes down while I drive to my apartment. Nights on the city are a big excuse to visit pubs or clubs and every vampire with a certain level goes to Erotique; the problem is that for me, is more like a business trip than going to a club to relax a bit. I reject the idea of going to Erotique and decide to go instead to Valhalla, a pretty similar pub but with a lot fewer people that I know because is full of angels. I like to go because I usually cross paths with Illium and speaking with him is always interesting.

Today’s not an exception and as always that we meet, he comments my looks with ease, the same ease you would speak about the fur with which you plan to make another coat. Tonight I put on a dark green short dress with a big cleavage and covered in sequins, paired with simple black stilettos that are tied up until the mid-thigh.

- I see you continue to use green to make pop up your hair color- I smile and look at his light blue shirt and the dark jeans-

- I could say the same about you and your eyes; I’m still waiting for a night where you don’t want to make them stand out- I obtain a pretty smile from the blue-winged angel and he offers me a hand-

- Care to dance?- I roll my eyes and accept the offer-

- Only if you suppress the urge to use me for the same purpose as the many other women that have been in your bed.

Obviously, I don’t have anything going on with Illium, to put it simply, we dance to gain attention and then choose a victim. Today I chose a man around that looks around his thirties, green eyes and incredible grey wings. Normally I stay away within vampires, but some angles have something so hollow and false that I have to take them to bed and figure out what are the made of.

This one, in particular, is a lot more brusque than what his appearance might lead you to think. Which isn’t a problem for me, I appreciate tenderness as much as roughness. I like to have a little bit of everything in my life. Once we end up fucking, I dress up, kiss him and left his apartment. I fancy a shower in my flat and sleep, tomorrow I don’t have an appointment and it’s not like somebody will yell at me for being irresponsible.