#though for real when things get serious he will deffo need to be read-mored jdjdd

[townofcadence]

Tremors pass through Artair as he's forced to meet Ares' gaze. His mouth leaks with blood that drips down his lips, both from the slices to his face and from his earlier incisor clamping down onto his tongue. It streaks down his chin and at the corners of his mouth.

The line of his lips wavers and thins until they're white and bloodless, where they're not stained already. It's all he has that's him right now, really. His eyes can no longer move, he's in fucking agony between his face and legs and just being here at all, and he is still so still. But he doesn't answer when he is asked if he understands. It's the one thing he can do, disobey how he can.

His skin crawls, and nausea crashes against him in waves, as Ares comes closer, lays closer down on him. It's familiar in a way he can't stand. He wants to throw up-- and he does. Bile spills in his mouth he has to swallow. The shaking is unmanageable. "I.... love it. When. You...ghh--- tear me to---to pieces."

The words strangle, fought as each syllable takes shape in his mouth. The smile on Ares' face summons more acid and a dizzy spinning in his head and pain that severs clean through his skull. He's light-headed from the fear, already with a headache where he hit the ground under Ares and---- his body seizes, what pieces of it he has say over, as those nails drag along him beneath his shirt. The pressure and tension that weaves their way through him has him immobile except for the scant breaths, leaving him in stressed and strained gasps. He's sick-- he's going to be sick-- stop touching him--- he can't--- he can't bare this just stop touching him please--. The gentle touch is just a preamble and he knows how horrible it can get. Will become. He's shaking so much he can hardly speak the next command.

"Pl--- ghhhk--- pl-please Ares..... h-----hurt me." He clamps his jaw after what little he says, keeping the words limited to just the bare minimum. He-- doesn't want to say more. Sparks light his gaze. The green eye's sclera is growing dark as the yellow's lights up. His back aches both from the drop and something itching to come out. He cannot move. His teeth bare in a bloodied grimace, as he looks Ares in the eyes because he has no other choice. His fingernails dig into the ground between everything he feels, and the muscles beneath Ares's hand jump as if trying to move away from him.

Ares is harsh and unwavering over him as he awaits his response. He doesn't even respond to Artair's crying, when he would often take the opportunity to torment him about it. And there isn't a single ounce of remorse within him. Not that it was unusual for Ares, but the lack thereof feels far more frightening when the vampire is being so serious.

But then, Artair relinquishes just a bit in the form of opening his eyes. It soothes his rage to some degree, however small, and he takes the opportunity to yank the other's head fast enough that he can't help but to meet his hypnotic gaze. "There. Do not look away from my eyes unless I tell you to. Do you understand?" A small smile returns to him, and even his voice has regained it's silky quality.

His posture relaxes a bit as well, on top of his pet. Ares lays more easily on top of him, in an almost playful manner. "It is a rare treat seeing you cry like this, isn't it? Always trying to be so brave... but I suppose if you weren't at least a little feisty you wouldn't be nearly as fun to break, over and over again..... Say it. Tell me how much you love it when I tear you to pieces." His smile is growing back into a toothy grin once more, one that would be charming in any other situation.

"Beg me to tear you open, right now." He commands in a soft voice, clawed fingers trailing up under the front of Artair's shirt and splaying against the skin of his stomach. "Just like you used to. Please, Ares..."