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NEVER HAVE I EVER MEME

- Everyone is at a big party. I don't know how we fit this many people into one room either, but bear with me!
- Post an IC or anon comment with a subject that finishes the sentence "never have I ever".
- If you see something your character has done, reply with them taking a shot! If they've done it many times, have them take many shots or down an entire bottle. Shots do not need to be alcohol, especially not for underage characters.
- All characters must be honest. It's more fun that way.
- Bother other people. Demand details. Don't wreck the house, please.
- example!!

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It might be all the touching.

Touch is a form of control!

[Touches Katurian's face! Sensually! To prove this!]

[Under the gentle touch of his ill-advised man crush, Katurian somehow manages to not to wilt where he stands.

He does, however, tighten his grip on Eddie's hand to an absurd degree.]

Ah. [The wince is immediate. He glances down at his squished hand.] Ah.

You're hurting me.

[More surprised than accusatory.]

[Something in Katurian's expression shifts, his mouth twisting upward into a smile. He releases Edward's hand in an instant--

-- and then reels back his fist, aiming a punch straight for the other man's face.]

[The fist connects with Edward's chin and lower lip, cutting the lip immediately. He stumbles back with the unexpected force, blood spitting to the pavement. When he snarls, his teeth are smeared with red.]

Touchy little thing, aren't you? [Hand to his mouth, holding it. But that doesn't obscure the words. His eyes are wide and watchful, significantly less smug.] What did I say about power?

[Katurian shakes and cradles his fist, drawing it up against his chest. Edward's blood dots his knuckles. He touches that blood with his finger and then brings that finger up to his face, smudging deep red along his cheek where Edward stroked him moments earlier.]

Touch is a form of control.

[A slight, sardonic smirk as he watches Katurian's ritual.]

Yes.

Did it make you feel better?

[Another spit of blood. His lip is torn.]

[He nods quickly, quietly. He runs his teeth over his bottom lip.]

I like knowing that I'm not always so helpless.

[The next swathe of blood and saliva he spits at Katurian.]

Perhaps I should let you. Give you that craved heat just to take it away again. Perhaps I should.

[He flinches, his body taking on its automatic fear reflex even as he fails to avoid the blood and spit. It connects easily with his shirt.]

Really. It wouldn't be a blow to your-- [He wraps his tongue around the words, those harsh sounds.] -- dignity.

[He admired his work, the slight marking of territory. Blood and spit and shirts.]

Oh, Katurian. [A coy flicker of his gaze.] You'd be surprised what kind of blows I can handle.

[The innuendo -- and the look -- don't pass his notice. He shudders. Despite every punch he throws, despite every curse and small rebellion, Katurian is always trapped within Edward's web.

At least for now.]

How would you do it?

[He glances Katurian over -- a quick appraisal. His left hand brushed over his right wrist, where Desire had once left its mark. It wasn't here anymore, but Eddie was well versed enough in desire to guess appetite.]

You're new to this, even if you're not chaste. Light bondage, definitely a mouth gag. You'd like a bit of authoritative play. Everything would be face down.

[His imagination is so sharp, he pictures everything.]

And then nothing.

And then nothing. [A beat.] Only after it's something.

You should know by now that I don't need to be taught about loss.

But you've only lost in the same way, Katurian. [He takes a step closer. Another.] Again and again. It's biased, it isn't holistic.

[He takes two fingers to his mouth, wiping away excess and undried blood. He makes to run those fingers down Katurian's chest.]

You'd hate pleasure being taken from you. Not agency, not control, but unadulterated enjoyment.

[Katurian hardly knows enjoyment. That in itself becomes a threat. The gift -- and loss -- or something he couldn't quite obtain on his own.

At the hands of this man. At the hands of Edward.]

Perhaps I'd reject your advances.

[But his will gives under only those two fingers. His breath is hitched. His voice, thin.]

[Eddie smirked, and examined Katurian. Then, breathlessly, he moved -- sharp and quick, snakelike in his angle. His other hand is behind Katurian's head, stroking through hair. Smoothing down Katurian's spine.]

[He doesn't move. He can't move. He's trapped without being trapped. Poisoned without being poisoned. He struggles for his breath, fighting the way it danced in the back of his throat. One second passes. Another. Another. And then Katurian leans forward quiet abruptly, his breath whispering against Edward's cheek.]

Perhaps I'd only need you once.

[A hiss.]

[A grin flared over his mouth, bright and brief. A firecracker smile.]

Oh. [The noise softly spoken.] Oh, no. You would never surrender something you needed, even if it were only once. You're too sentimental. [His fingers stroked downward, lower.]

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