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There wasn't much to do, or so Heat told himself. He had fed his demonic senses earlier today and while everyone seemed to be resting, he strolled impassively through the sets of hallways within their base - so damn boring. Before, Heat had never paid any attention, didn't understand anything but how it was to obey to those orders, to finish

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If once upon a time Heat would have remained passive and would have taken this little warning without complaining, then that time was long go. Stepping closer to Serph, his eyes narrowed and flashes red as he seethed. "As if that means anything anymore...Leader." The honorific was there, but barely meant anything at this point - it was as good as a slap to the face

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Heat wasn't that easily fooled, he couldn't quite tell why, to pinpoint a reason - but was certain that Serph was holding back. Why? No, his reeling mind didn't quite understand the other's reasoning. There was only the fire, and the ice, and those contrasts. "As you wish." he spat back towards the silver haired male, burning only to the point he couldn't decide whether his words meant he consented in doing it or not. Another emotion which had rose within Heat's mind: confusion. It wasn't as powerful as the constant anger, nor as powerful as his hunger, but constant and never moving

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Not until you explain yourself," Serph turned and looked at him over his shoulder, something flaring in his mind. A memory, someplace warmer, with colors he couldn't comprehend, Heat dressed different, something like a smile on his lips perhaps. He turned back around and bent, stripping the outfit completely off and leaving himself fully bare (but not defenseless, of course. He had Varna). Like his back the rest of him was untouched by scars, perfectly smooth and snowy pale - his legs toned, buttocks curved invitingly (and he knew they were, someone's voice in his head whispering it to him in a rather inviting way, though why he felt or heard it he didn't know - like he didn't know so many other things). Carefully he began to dry himself, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'd rather have what's bothering you out in the open rather than hidden and a possible threat to the Embryon

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Only that Heat wasn't sure what he had wanted Serph to do, the anger burning within himself wasn't leading anywhere, and as a trapped beast, he struggled for a few moments before stopping to consider Serph's words once again - no. To concentrate on the hand pulling down a lock of his own hair, to inhale Serph's scent. Right or wrong, Heat couldn't quite tell which was one was it, he crushed his mouth against Serph (it seemed "right", but was it?), snaking the hand that wasn't clutching the other's wrist around his waist

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The force was familiar, delicious, and erotic. His hands clutched at the broad warmth that was Heat, his subordinate and also something more. He moaned again when the wet muscle slid inside his mouth, running his own tongue back against Heat's and sending a sharp jolt through him. The wall seemed cold as Heat pressed him to it, Heat's clothes to chilly against his rapidly warming skin. Still, his lips moved against Heat's, fast and hungry, letting some of his cool character drop as he gave into the sensations. "Undress," he growled suddenly when they parted for much needed air, already working at the clasps of Heat's cloak