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[shipmadeflesh]

NAUGHTY K I S S OR T E L L
The Naughty Mistletoe with a Twist Meme
So, it's that time of the year, isn't it...? The mistletoe's hanging up everywhere,
just waiting for a lucky couple to take a smooch underneath its
leaves. Seriously, it's all over the room. Once trapped underneath the mistletoe, you have two choices: reveal a secret or kiss your

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Ethan | ♠7 ♠ | HoC

[cutslikeaspade]

We discussed this B| 2

[bitchwithabite]

It wasn't so much that she wanted it as that they both needed it. Sometimes, things were just too much, and the options were to destroy something, or to turn that destructive energy toward something that could take it without breaking. That something was each other, and when Ethan opened her door with restrained fury in his eyes, she immediately started clearing her writing table as quickly and neatly as possible.

Then she was standing up and moving closer, stepping into his space. Part of this was triggering the explosion, after all, and it was a potentially deadly game, but it worked. It kept them from breaking.

Hands catching at his shirt was only the beginning.

grimm, yes?

[cutslikeaspade]

Oh, but it'd been an absolute shit day. His office had been beleaguered with problem after problem since sunrise. And only now, after nine pm, had he been able to escape and storm determinedly down the halls to familiar quarters, not bothering to knock as he forced open the door and strode within.

Ethan didn't even register what Amy'd been doing upon his arrival;he didn't give a rat-shit and besides, such wasn't the reason for his presence in her rooms. He needed an enemy, a tactile target upon which he could vent. Beating the hell out of training mannequins just wasn't the same. No, his victim needed to scream, to hurt, to...bleedBehind blue eyes, the monster snickered

[bitchwithabite]

There was never a way to prepare for this, not really. There was never really a way to brace for her back to crash into the wall, for her breath to be forced from her lungs, for knives to come out and pose very real danger to her person.

So when the cold blade touched beneath her eye, Amy had to swallow the noise that built in her throat so that it wouldn't spoil the game so early. She could try to free her hands, lift her chin and struggle against him, too. She could lie to his face and hiss to him, "I'm not afraid of your little knife, Ethan."

Give him a target. Give him something to aim his rage at. Amy was okay being that target, okay with meeting his icy blue eyes with her own softer ones. But there was an edge of fear in her eyes, and her pulse was jumping just a little faster in her throat. She never was very good at lying to him.

[cutslikeaspade]

"Liar," he hissed, dragging out the sibilant even as the dangerously sharp blade drug down her cheek, lightly scraping. It passed over her jaw and straightened to its edge when it met her throat, passing over flesh in exquisite slow motion.

A press of white pain and blood welled, prompting a snarl from the monster, its dark head lowering to immediately fasten lips to the shallow wound. Ethan released Amy's hands, mouth wet with her blood whispering at her ear, "--you still taste delicious, Ames..."

[bitchwithabite]

She couldn't let herself scream, wasn't in a place to do that anyway, but the drag of knife earned fearful, shaky breaths, while the press of the blade into her skin tore a strangled whimper past her lips. His mouth closing around the ripped skin, however, had her hands grappling at his sides, fingers digging in.

Delicious and terrible, pain and pleasure, fear and fetish. They mix together so completely anyway, but when this was added to the mix, all Amy could do was whimper and reach for the most easily accessible knife on her person at the small of her back; the ones normally strapped to her forearms had been deposited upon return from the end of her workday, so this was the best she could reach for, but it was better than nothing.

"Delicious, huh?" she breathed. "And that's just a goddamned sip." Barely a taste of skin or blood or fear, and certainly nothing of anything else. If he's going to comment, he should be given everything, up to and including a shallow slice over his ribs.

ooc;

[piquedbutler]

...I rolled a 3, so you can pick between Chives being full of fraternal love or girl-Chives having an awkward crush on her brother.

ooc;

[cutslikeaspade]

Roll again? Odd number, the former, even, the latter?

Brilliant. Now to maintain the fortitude not to just tag you a zillion times. o7

[piquedbutler]

It's a little Silly, of course, to be trapped in servitude to the tiny sprig of green known as mistletoe. But it's only Ethan. It's not so bad, really, to express a tiny bit of affection in a way that's completely Sanctioned despite being rather public.

"Master Ethan?"

There's just the slightest tug at the older man's sleeve as he shifts in. A kiss on the cheek is all it Requires, right?

I DO NOT MIND, BB. <33

[cutslikeaspade]

Ethan paused from taking a quick sip of bourbon to Chives' hesitant pull. He hadn't really noticed where he was even standing, so lost in thought had he been. Blinking back to reality, he turned to his figurative younger brother and raised inquiring eyebrows.

"Mmm?"

...so flood your inbox with tags, you're saying. :|a

[piquedbutler]

There's the briefest Glance upward, quietly indicating the little plant before he ducks the rest of the way to press a firm kiss against the corner of Ethan's lips.

"Happy Christmas." It's so easy to murmur. It's less easy to stop the next words that fall from him almost entirely unconsciously. "I-- adore you."

...please? XD

[cutslikeaspade]

Following Declàn's glance, Ethan caught sight of the green sprig just as he felt the small intimate gesture against the side of his mouth. And for perhaps the second time in his entire life, Ethan was struck absolutely immobile.

Such frozen shock was lethal in the life of a professional assassin, but Ethan could no more have moved than he could have moved the moon, so surprising was it. And followed by the whispered words in such a familiar, beloved voice--they traveled straight from his ears to the back of his brain, where they landed with the force of a cement truck.

He dimly heard himself mutter some platitude about the upcoming holiday before the hand not holding his glass reached up to cup Declàn's cheek, tilt his sibling's face upwards and return the gesture, gently but surely giving in to tradition's expectation, taking Chives' mobile mouth with his own.

How can I say no to you. :3

[piquedbutler]

Oh. Well. Oh. That's just Wonderful, isn't it.

His fingers lift briefly from the older man's cuff to his collar, cling just briefly Tight to keep them in place just a few heartbeats longer. It's so Unusual, after all, that kissing feels so completely Safe.

This is Ethan. Ethan would never hurt him. Ethan would only ever keep him completely, unalterably Safe from harm.

It's got him smiling when he does pull back again, just a little dazed but completely at Peace.

Not ever, I hopes.

[cutslikeaspade]

More than a touch dazed himself, Ethan slowly inhaled a deep breath and stepped back half a pace, blinking in effort to clear his suddenly throbbing head. It was half on his lips to apologize, but seeing the look on Declàn's face smothered the words.

Instead, he again drew the butler close, gently enfolding him in his arms, murmuring at Chives' ear, "Ti voglio bene, fratello mio. Così molto."

{{I love you, my brother. So very much.}}

Nope nope nope. o/

[piquedbutler]

"Per sempre, fratello."

It's such an Easy promise to make, safe here against the other man's side, clinging just very slightly in place. It's always Been, after all; will always Be. Time and Distance would never Change the fact.

"Don't... forget that."

yey! /bitty squee ^^

[cutslikeaspade]

"I promise," was the quiet answer, given freely and with heartfelt sincerity behind it. For it was truth, a truth Ethan himself clung to so very tightly. A line for his sanity.

Indulging himself with a discreet kiss against the butler's temple, Ethan squeezed his shoulders once more before relaxing with an easy smile, for once reflected in bright eyes, clear of their mirrors and shadows.

We've made it this far, they said, and we're still here.