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I am the Everlasting Lord of Arcane Wisdom, Archon of Sumeru. One who holds a supreme gnosis for which I was created for.

What more could I ever want?

[He says as he rolls his hips into his hands and turns his head to kiss him. To steal his lips, the air from his lungs, his very being if he could manage it.]

[ Would he really feel satisfied having become an Archon? He doesn't think so, and so he doubts this is really true for Haruki either. But he doesn't push it just yet - instead, he focuses on that kiss, just as needy and desperate.

He keeps his touch on him, one hand moving around to palm his crotch, heel of his palm grinding against him, while his other teases his hole - fingers just brushing against him ]

Someone to share it with, to start.

[That feels really good, and he leans back into it chasing his fingers. Until he elbows him hard where he broke his rib.]

I won't be betrayed again. Don't forget you are the exception.

[ that makes him pause for just a moment, the pain settling in but mixing in with pleasure, making him tremble and letting out a soft noise ]

I won't—

[ he shifts so he can grip him properly, starting to jerk him off as his finger pushes into him, not wasting any time and starting to prep him immediately ]

You are — very precious to me.

[Such a difficult choice, rock into his hand or ... well, he doesn't care to be prepared and with a hiss he impales himself as best as he can on his fingers.]

How precious? How far would you go for me?

[ fuck. That’s hot, and he’s going to indulge him in it - starting to fuck him with his fingers, not letting up in the slightest ]

I won’t cause harm to people I care for. But short of that … I would consider many things, just to make you happy.

You're pathetic.

[He scrambles with any of Mochi's remaining clothes as he pulls off his fingers. But this is only so he can line up with his cock and shove himself down with cry and shaking knees.]

Salamander won. You lost.

So much for the people you care about.

[ He lets out a soft grunt as he enters him, both hands moving to Haruki's hips now as he takes a few moments to adjust to that tight head - not yet moving, not without permission, knowing he would enjoy that ]

Can't you consider it — a gift from me? Snail didn't — work together. Our loss had nothing to do with me letting Yuki take me apart.

If he had been your follower ... wouldn't you have wanted to give him a gift, too?

[Mochi, why do you have to call him out on his hypocrisy?]

Is it just a gift?

I know you. I was you. You walked into that furnace with that heart in your hands. You would have given anything to save them.

Are you falling back into that habit?

[He does appreciate it a lot as he places his hand over Mochi's for a moment. And then he nods his head that he is allowed to move.]

[ he doesn't answer immediately - instead, he starts moving, rocking his hips into him and keeping his hold on him, letting his hand move from his hips to his ass again - to grope and feel him, enjoying his body, exploring as if he's never explored his own before.

But then he has to think about his answer. Is he falling back into those habits? He can't think of himself as pure and selfless as he used to be. Back then Niwa was no longer there to save, he thought he had fled. But the people of Tatarasuna still needed someone to turn off that furnace, and he was the only one who could. ]

It's —

It's not the same.

[ But isn't it? It wasn't just Yuki. He gave his parts to others, some he barely even knew, just because they were dear to someone he liked. Even though he's not selfless, he still did something so ridiculous. ]

... I wanted to help.

You want to be useful.

[He corrects.]

Unless you've reverted more than I thought.

[He hums and pants, eyes half lidded, but keeping a watch on his face the entire time.]

Go on. There is no embarrassment between us.

I haven't — reverted.

[ he brings one hand to the back of Haruki's neck, pulling him down for another kiss - heated and hungry as he keeps fucking him ]

It's not as if I care about everyone who lives here. Whether they live or die or they're torn apart, killed because — they were too pathetic to take care of themselves.

I want the people I care for to remember the things I do for them. To remember — that they owe me, so they can never leave me.

[He cries out into his lips, living in the moment. Having everything else fade away except for the two of them.]

I'm here.

[Said as much for Mochi's benefit as his own. A promise. A threat. An ultimatum as he kisses him back with equal force, chasing his movements, panting.]

Stop searching.

[ he can tell he's getting close - his hands holding tight onto him, nails digging in just lightly as if he's trying to leave more marks on him. There's another groan, and when he's speak he's breathless ]

You know as well as I do that — I'm also greedy.

That makes two of us.

[He runs his tongue down his throat as he leans closer leaving little space between them. It gives him the added bonus of rubbing his cock across Mochi's belly as he rides him.]

But there is more you can give me.

[He wraps his fingers around his throat choking him. The violence just adding to the heady pleasure he's already feeling from the fucking and the marking.

He's so close, too. Once he sees that moment of panic, that flash of fear, the flash of arousal of hitting a right button, that is all he'll need. He assumes this is all that Mochi will need as well.]

[ Of course he assumes right. It's perfect just like that - the danger, the pain, it works perfectly with how nice Haruki already feels. It takes until he feels himself truly out of breath to come, and once he does he lets out another pleased cry - his hold on Haruki tightening as he spills inside him ]

Nggh—!

Beautiful.

[He barely whispers the word after he comes with a harsh cry as well. It is all messy slick and sweat covered bodies that he doesn't pull away from.]

You are beautiful.

[He runs a thumb over one eye and barely restrains pressing in.]

[ Aaah ... wouldn't it be nice to let him do just that. But if he lost a eye now, after the game has already ended, people would ask questions. He catches his breath, taking some moments before he talks - and when he does his voice is still a little raspy ]

I — should be the one to say that to you.

You really enjoy breaking me, mm ...

How else are you to feel alive? Petty human emotions only go so far.

[He pauses thinking how to phrase the next part.]

The anger has stayed with me the most. The desire to watch everything burn. You're sturdy. I won't push too far. But I do want to see you in pieces. Just for me.

[He lazes on him ensuring they are still connected as he does.]

[ he's pretty content with that, and he even moves his arms around him, holding him there and humming at the words ]

I'm not surprised it's anger that stayed with you. I always thought I'd never get rid of it.

Even now, I haven't. I just changed its target.

Dottore. He finally pushed too far, did he?

[He curls up on him content as a cat.]

I kill him. I'll kill all of them that would dare to anger my Herald. Gods get to be fickle after all.

... Mm. One day I will share what he did. It does concern you as well after all, so I'd let you take a piece of him.

For myself as well as for yourself.

[ bringing his hand to his back, stroking it idly ]

Besides, he probably took all the credit for turning you into a god. As if you weren't the most important part of it all.

...

...

Is that what changed you? What Dottore did?

[ how to put it ]

Not exactly. But finding out about it changed my perspective. In the end it was the truth that changed me.

Though I'm not sure saying I "changed" is correct either. I accepted myself and my pitiful past.

So I'm 'pitiful' now.

[He scoffs. There isn't any bite to it as he curls up in his arms.]

Whatever. You still wanted to see it. The Sumeru I preside over. I still need a second terminal, so you'll have to wait for that.

You would agree to it this time, right?

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