[1 v 1] Danger Zone (JD/Herryk)(sexyviolent)

[bipolar bee]

"Does JD get it?" Herryk snorted, pushing himself up into a seated position. It brought him up close to JD, and the draugr's voice lowered as he narrowed his eyes. Herryk brought a hand up to grip JD's wrist, tightening his fingers on the demon's golden skin before he opened his mouth to speak.

"Is that why JD kissed Herryk? Because JD is lonely?"  

[Ravvlet]

"No," he snarled into Herryk's face. "JD kissed Herryk," he spat bitterly, imitating the other boil's speech, "because JD was drunk."

He glanced down at his lips, the back up into his eyes, and his frown softened a little, turned into something less angry but no less nasty.

He lunged forward to bite Herryk's lip.

HP: 22/40
DMG: 0 hi
CHG: 1/2  

[bipolar bee]

Herryk's eyes flared as JD leaned forward, intent on biting his lip. The demon's audacity had Herryk letting out a raspy laugh, one that sounded rusty with disuse. He wasn't smiling, his expression humorless as shifted forward, using the momentum to pin JD on the ground.

He promptly straddled JD's stomach, keeping his weight on his knees as he rolled forward to pin the other boil's arms with pressure on his wrists.

Herryk narrowed his eyes as he stared down at the demon.

"Herryk thinks JD is a liar."  

[Ravvlet]

The laugh made the hairs on JD's arms stand on end, and his breath caught in his throat. He found himself falling backward without much resistance, and soon the larger, darker boil loomed over him menacingly. His pulse pounded in his head, the pressure at his arms and waist felt like they were connected by a line of cold fire.

He swallowed dryly. "I..." He murmured breathlessly, eyes wide, mouth agape ever so slightly. He tried to raise his arms, but the weight was too much- and struggling brought him to just this side of pain. Just the right kind of heat.

A thrill went up his spine. He was helpless, left staring up into the draugr's face as conflicting emotions played across his own.  

[bipolar bee]

Herryk's eyes narrowed as he peered down at the demon's mouth. There was something to this. Something to the power he felt just now, surging through him in ways he didn't want to think about too hard or for too long. Herryk wanted to investigate it. If this was a method to coping with the feelings that had become far too unbearable, then Herryk wanted to explore the options before dismissing them entirely.

Shifting so that both of JD's wrists were trapped neatly beneath one hand, Herryk moved his now-free hand down to clasp around JD's throat. The pad of his thumb pressed against the pale blue underside of JD's chin, forcing it up and back.

Herryk's hair obscured his face, but those glittering, ghastly blue eyes glowed briefly from behind the curtain of black.

"What, JD?"  

[Ravvlet]

It was almost an automatic reaction - when Herryk shifted so that he could pin both arms with one hand, JD bucked wildly, straining to get free. It was no use - his slight frame couldn't unseat the mountain of muscle that had him hostage, and he stilled as the other boil slid his large hand around his throat. His pulse fluttered wildly against his palm, like a caged thing, waiting to be freed. He closed his eyes, expelling the air from his body in a soft sigh.

A sudden pressure. He tensed as his chin was pushed back, back - stretching his neck in a clean, unobstructed line. His hair fell away from his face to swirl in limp locks along the floor. JD tried to relax, tried to lay back and remain unresisting; tried to relearn how to breathe. It was difficult to concentrate.

Those eyes.

His body warred against itself, fear mingling with excitement in a way that was new and confusing. Anticipation. The thrill of the unknown. There was no one to rescue him here - no one to catch him if he fell. No one to even notice.

He licked his lips, voice a hoarse whisper as he managed to sputter out one word. "Alone."  

[bipolar bee]

"Alone?"

Herryk's fingers tightened against the demon's neck, something pure and ugly thrumming through him. There was something almost pretty about the way that JD's neck bent to the pressure that Herryk applied to his flesh, and Herryk increased the tension, forcing JD's neck back even further - not enough to snap, not enough to break - but enough to make sure that JD understood who was on top of this situation.

Not in control, not by any stretch of the imagination.

"What does JD mean by this alone? Mm?"  

[Ravvlet]

JD gulped, his adam's apple bobbing in an exaggerated fashion under the tautly stretched skin of his throat. The back of his head scraped the floor, a dry sound. His pitch black eyes rolled wildly, finally refocusing on their captor.

His only reply was a frantic, high pitched moan.  

[bipolar bee]

As if curious what would happen, Herryk released the other boil's wrists. He didn't let up on JD's neck: instead, his fingers tensed just so. Herryk tilted his head to the side, completely focused on the way JD's throat worked, the roll of his eyes... the cry that came from his throat.

"Mm?"  

[Ravvlet]

JD's breath hitched. Now that they were free, his hands flew to the one at his throat, scrabbling desperately. He kicked with his legs, thrust with his hips against the weight of the boil above him, anything to relieve that terrible pressure...  

[bipolar bee]

Herryk's fingers came together sharply, and with one massive hand he gave a twist.

His expression remained relatively impassive, clinical curiosity more than anything. The draugr's intent was clear - end it.  

[Ravvlet]

It was as if that sharp tug was all it took to break the boil beneath him - his grip loosened, eyes and mouth sagging half-closed; relaxing even as his body boiled into fog and slid across the floor with a whispery sigh.