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Content Warning  A Dark Knight Can Be A White Knight To    TW for SA Tag: Fenris
Played by Nyx    27 Posts Puck Frisk
This was his establishment and as such he had a certain level of trust and faith in it. Things would run as he expected them to and he could relax. At least that was how it should work. Then again he was forgetting a few key things. One, he was the Ace of Hearts and thus always in danger. Two, there were always people who would try something no matter where they were. Three, never let your guard down. These were simple things that he should have always kept in mind but he'd been cocky and over confident. Or maybe he was just so damn tired of constantly having to be on guard. It was an exhausting thing after all to try to keep his guard up that much.

He'd been drinking, he knew that much. But it hadn't been enough to make the room spin as badly as it was. But nothing seemed stable any more, least of all the arm wrapped around him and the body he was being pressed into. It smelled of… sour sweat and grease. It wasn't a pleasant scent and it upset his already on edge stomach. It made him groan and try to push away from the stranger. But he heard vague words and the arm tightened around him.

He managed to catch a glimpse of the room and his eyes locked on Fenris. Oh! Fenris! He liked Fenris. Fenris was good. He didn't want to smile but his lips curled into one anyway as he reached for the man, except they were a room apart and there was no way Fenris was reaching him. Not quickly anyway with how packed things were tonight.

Besides, the gross smelling body was pushing him down a hallway into a darkened nook in the wall. He didn't want to go and made a sound of protest but it was ignored and muffled as a hand moved over his mouth. Whatever drug they'd given him was making him feel hot and dizzy, his heart racing as he groaned and closed his eyes. Was it possible to be incredibly horny and nauseous at the same time? It would seem so because that was his current state.

He felt the cool wood of the wall at his back and sighed, slumping against it even as a body pressed against his front. He wrinkled his nose and made a disgusted sound, trying to push them away with arms that didn't want to cooperate. He could feel hands on his body, tugged at his clothing and slipping inside it. And he wasn't sure if he was speaking out loud or not as he kept saying the word no over and over again. He didn't want these hands touching him, and certainly didn't want them down his pants! Not that his overheated body was seemingly in agreement as his cock was hard. But that didn't mean anything with the drugs in his system making him that way, right? Right. Fuck that! He didn't want this gross smelling asshole touching him! But his brain was too fuzzy to stop him. Shit….

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Posted 01-29-2024, 09:26 PM
Played by Andromeda    14 Posts Fenris Siskakos
It still fascinated Fenris. How he, a brothel baby, born on dirty linen sheets and failed abortion attempts, could end up here. The Ace of Heart's establishment was surprisingly luxuriant, given the dingy, heady air of the Red Light District. It should not have surprised him - sex trafficking was lucrative, and the Hearts boasted a hidden wealth that Fenris believed surpassed that even of the Diamonds.

For once, Fenris felt of some importance. Dressed in a navy suit, velvet lapels winking under chandelier lights, and that fat ring stuck on his pinky, his most expensive possession. He figured he should look nicely, given this was the first event he'd been invited to, hosted by the Ace of Hearts, a birthday party for some high level Hearts member that Fenris would never, in his lowly station, met otherwise. New faces greeted him, showcasing the beauty and savviness of the upper echelon of the gang's ranks. It shouldn't have surprised Fenris - but these people felt like an entirely different race to Fenris than the Hearts members he had grown up with. With their hair brushed, faces polished and painted. There was still an air of promiscuity, impurity, that would have never permitted them to blend into the crowds of the Inner Citadel, but this was the closest Fenris had come to nobility.

His fingers were clasped around the stem of a cocktail glass as he tried to navigate the party guests that approached him. He was never good at party talk - always preferred the direct and primal, where his size and demeanor did all the speaking for him. But these Hearts were used to dealing with grunts like him - knew how to play them, manipulate muscled arms to their advantage. That's what the Hearts were known for - naked seduction, poisoned promises.

His one anchor was Puck. Puck, who despite his popularity as the Ace, stole glances at him. Puck, who piloted the room so efficiently it felt he had all the party goers tied to his fingers by strings, playing them as the marionette. He was so competent, so domineering in his charisma - and yet, in private, Fenris had seen him naked and vulnerable and begging.

This was the one time where Fenris wished he could tame his excitement.

The night, and its people, became less polished as it went on, that veneer of the upper class slipping to reveal the Heart's true depravity. Fenris started to hear some familiar sounds - lurid and carnal and reminding him of the upper level of the Doghouse.

It was oddly familiar, and Fenris felt himself relax. Until he glanced over to Puck, and nearly broke the glass he was holding onto. A man was writhing on top of him. Puck had a slew of lovers and admirers, and given the nature of their work, jealousy was inappropriate. But Fenris could not stop that sick feeling, that urge to pull the man back and feel the back of his throat against his knuckles.

You're just being jealous. Don't fuck this up.

Fenris knocked back the rest of his alcohol. He expected to see Puck there, glazed eyes against the man's sweating hands - but he was gone.

Puck is a man. A damn bad ass of a man. Ace of Hearts. He can take care of himself.

These thoughts raced through his head as his feet brought him across the room. The few party-goers that weren't under the influence of some narcotic glared as Fenris shoved them aside. But he had to get there. Had to stop those thoughts roiling in his head, had to know that Puck was safe.

The rest was a blur. He was not sure when he crossed the distance in the hall, to where Puck and the stranger were engaged. Was not sure when he gripped the back of the man's shirt, yanked his collar back so hard the collar of it dug into his throat and he emitted a grotesque choking sound. Fenris was large, but so was the stranger. A flash of pain burst from his flank, as the man half-turned and drove his fist into Fenris' stomach.

Something lit up in Fenris, a sleeping instinct prodded awake. He did not claw his way up the gang with honeyed words and skilled fingers. No - Fenris got there through intimidation, violence, the survival instinct of a man with little to lose. He took the punch with little less than a stagger and socked the stranger on the side of his head as he was off balance. It knocked the stranger to the ground, where Fenris drove the steel tip of his boot into his ribs.

He should've stopped there. The stranger was dazed and groaning and didn't look like he would get up anytime soon. But Fenris didn't. The hunger demanded more. He kicked and stomped until he saw the stranger cough up blood. Until he felt ribs crack, bones dislocate. Until the stranger's face bruised and swelled, and he look less human than Infected.
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Posted 02-10-2024, 12:28 PM This post was last modified: 02-10-2024, 12:28 PM by Fenris Siskakos
Played by Nyx    27 Posts Puck Frisk
The sounds of the party came and went as his seeming ability to comprehend what was happening around him came and went. He could still see the sparkling lights and the way those self same lights twinkled off so many things. The sparkle of jewelry or the shine of a glass full of deep dark red wine. All of it was a blur of color and sound. Moments that seemed to freeze in his vision before his eyes tracked to something else entirely. He vaguely knew that he would not have a full recollection of whatever happened tonight come morning. He was going to have gaps and spaces where he couldn’t recall because of the drugs in his system. At least most likely from the amount that seemed to be coursing through his system. It was enough to make him dizzy and utterly useless at doing anything. Or so it seemed, after all he couldn’t even shove this asshole off him. An asshole who better fucking hope he didn’t remember his name and face later because he’d be gutting the man and tossing him to the infected for this bullshit.

He felt like vomiting with the press of that body so close and the smell! It was enough to make him groan, which of course the idiot took as encouragement. It was no. It was his effort not to vomit all over the man and god he was quite happy when the weight was suddenly gone. The scent lingered a bit but at least he felt like he could breathe again! Though his body still thrummed with uncomfortable heat and he was having a really hard time focusing on anything.

He knew his dress pants were half open and his shirt was fully open, exposing down his torso. Mostly he knew because he could feel the air on his skin and it felt nearly ice cold on his heated skin. He was sure he looked flushed and his breathing was labored but he just wanted to enjoy the fresh air, or relatively fresh air of the party.

Slowly he came to realize that there was the sound of a rather vicious beating going on and his focus seemed to snap into clarity for a moment. He realized the person who’s back was facing him right now was Fenris and that the dude who’d been pawing at him was on the floor. And there was most certainly blood. That seemed utterly hilarious to him at that moment and he found himself giggling as he pushed away from the wall. He stumbled forward and into Fenris’s back, wrapping his arms around him as he looked around the slightly taller man’s shoulder.

He was still giggling as he pressed closer to Fenris, enjoying the feel of that strong body against his own. The lingering scent of leather and whiskey was pleasant in his nose compared to the body odor of the other man. If anything it ramped up the desire that was raging through him from whatever drug had been slipped in his drink. He shivered and pressed forward into Fenris, nuzzling against his shoulder with a sigh.

”Serves you right fucker.” The words were slurred but still coherent. His hands moved around to cling to the front of Fenris’s shirt as he leaned more heavily into the other man. He mumbled something else but already his coherence was slipping again, the fuzziness of the drugs overtaking his ability to think once more. He groaned and sagged against Fenris’s back, hooking one arm over the larger man’s shoulder to try to keep himself upright and on his feet. Fuck he felt so feverish and dizzy! He just wanted to slump to the floor and stay there. Or maybe he wanted to climb Fenris and press himself close to that hard muscular body. That also sounded rather nice.


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Posted 02-10-2024, 01:22 PM This post was last modified: 02-10-2024, 01:23 PM by Puck Frisk
Played by Andromeda    14 Posts Fenris Siskakos
Fenris stopped when he felt a hard, warm body press into him. There was blood everywhere - on his boots, his pants, the floor. The stranger stopped moving, with the only indication that he was alive to be soft grunting noises. Fenris had not realized before how hard he was breathing, how his toes might've been broken from the force in which he kicked.

The violence with which he mauled the man did not seem to deter Puck. When Fenris turned, gathered the Ace in his huge arms, the man's eyes, glazed and unfocused, suggested to him the Ace's state of sobriety. Puck was also uncharacteristically loose against Fenris, and if relaxed his arms only a little, he was sure Puck would fall to the floor.

Clean up of the brutal scene was now a distant thought. His priority was getting Puck somewhere safe. Fenris thought to carry Puck bridal style, but Puck was not a small man, and Fenris wanted to get the Ace out quickly. Forgoing the romanticism, he crouched down and hauled Puck over his shoulder.

"Alright, boss man, I know you think this is all funny but make it easy for daddy and don't squirm," he whispered, as he carried Puck out of the hallway and into a small, unoccupied room.

He tried to set Puck as gently as he could on the bed. It was a waterbed, huge and in the shape of a heart and quite obviously not for sleeping. The Ace rolled off and onto his back, his large size making the deposit clumsy, but Puck didn't seem to mind. Fenris sat beside him, the mattress sinking under their collective weight.

There, he took in Puck. Saw the extent of his intoxication, the flush in his cheeks, his blown out pupils. He saw Puck's exposed skin, his shirt peeled from his chest and his pants split to reveal his taut pelvic lines. Fenris knew this was not the best time, yet he couldn't help but stare and appreciate the beauty of his Ace.

Lips parted, glimmering. The crack of a cat o'nine nails, the soft moans delirious with pleasure.

He pressed his fingers against Puck's forehead. He was warm, feverish, but not to a level where it concerned Fenris. And then he imagined the man he had just beat down, bulbous fingers trailing Puck's naked, perfect skin. His hand drifted down, traced the strong line of Puck's jaw, the cupid's bow mouth and muscled neckline.

You're mine. You're only mine.

Fenris knew Puck was not his. Puck was his own man, a goddamn Ace - but surge of anger, of the need to protect that overwhelmed Fenris - it was like his mind already staked its claim.

A dangerous thought.

"How are you feeling?" Fenris asked, uncharacteristic concern laced in his voice.
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Posted 02-10-2024, 03:13 PM This post was last modified: 02-10-2024, 03:14 PM by Fenris Siskakos
Played by Nyx    27 Posts Puck Frisk
Damn but Fenris was fucking hot. The man was everything that Puck could want and so much fucking more. Frankly he was having a hard time thinking about anything in particular except how good it felt to have Fenris pressed against his body. Even more so when Fenris turned and he felt those arms wrap around him. More than that the fact that Fenris’s attention was entirely on him right at that moment made him groan in pleasure. Fuck why was it so hard to remind himself that he wasn’t supposed to be this needy? That he was supposed to be the Ace and act like it right now? He just wanted to drop to his knees in front of Fenris and beg. He was sure Fenris would like that, he always did.

The moment was so fuzzy around the edges but it was like he was looking at his own personal hero right now. Fenris was here and had just saved him. Fenris was like a damned knight in shining armor at that moment. Well, if that armor was blood splattered but that hardly mattered to him. He didn’t give two shits that that asshole’s blood was on Fenris beyond not wanting it to taint his hero.

He nearly stumbled when Fenris crouched and made a confused noise only to be hoisted over a shoulder. He made a rather undignified sound but he wasn’t really thinking. All he knew right then was that Fenris’s very fine ass was before his eyes and his hands. Which prompted him to of course grope the man as he chuckled. ”Oooo are you daddy now?” He cooed, chuckling as he did so.

Where they were going didn’t matter to him beyond that it wasn’t in this hallway. He wanted Fenris all to himself right now. At least he knew he could trust Fenris, even in his drugged state he knew that much. So he was more than happy to let himself be carried out of there and into another room. Though that room made him blink and laugh again as the bed moved under him. He snorted and blinked up at the ceiling as he lay there, trying to figure out how he’d gone from staring at Fenris’s very fine ass to the very much mirrored ceiling. Well that was okay he could still see Fenris in that reflection. God it had taken so much money to get that shit installed. The errant thought flitted across his mind and then it was gone again.

When Fenris sat next to him he shifted closer, pressing close with a groan. He let his eyes close as he breathed, trying to clear his head again. If he had known the thoughts and memories flitting through Fenris’s head he might have smirked and asked for a recreation of it. As it was he was still a little too fuzzy to notice the way that Fenris was looking at him. At least until he felt those fingers press against his skin.

He sighed and let his eyes flutter open, leaning into that touch. He shivered and groaned as those fingers moved further along his skin. They seemed to soothe some of the heated ache caused by whatever had been slipped into his drink. He blinked slowly and closed his eyes again, taking a breath.

The concern in that voice made him open his eyes to stare at Fenris. Did Fenris think of him as much as he thought of Fenris? Was he just as obsessed? God he really couldn’t afford to think that way but his heart skipped a beat with desire for that very outcome. He wanted Fenris to want him like that. ”Drugged.” He admitted, his voice still unsteady as he groaned and ran a hand over his face. ”Think… asshole spiked my drink…. So hot Fenris, everything feels so hot.” He knew he wasn’t just drunk, this wasn’t just from alcoholic consumption. Not with the way his body thrummed with desperate need and reacted to every damned touch like it was a strike of lightning.

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Posted 02-10-2024, 03:32 PM
Played by Andromeda    14 Posts Fenris Siskakos
As Fenris hauled Puck to the room, he felt the Ace's hand grope his ass. Fenris only chuckled and shook his head, trying to shut down the lecherous thoughts swimming through his head, as he deposited the man onto the bed. Fenris liked to dominate, to take what was his - and perhaps with a lesser man, he would have, even if would have been considered taking advantage of said man. But this was Puck. Even as flashes of the asshole in the hallway and his hands all over Puck intruded his mind, lit his nerves on fire, it was still Puck. Still his Ace, his friend, his-

A groan slipped from Puck's lips, and god, it was taking every fiber of self control not to swallow that sound and kiss Puck until more came out. Fenris had to look away as Puck's eyes fluttered open, his hazel gaze unfocused and bleary.

Drugged. He was going to find that cum-stain and kill him. Right now, though, he couldn't leave his Ace alone. He looked around. Rooms like this in high-end brothels typically had water or beer somewhere to attend to the high demands of the body when it came to sex. He found some quickly - a decanter half-full of lukewarm water. He brought it over to the bed and paused for a moment, before deciding to press the rim to Puck's lips. Right now he didn't trust Puck's ability to grab the decanter and drink from it himself.

"Drink, boss," Fenris said, a command that lacked its usual hard edge. Water slipped down the corners of Puck's mouth, and Fenris hated how attractive he found it. He hated that man from the hall, the drugged haze that pinkened Puck's cheeks, the way it all made him feel - to the point where he wasn't sure if the electricity singing his skin was fury or lust or some fucked combination of the two.

He then set the decanter down and pressed his knuckles against Puck's forehead. Still hot. Fenris exhaled, before grabbing the hem of Puck's shirt and tugging it up - trying to ignore Puck's exposed stomach, the slow reveal of tattoos that grew more prevalent and intricate as Fenris peeled the fabric up. Fenris was far from some inexperienced, teenage boy but damn, Fenris was so used to taking when he wanted that he hadn't realized how much self-control he needed to exert right now. Especially when it was Puck.

"Lift your arms." He hadn't meant the order to sound so hard and graveled, but he was frustrated by both the situation and his awakened cock that pressed against his jeans. Rolling up the fabric, his fingertips skimmed Puck's skin, taut but soft with compliant muscle. He wasn't sure if Puck heard him the first time, drugged out and unfocused, so he leaned forward, mouth grazing the shell of Puck's ear as he growled "Lift. Your. Arms."
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Posted 05-05-2024, 02:43 PM This post was last modified: 05-05-2024, 02:46 PM by Fenris Siskakos