robopriest | PC WITH ANAXAGORAS

[ The sitting room is an area Anaxagoras has found himself having headed straight into. Having placed himself down with a book on hand, he is in an easy position for Hansa to essentially embrace him from behind, to press lips against his neck. The man's own lips part as a soft flush finds its way across his face, a surprised, barely heard breath escaping him. Yet...even as he relaxes into the hold, he'll be speaking: ]

...Is it? Quite the nerve you have, considering what you're doing right now is distracting me. [ ... ] I wonder, though. Are you going to continue your efforts, Hansa?

[ There's that little tone which matched the way he had looked at Hansa. He can't help being a bit sassy right now. ]

Heh. I think that's the point.

[Distraction. Doing something to alleviate the tension, put all these reckless feelings elsewhere. Hansa huffs at the question, answer murmured against bare skin.]

Depends. I've been thinking about it. I don't think you would mind, would you?

[Another kiss, tucked against the jawline.]

[ Hansa has him where he wants him, then. A perfect distraction...for the both of them. Considering what has transpired, it is what they both need. And, decisively, it is what he himself wants as well.

He feels the kiss pressed against his jawline, and turns his head slightly afterwards despite the awkward angle, aiming for a brush of his lips against Hansa's cheek. Before looking forward again, this time allowing his gaze to fall back on the book. ]

No, I wouldn't. I want you to do more than just think about it, and continue to place all your efforts into distracting me.

It just might prove to be difficult to properly manage, however. I have a habit of working hard and my focus tends to be rather sharp.

All my efforts? Hoo boy. Even with your sharp focus, are you sure? I'm quite overbearing, you know.

[He will take it as a welcome challenge - he feels a sudden rise of mischieviousness, moving his head back-

only to find the tip of his ear to give it a light little nip.]

Are you?

Do you really believe you can overwhelm—

[ Anaxagoras is letting out a sudden sound of surprise - that suspiciously sounds like a yelp? - at the little nip...Hansa gets to see the way the redness rises there to even his ears, this time around.

He also drops his book. Looks like he didn't expect Hansa to go for one of his ears, hah. ]

Haha, oh my gosh...!

[And he's absolutely giving him a tight little squeeze delighted.]

What a cute little sound you made! Should I make you do more?

You're sounding a bit too delighted about this...

[ Anaxagoras says with a huff, but it's so half-hearted. The surprise does not mean he didn't like it, after all. It was a pleasant surprise, though he is still embarrassed.

But, he enjoys the little squeeze too, which has him melting into the other man's arms again. ]

...do you honestly think the same trick will get the same sound out of me?

Perhaps.

[He feels like when he was a wolf again - perhaps he can almost feel those ears above his head flicking back and forth in enjoyment. Sure, he's a soul that enjoys fun, but this feels novel. He has a target he wants to make smile all the time. Any day, everyday.]

[He leans in, teeth giving a nibble to the edge of the man's jaw.]

I really could just eat you up.

...What, am I like a delicacy to you?

[ Anaxagoras feels slightly embarrassed for asking this, playful words falling out regardless as he feels the nibble around his jaw, that keep the sensation of excitement running through him, and he's just itching to get a taste of the other man in turn. Unaware his lips have curled into a little smile; no one could have imagined a priest would say such a thing...he enjoys it immensely.

Though...if he just turns his head just a bit, shifts himself slightly, how about he ghosts his lips just barely against the other man's? Yes, he has moved to change his posture, so his back isn't entirely to Hansa, though he is still within the embrace. ]

What part of me would you want to eat first?

Haha, maybe I should-

[And now the man's lips are against his, and he pauses - as if he can't think for a moment. Realization comes thudding in with a heady dose of color to the lips. Saying such things implies-]

[He falters a little, glancing away, but he won't pull away - he feels he can't, and he doesn't want to drive the man away, either. Instead, Hansa sighs a little, giving Anaxa yet another squeeze.]

Sorry. [His voice is quiet.] Maybe that's going a little far for you, I...

[This is all untreaded waters. He still is a priest. This feels right and wrong in all the most confusing ways.]

[ Anaxagoras, with little experience in mind, merely assumed that they were simply messing around, in their own affectionate way. How far they would go did not occur to him, but he presumed if it proceeded any further...there would be indication.

When the kiss ends when it does, he watches Hansa's reaction, and his expression sobers. Although he feels himself relaxing into the squeeze, like this he will slip his arms around the other man in turn, looking up at him. ]

There is no need for apology.

...The truth of the matter is that I fear very little, Hansa. But, rather than myself that is the worry, I feel that there is something that weighs on your mind more.

Whatever concerns you have, tell me. Are you worried that what you say will offend me? Or, is there something else about it that may clash with who you are?

[ Despite his own...limited time, in this Anaxagoras feels no need to rush anything. He never even thought he'd be kissing anyone, after all, much less letting anyone hold him tenderly. But, he is also not blind and will bring the truth out instead of looking away. ]

No, it's not about you.

[It's about him. It's about thoughts that have been cropping up with more frequency. Maybe he's been the fool that's been toeing the line already, what with his remarks. He's always been light - that heart of a child, as Anaxagoras would say - but this feels heavier in a way he has no experience with.]

There's a part of the Bible - our religious text - that talks about the first humans of the Earth, made by God. A man named Adam and a woman named Eve, who lived in a beautiful garden called Eden. They were pure souls, with no understanding of sin. The devil, in the guise of a snake, came into the garden and perched on a tree, bearing fruits of knowledge. God had told Adam and Eve that they were forbidden to eat the fruits.

[He presses his forehead against Anaxa's, smiling a little, but expression still a little fretful.]

But the snake called out to Eve, telling her to eat the fruit. She at first resisted, but succumbed to curiosity. She took a bite, and gave it to Adam, and he, too took a bite. And therefore, they came into the knowledge of sin. God, in His anger at them disregarding His word, cast them out of the Garden of Eden to wander the Earth.

[His hands flex a little at the other's back - even still, he can't let go. What a conundrum this is. He said they would explore, but here, this piece of apple is already so swallowed he won't be able to cough it back up.]

...My mentors might call you a snake, you know. You, who are tempting me away from my faith. Based on the rules, they aren't wrong. I should be angry at you for pulling me into blasphemy.

[He should, but...]

........I love you too much for that. So you can see where I am. In the end, the crisis is my own.

[ Truthfully, Anaxagoras would have allowed his heart to be shattered, and not bother to pick up the pieces (it doesn't matter, he's been taken apart into pieces before.) Because what they agreed to was something finite, and he could not guarantee his life. So who was he to have asked for forever?

Thus, he closes one eye, allowing some rare cowardice (he was the snake, he was the Blasphemer, the temptation. Just impure, anathema to the holy. An empty shell that wanted more, destined to receive nothing lasting.) Except, Hansa speaks with his own feelings, his own trepidation and intense emotion that resonates through Anaxagoras, with that (handsome) smile, with their heads so close. Then, of the feeling that had bloomed within him, which causes a feeling to well up in his remaining, singular eye. ]

Hahaha...you have defied all my expectations.

I didn't expect you to fall in love with me. Someone like myself.

[ His breath hitches, all the remaining barriers inside he was not even cognizant of falling. His inner feelings...ones he acknowledged, but still had no idea what to do with them.

He shouldn't be making this about himself. Hansa just told him all this, and...oh, no, his shoulders are trembling. No, it's not just about one or the other. It's about both of them. Realizing this, he... ]

I digress. [ ... ] You are the person who has forced myself to reevaluate my point of view. Did you know that? I found myself entrapped, thinking I had no other choice, and would live out my time here as simply a shell of a person, if even that. My decisions had lead me where I was, and yet, even if I can't see it, I decided to move forward instead of feeling resigned about my future, as if it is something I still have.

...So, now I encourage you selfishly to do the same. Why must it all be either 'this or that'? Either discard your faith, embrace it in a new way, or follow it.

Those are your choices. Your crisis may feel like your own, but how can I leave you to it? [ He stumbles a bit, his voice already unsteady from emotion. It's embarrassing, but he doesn't care. He shifts his head slightly to place a peck against those lips. Brief, just in case, if...if... ] I...I love you just the same as you do myself, Hansa.

And, to be frank, even if I said what I did about your choices, I'm the last person who wants for your faith to be what denies us an opportunity to realize these feelings between us.

[ ...he can be a bit selfish, finally. ]

[Someone like himself. As if Anaxagoras is someone small, and not this man larger than life. They had been brought together over a well, and perhaps he already started loving him when he recklessly threw himself into the waters.]

[And then...he continues. How he changed because of him. That he gave him a chance, a dangerous brilliant hope. As if his future is something he still has.]

[If Anaxagoras can hold onto something as beautiful and terrifying as stepping forward into a future undefined, why can't Hansa?]

[Because of faith? A contract? A covenant? This feels realer. The man's lips burn against his. He almost can't even hear anything, because his heart has heard it first. That the man loves him, too.]

[It feels like a flower blossoming that he's never seen before, but that flower must be heaven sent. If there was any evidence of God, perhaps this is it. That this man is in his arms, and he loves him.]

[His mouth opens into a smile...and then a grin.]

You've always had a way with words. You sway me like no one else ever could.

[He's stealing a kiss of his own, honey sweet.]

...We could lose this at any moment. [Any day. The dice rolls, and people die. His breath shudders at the thought of it. Those things make him feel so fiercely about the man in his arms, his eye blinking away a tear.] So...I will jump headfirst. I want to realize these feelings between us, with whatever we have. I couldn't bear to live with myself if I didn't.

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[ Anaxagoras never thought he even ever needed it. That his heart would accept such things - the pure idea of "hope". Of even allowing himself to look at it as something he can grasp at within his own hands, despite still unknowing of what a future may look like. Perhaps that is why the feeling is so bright; he has had a myriad realizations...at times, none of which he can properly name.

He watches the way that grin arrives. It's warm, like everything else Hansa is. It is borne from a happiness with no name, and it is brilliant.

Those lips grace his own once more, and he wants to sink into that sweetness, even with the stark reminder. ]

It's the nature of our situation. [ Now, he shifts so instead of having his hands around Hansa, it is over the man's shoulders, somehow closer. ] One would imagine that under normal circumstances it'd be...a deterrent. But now, we can consider it motivation.

So, if you're jumping headfirst, don't be surprised I'll be following right after.

[ With that, he brings his face closer, a soft, teasing kiss against what may be exposed of the man's neck like a promise before he reaches those lips properly with another. It's passionate, heated, with every fiber of his being, and he wants the other man to continue to drag him under - like he has done unto him.

They've long since tested the waters. Wherever they swim, it will be with feeling, and depth. ]

[It is bright. Perhaps, if this place takes its hold, or they don't succeed, this will crash as brilliantly as it began. Hansa already experienced heartbreak with the loss of everything he loved. If he loses Anaxagoras...]

[No, he won't think about that. He doesn't think its denial. He's just not the type of person to let something like this prevent him from moving forward. He is the Chariot, if those dreamscapes have anything to say about it. Tragedy won't rein him. He will take the next steps because in the moment, this is what matters.]

[Anaxagoras is happy. He has hope. And he would never rip it away from him.]

...I like motivation.

[He says, almost cheekily, as the first kiss tickles against his neck. And then comes the next one - a kiss that could set him on fire. Perhaps it already is.]

[His hands are tucking the man against him, body against body, as he returns it with passion of his own. So many new things. His heart is fluttering like a maddened butterfly. Wrong. Wrong. But so right.]

[Maybe he really does want to eat him up.]

[ Those words ring like a bell, almost above all, making him almost let out a laugh in gentle, knowing amusement. Because oh, he has motivation in spades - but that applies to both of them, doesn't it?

Yes, starkly Anaxagoras remembers foremost their emotions, which radiated in their speech to one another seconds ago, which sparked brightly in their eye, inviting such intense emotion that it brought happy tears.

Anaxagoras feels as if the tethers that tried to hold him back snap easily, despite how tightly bound those ropes may have once held him.

And for the man in front of him, he can never doubt his drive. His love, which feels almost endless in this moment - like this he will even part his lips slightly in invitation, closing the one eye. With them pressed so close, Anaxagoras feels further inclined to melt into that embrace.

One hand over the shoulder shifts ever so slightly, so that fingers are now tangling in those lovely strands of black. ]

[He is really diving head first. It all feels so quick, yet so slow at the same time, some immense paradox where time stands still and he can feel each second hurrying towards the next.]

[A blasphemous thought. He's been having so many, lately. Really, is this feeling so good because Anaxagoras is divine, himself? A blasphemer, anointed, and perhaps, when he opens his pretty little mouth like so, he can get more of a taste.]

[Hansa is inexperienced, but he finds himself guided all the same, with his tongue pressing forward - the hands in his hair are enough to drive him up the wall, it feels, and if he had that wolf tail he had a week or so back, it would be as fast as a helicopter blade.]

[One hand is sliding down. He's not so out of his mind to go lower, but-]

[ A development that feels all at once simultaneous, yet having taken awhile to reach the point in the first place. Ah, perhaps in Hansa's hands he can truly find the benefits of being touched by a holy man - something he has thought consistently before this point...perhaps. It's embarrassing.

But, it no longer feels like having crossed a line. It feels...natural as breathing. So, no matter it being their first time, with him letting loose a soft sound when Hansa accepts that invitation, it's so pleasant. So warm, a little haze comes over his gaze - he feels like he is being a bit consumed by Hansa, and he finds he enjoys it.

He only has to eventually pull back slightly, to catch his breath, face flushed further than before. And then...he realizes where that hand seems to be moving (has moved), feeling himself a shiver. It makes him wonder, so he... ]

...Feel free to explore as much or as little as you'd like.

[ Is it wrong to give Hansa free reign? What he decides to do with it is his own choice...as Anaxagoras moves forward, again, but to those warm lips against Hansa's neck, a bit more boldly this time. ]

[He has to catch his breath a little. It's like he's been underwater for all this time. Hansa feels like he's exerted himself less in all-out battles against those hated vampires, somehow. The look in Anaxagoras's face is...]

[It's certainly not helping. Maybe it is, actually. There's a nervous energy here, mixed with delight, and he can't even get a pause to think through things before the man's lips are finding their target over his neck.]

[...Perhaps he's thankful for his neck being mostly flesh. It wouldn't really be as effective, would it?]

[Hansa's face feels like its burning from the inside, even as he's sliding a hand experimentally down, grasping over the man's hip.]

You're really...taking a leaf out of the book of all those guys at trial, huh.

[Their bruises....]

[He still remembers Anaxagora's look when he saw those. Sorry, don't mean to blaspheme, he'll say his prayers later and ask for forgiveness, but Jesus Christ.]

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[ Anaxagoras hopes that whatever look is on his face is driving Hansa further crazy, like the way his own heartbeat is racing in his own chest. At this point, it is undeniably going at a breakneck pace. As if he himself has run a marathon, with no breaks whatsoever - which is exactly what elation and his own nervous sentiments feels like right now.

It is likely to little surprise that he makes sure to pay just enough attention, to give an experimental suck against that spot and a nibble...something enough to leave behind a bruise indeed, especially when he feels the hand settling on his hip.

He does pull back afterwards to take a look. He's never done this before, but he wanted to. A bruise on Hansa's neck suits him, and his face, his expression... ]

...Yes, I suppose I am. Maybe it is because when I am with you, I feel ever the more bold than before.

Perhaps it is your influence?

[ Then again, Anaxagoras has always been the type to be less likely to hold back; it is not because he lacks shame. Rather, even better, what is between them has blossomed even further for him to keep moving without regrets.

...However, it is also true that Anaxagoras' expression at that time was the furthest thing from innocent. ]

Ha...

[The noise that hiccups out of his throat as Anaxagoras, horrible conniving unbelievable Anaxagoras, sucks a little bruise into his neck feels like something alien. A chuckle that nervously bubbles and pops, even as his face is tomato red. It hurt a little. But it felt good so good. He doesn't understand it.]

My influence.

[He says - he knows Anaxagoras means it. They're intertwined to the point of missing the knot. They've already agreed they drive each other crazy, and Anaxagoras? He just can't help himself.]

[He shakes his head, even as his thumb brushes in circles over the side of the man's pelvis.]

Guess this confirms I'm a bad one. Then again, you always do look like you want to get me to yourself for those stripping checks.

[His voice wavers a little - that's a bold statement to make on his own. Was he even thinking? His faith...what was he talking about before? His head feels like its full of buzzing cotton.]

Dear Professor, ready for everything...and then some, hm?

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[ Hearing the sound of nervousness eke out from Hansa's throat is always a rare treasure; for all of the other man clearly being ravenous in his own way, Anaxagoras himself is very much the same. Wanting to have a taste like a man who is hungering for water in a desert for days on end.

The beautiful scarlet makes it all the more worth his eagerness as well, as his lips curl up into a little smile that too is less innocent than not.

Perhaps this too is a lovely reminder of how much talent each have in "encouraging" one another. Even in this...even with that teasing touch on his side which he feels that is wordless encouragement. For a moment, surprise flickers across his singular eye at Hansa's initial statement...and yet... ]

...Then, perhaps I'm bad as well. After all, I have wanted to 'check' you when those stripping examinations come forth. I know I can't, because I would simply end up distracted.

[ So he really could have never checked the other man mid-trial. Bold as Hansa's statement is, Anaxagoras can only answer in truth, and so he presses another kiss against the spot he marked, before leaning back again. Feeling even more...encouraged, he places one hand to gently rest against a cheek. ]

A Professor must always be prepared. Especially for his private lessons; and even more difficult ones. You'll be making sure to give it your all, won't you? To achieve full marks.

Distracted, huh.

[Oh snake, thy name is Anaxagoras. Just as green, just as vivid. But the devil couldn't make a man more beautiful.]

[Hansa is caught up in the moment. He always dances on the edge, walks into casinos without changing out of his priest clothes, utters things that would make the most devout burn their ears off. His father has scolded him incessantly for being so frivolous. What would he say, here, with his hand scandalously on a man's hip and a peck of a bruise staining his neck?]

[That bruise might be a scarlet letter at this point.]

[There's one thing fore sure, at least in the haze of all of this. He might go home and finish his duties as Overseer. And after that...]

[Could he continue to be a priest? Should he?]

[Even if he leaves Anaxagoras behind? Loses him?]

[A thing for a future Hansa Cervantes to think about. The hand on his cheek is sweet, like cherry syrup, and he moves his head to press his lips lovingly against the palm.]

Haha. You're saying stuff that's making me feel like a bad student in detention. Gosh. Private lessons. [He's still as red as a cherry. These kinds of statements....he's smiling against his hand, though, eye creased like a fox as he glances at this unbelievable man.] What exactly do I have to do to become your teacher's pet, then?

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