and then I felt her hands
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There was no flaw to the blonde man's features - He was, for lack of better intention, a beautiful thing. A handsome specimen, amendable to even the coldest eye. Sirius appreciated such visual temptation, for although his sexual tastes in gender were arguably toward the female form, it was known that the Thistle King had a weakness for all flavors of beauty. But such was not the reason for his strange affections regarding the Protege; that could only be due to the mannerisms of Itachi himself, not the pale, perfect outer shell that disguised him as a man of mortality.


Power - That was what it was. Power. The ripples of it could be seen in bleeding eyes, so bland and flat to those who did not seek. But Sirius had been seeking power for most of his existence, and he knew the very smell of it, could find it in all resources. Itachi was power, and this made him very valuable, indeed. It was for this reason that the dangerous monarch held him in such esteem.


Words flowed from the youth, smooth and unhesitant, as clear as water and just as platonic. There was no expression, no undue warning of the fouls news to come, but paranoia and a sixth sense for dismay warned the Boss of his oncoming foulness. When the finality of the report came, Sirius was himself prepared, a mask of unbreakable concentration.


Venomous eyes lingered on the tail as it dropped, narrowed pupils seeking each hair, each twist of color, each deadened and useless inch of it. There was a slight twitch to his face, as a lively muscle spasmed in a tick beneath one acidic eye. That was all the warning that was given - In the next moment, the monarch's hand, surprisingly elegant for what could be deemed no less than a Hunter, whipped back in a smooth motion before sweeping forward in an aim to connect with the handsome planes of the other male's face.


"When I give you a task to complete," The voice was a cool hiss, deadly and chilling to those of more mortal blood than these two, "Failure is not a viable result." In a motion of disgust, he spat at the tail on the ground between them.



Sirius Revlis
Hail the Conqueror Worm
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