"Defiance"
24th November 2005

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
Did you know you're the most perfect pet? *ignores the jab before forcefully easing you down on the obligatory couch* Would you purr for me?

Nicolas de Lenfant::
How do you figure..? *Glares and frowns scooting against an arm.* I might have once upon a time. =3

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*carries on, an arm wrapping around your torso as he coos in your ear* Your coolness. The way you stand against me. We both know you have no chance, making your defiance all the more radiant. And oh how you tease... let me hear it.. *little warm kisses lay themselves over your neck*

Nicolas de Lenfant::
He frowns, furrowing his brow but refusing to struggle this time. The soft whispers in turn causing a soft shiver. "If you think I still want this your mad, I won't bend to your will. Regardless of all your little tricks. I won't stop defying you, until your stop giving me things to defy. I don't belong to you.. " Strains a little to avoid some of the kisses.

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*grins, his grip only becoming tighter as nails drag along the others neck before tapping on the edge of his jaw line.* So if i were to leave you be, you would one day approach me and tell me i could peel your flesh away?
kuja_terrafina_esstariol: *.* Forgiveness, got really distracted

Nicolas de Lenfant::
He expression one of unwavering anger turns to the other other more, "What's wrong with you? what made you become so twisted?... Of course I wouldn't. How do you enjoy this, Ku?" His fingertips pressed against the other's chest, Not creating the desired distance between them both.

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*His grin turns softer, a gentle smile feeling the others finger tips upon him. It made him want to embrace the other entirely, holding him until he suffocates meekly in his arms. Just the mention of the word enjoyment.. was enough to set him in a higher mood. He moves himself back a little, so that he may dote upon the others delicate tinge of hatred. "If you stood where i do now, i'm sure you would feel the same. How your beautiful scorn graces me... i'm torn between letting your wings grow or removing them.. i want you to feel there's hope, at the same time i want to shatter you.. how i've missed you.. it was a mistake to ever let you leave my site."

Nicolas de Lenfant::
"I don't understand, For one night it was you again! And now you're this. What makes you change? " He was becoming frustrated now, and pounded his fists against the other's chest. As if he anger alone could disway the stronger person. "How can I have you back the way I did that one night? Where do you hide, behind those eyes?"

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*The others frustration hurt, but his amusement was greater than anything physical. His hand comes up to grab the other by the throat, not tight enough to make the other pass out but hold him steadily as the back of his free hand comes down upon his face, resulting in eyes still interlocked. He speaks tenderly, a considerate tone as well. "I don't know what you mean, dear Nicolas. I have never felt more alive before.. i can feel.. you.. every breath of yours, every pulsing aura... what i don't understand is a creature with so much power.. why do you not feast and indulge yourself every night?"

Nicolas de Lenfant::
He flinched and squirmed a little against the other, relenting at the soft words. So unnerving for such a gentle tone, and then came the usual song and dance. Why was this the on-going question of the month from other immortals? Hadn't others done it before? Not fed and forgone the harassment? "I don't need to," Simply, Oh yes he certainly enjoyed it, but need? That was a different story. And these last few weeks, it felt like he could remember, things he'd long forgotten. "I have eternity, I kill the human race over the next few years, then what?"

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*Rings out the laughter* Well it doesn't really matter anymore. Any last requests? *His eyes twinkled with anticipation, but Nicolas was right. He had all the time in the world, why rush things so, better to drag it out and enjoy every last drop one could squeeze out. Nicolas had never seemed so small before, somewhat fragile.. it was impossible to place the other as an equal.. the past seemed so foreign as he ran his fingers over the others lips.. shame filled him for his pathetic youth, but here we are, years later. Having had Nicki once makes the teasing more enjoyable.*

Nicolas de Lenfant::
He narrowed his eyes a little more if that were possible, trying to make sense of those last words. Were they supposed to be a threat? He shoved at the other thought it was useless and trigged to wriggle out of his grasp. "Damn it, Kuja this isn't.. Just let me go.. this is ridiculous.. " Again he turns his head away from the touches. He wanted to smack the smug smile from Kuja's lips, cut him, burn him. His hand tensed at the weak attempt, he was too weak to summon the fire.

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*He only had to observe the other toss about in his grip. It seemed slightly unusual, he hadn't really seen a scene like this before. Perhaps it was just because Nicki was rather weak right now rather than something else.* Go on, Nicolas. Why don't you bite me? I must taste better than anything you could imagine. *But as he said it his fingers were winding a spell, as if a spider spinning a web on the spot as white threads of an unbreakable material pierced through Nicki's lips and started slowly and painfully to bind them together. His other hand let him go, to watch how well he takes pain.*

Nicolas de Lenfant::
For a moment he almost considered the sarcastic offer, it might have given him some leverage in the situation. Suddenly a piecing pain assaulted him, and he let out a loud sob-like sound which was quickly muffled. Doubling over on the couch once released so that he was now kneeling next to the other, he whimpered for a moment and thrashed like a dog that had it's nose caught in the claws of a crab. Blood splattered the expensive piece of furniture and the coppery taste spilled into his mouth. A couple tears spilled in responce to the sharp and jarring pain and he breathed methodically through his nose, trying to calm himself and make sense of this new situation.

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*As the other tried to control himself he circled behind him, a looming presence that listened to every sound, every whimper, every breath, but it was also listening to the others thoughts. The tip of his nails slide along the back of Nicki's skull before grabbing a fist full of top heavy hair, jerking his head back then leaning down to be in his ear once more. It was there that he felt the others tears, a finger sliding through one of them as it makes its way to a threatening position by his eye.* "Are you scared? Scared of me? Or do you only fear not having any senses left by the end of the day." chuckles "Oh dear, we've tainted your beautiful couch..." *The finger leaves the others eye, sweeping over his lips to gather a little pool of blood. Casually he looks around, a complimentary nod as he peers out over looking the scenery through those tall glass windows. It was an interesting effect replacing stained glass for plain.. His bloody hand smears along it before turning back to the other, a pondering pose as his hand comes up to his chin.* "It's a nice place you have here. You must get a lot of sunlight in this room.. but is it that you don't like air having a see through wall? ..... Nevermind." *The window behind him smashes into a chime filled array of shards, a somewhat excited smile as looks up to it all raining around him. *

Nicolas de Lenfant::
His breaths drew long and deep, so that it seemed he'd run a mararthon and decided it best to cool off by trying to keep his ragged breaths through his nose. It was pain like he'd never imagined, he didn't suppose anyone in their right mind would. And he yielded to the other now completely, though his spirit was hardly bent yet. Eye still sparkled their hatred, even as the other's finger lingered threateningly close. No that wasn't his fear, not that, nor death. He feared for others who came here, who lived in these walls. Begging that for now fate would be kind enough to keep them busy. He glances downwards to the crimson mess not seemingly swayed by this. For the time he was more angry that his couldn't spit curses at the other. It was utterly frustrating being a sarcastic mute. His eye followed the other but he didn't move from his position on the crimson stained couch. Watching his once comrade in utter disdain as he destroyed whatever he wished. These things didn't matter to him. He only hoped the other would finish, and leave.

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*Laughing, he waves a hand as he turns back to the sea view.* "It's alright, Nicki, i still hear you. Mind you, only when i want to. Though i'm sure you'll grow weary of your own insults before I... Hn..." He was outside now, peering down at the pool. To fill the body of water with Nicki's blood.. but Nicki didn't have enough blood for that. He had to leave something for whoever else shared company with Nicki. The wind was hitting hard, the sea breeze was more violent than he thought as he held his hair behind his ear.. and although he was getting fine grains of sand embedded in his hair, it was rather nice. Leaning against the balcony's barrier, his eyes still on the sea he, conducts his hand through the air as every single piece of glass within the place shatters. Unfortunately for Nicki, all the balcony windows shattered towards his direction. If they would pierce his flesh, it would only be the flesh of arms and legs.*

Nicolas de Lenfant::
A shard clipped his right wing, just barely slicing into the flesh near the base as he sheltered himself beneath the massive organs. Groaning sharply he exerts the last of his strength and the shattered glass about him falls to the floor as if suddenly painfully aware of gravity's existence. He peers out from beneath the canopy of feathers and lets his shoulders slump now, thankful he had that left in him. But now he was horribly tired, and losing blood- The world began to spin and he staggered to his feet. Glass crunched beneath his shoes as he walked to one of his now glassless windows and peered at the other. Lept from the window and survived the short jump despite his injured wing, but once his feet touched the ground the world spun once more and he staggered to one knee. Grabbing a stray shard of glass as he glared at the other menacingly. He'd resort to whatever primitive means of survival he had to. Right now he had few choices in that. Just go, go and don't come back... The words echoed in his mind like a Gregorian chant.

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*His old smirk climbs across his feline features as he hears the other land behind him. He imagined something gracious, something beautiful, something vengeful. A dark figure that would plant his wrath upon mortals, a gothic wing span that spat blood. This beautiful apparition was his.. completely, entirely, to own for as long as he wished. He could feel the music through his ears, the curtain to come crashing down around their feet as he would take everything behind stage. This was personal. He looks over his shoulder, a sly and sinister grin as he urges Nicki to take that last step. Go on, i dare you, and if you don't i'll come to you.*

Nicolas de Lenfant::
His world was tinged red, crimson the color of blood and he did as the other's taunting grin dared. Wings bent, even the one that trembled, splattered with crimson and he lunged forward at the other, slashing at him relentlessly. Hoping for the tear of flesh, any flesh, any small portion of this thing to catch and rip again and again on the edge of the crude weapon he'd devised. An arm, legs, fingertip any piece of this thing. Death wasn't even a factor to a creature this desperate, he'd tempt fate just to land at the pearly gates and drive the shard of glass through God's throat - to come back and land one pigmy sized cut on the person before him. His swipes at the other were quick and sharp. In a desperate situation he'd likely still save face, to anything maybe- but a God.

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*It came at him faster than he had anticipated, the rage, almost as if the other were possessed, startled him a little. But it was a good thing, wasn't it? At first he was going to let the other have satisfaction, laugh as his wounds healed, but the ruthless edge in the others swing angered him. He suddenly didn't feel like getting hit. The balcony barrier falls as he evades and hovers out over the edge, going up he hisses between his teeth as the shard slices once over his calf. No humour now, he looks back at the figure who was about to slice another cut. The back of his hand comes down, his body giving a sharp turn with it as it slices through the air, resulting in a serge of energy, colossal enough for the other to feel the wind, the electricity, the power slam against his body and send him sliding across the tiles, towards the edge of the balcony.*

Nicolas de Lenfant::
If he could have he would have grinned happily to feel himself actually hit the other; the evidence of his happiness shone through in his eyes. But he was exhausted, a stone's throw away from collapsing and he lept, but his wings falter - away from the balcony. Fingers catching a window ledge and some loose glass. He glanced down briefly; teetering there a moment and in sudden weakness just let himself go, landing heavily on the ground and tumbling onto his hands and knees. Trembling - it hurt to much, and he wasn't healing any faster these days; his mind swam and he struggled to remain conscious. ~!

Sky Talbot::
-Her eyes shot open from an all too deep sleep that she'd practically had to claw her way out of. Something was wrong, and she'd been stuck, so helplessly in her own dreams. She rubbed the grogginess from her eyes and stood up, quite lazily. It was almost as if something was trying to keep her there. She fought it though, and was soon quite alert...but not quite ready to deal with the pain that tugged at her heart. And instantly she knew something was very wrong. She closed her eyes and allowed for her own strong, stubborn spirit to pull her to the one she held most dear, arriving just in time to hear the plummet...as her eyes were still closed. They opened slowly, her expression hopelessly stuck in a state of calm as she refused to become unhinged, at least not so early in the game.-

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*Nicki seemed so small once more, the birds wings were clipped and it was in it's last corner. His feet land softly upon the ground before the other, whatever signs of injury were no more. Kicking away the shard he smiles at the trembling form.* "Are you feeling better now that you know you can't do anything?" *His attention moves away from Nicolas to the site of a young girl. His eyes spark a little as his enthusiasm for the whole show grows to a new level. He could already taste the pleasure, his anticipation for her role brilling as he moves towards her. "What perfect timing. You must be who Nicki's trying to pull me away from... I can't tell you how delighted i am for you to be here."

Nicolas de Lenfant::
His eyes widened only; desperately at the sight of Skye and almost angrily. He'd take a few hurt feeling over watching her suffer next to him. And despite the spinning, the pain and the blood that dripped from him to the concrete at his feet he drew himself erect again. He wanted to scream at the other; rage and again draw the attention back to himself. If only he believed she would take advantage of it and leave.

Sky Talbot::
-The sight of her beloved was...rather shocking, but she managed to channel her shock into anger that such a thing could even happen. She spared a glance to the person near to Nicki who now seemed to be addressing her, but it was a fleeting glance. Her concern now was for the one she loved. She came to stand at his side, helping him stand as she inwardly agonized over how hurt he looked. "I thought I told you to play nice with the other children..." At that she cast a bitter glance at the other person. "And just who are you?" She perked a brow, and did her best to keep her anger in check for the moment.-

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*Looking over the two was sickeningly sweet. It sparked a feeling within him, but what's a feeling without the memory. He winked at Nicki before bowing extravagantly to the girl, a decorative wave of a hand as the other folded over his stomach.* "I am merely a god, come to claim de Lenfent for all his crimes upon the mortal world." *Chuckling lightly, he advances upon the couple.* "But as a god, i was once mortal and can be persuaded to put in a good word for him... what do you say, my dear?" He says as a hand reaches to stroke down the young girls soft cheek.*

Nicolas de Lenfant::
His eyes narrowed, these were lies, outright and he'd be damned if this was how it was all going to play out. He knew that they could both hear those thoughts. Whether Kuja listened or not was his choice. But he straightened once more and took one step before the Skye; extending a wing out infront of her. Over my dead body. The thought rang out clearly and portrayed beautifully in his tortured features. Still he trembled, regretting his small sabbatical from the hunt briefly. But there was a surety despite the extreme disadvantage on his part. He would do anything in his limited power.

Sky Talbot::
-It took all she had not to lash out at him in one way or another. She came to stand in front of Nicki now, protectively, as she stared at the other man in something that was half curiosity and half bitter hatred. She didn't move a bit when he reached out to touch her, however she couldn't completely ignore all the bad vibes she was getting from this whole situation. "That's a point to be argued though...something one would consider a crime could be perfectly reasonable to someone else. And who are gods to say what's right and wrong when they ignore so much mortal suffering? Honestly...some of the things mortals do to their own kind is far worse than anything inflicted upon them by Nicki..." She was trying to buy time. Ranting all she could while she wondered to herself if the whole situation was really as hopeless as it seemed. There were two of them now, after all. Surely the odds had to be better now. She took a hold of Nicki's hand and squeezed gently. Trying, if anything, to reassure him that he didn't have to worry for her.-

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*his brow lifted to Nicki, his defiance had been re-sparked it seems. The others thoughts aroused him, such a dark and moving edge, and as Skye stepped before him he found their plight simply adorable. Smiling, good naturedly. * "Ahh, but you see my dear, most people are fascists, and the ones with the power are right. If you know what's good for you.. Allow me to demonstrate." A delicate hand rises through the air, and as it does so Nicolas's throat begins to tighten on itself. He holds him on the edge of passing out, letting him fall to his knees before a force swells over him and controls his pain filled gaze to not look away from Skye's eyes. Before Skye can protest, he presses her up against the wall, a hand by her face as he leans in. "Make a wrong move and i'll crush his throat." With that he plants soft kisses along her neck before making his demand. "Kiss me."

Nicolas de Lenfant::
He choked and the gasps caught short as he struggled for the needed oxygen through his nasal passage. It felt so foreign, so frustrating to be so utterly helpless and in pain. But this was ridiculous and the frustration combated his semi-dazed state to convey that. He'd rather have Kuja kill him then have her submit to his demands. It made him sick, the whole situation. That he'd pitied and embraced Kuja not long ago... His struggles to move, to haul it. He'd catch them in the corners of his eyes only to lose the struggle and pant heavily, thought would blur and he'd grow light headed. Leave, just fucking leave, Skye. At this point he wasn't concerned about the polities of his voice or manner.

Sky Talbot::
-Her hands clenched into fists, so tight that her own blood began to drip to the floor below, only releasing and falling lax when she felt the wall against her back. She could sense Nicki's pain, so vividly that she almost felt it. A solitary streamed down her face. Leave? Could she even do that now? No. Nicki's life would still be on the line whether she stayed or left. She refused to leave him like this. She felt an ice cold shiver run through her now at the feel of Kuja's lips against her. Again she wanted to lash out at him, hurt him, worse than he was hurting Nicki. His demand of her seemed almost laughable. She shook her head lightly, her eyes never leaving Nicki. "I can't..." I won't. Her voice was firm, defiant.-

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*He laughs at this, glancing over to Nicki.* "I take it she gets it from you?" *Nails scrape delicately yet threateningly along the surface of her cheek.* "So you're telling me you'd rather have your poor sweet Nicolas die than kiss me?" *It seemed like he had two suicidal cases on his hands now. To amplify his point, giving them a last chance, his hand punched through Nicolas's chest, straight through his ribs as if it were a contained pool of water. When his hand is removed, leaving the others flesh unmarked and still alive, a beating heart pumps tenderly in his palm. He holds it up to Skye's face, his finger nails closing around it like a chillian spider.* "Use your imagination, girl."

Nicolas de Lenfant::
His head hung now as he continued to struggle for breath, he couldn't look at her, not like this. He knew what was coming next and ultimately he was ashamed. The last month he'd spent so deep in thought he hadn't taken their welfare into consideration; as a mentor; sire and lover he'd failed her. And that was breaking his spirit more than any physical pain could possibly.

25th of November 2005

Sky Talbot::
-In the instant of Nicki's greatest pain she felt her heart stop, and sink. Her spirit crash and burn as she realized she couldn't simply reason her way through this. She turned her head and forced her glance away from both Nicki and Kuja, her body beginning to tremble. "Stop it..." She bit at her bottom lip a little. "I'll listen to your insanity all you want, just...don't you dare let him die.." Fighting off the urge to cry she let her eyes fix once more on Kuja's, their dark hazel depths betraying nothing of the strength within her. She could feel her heart racing now, as she realized Nicki's time was running out.-

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*Both their spirits were singing to him, such grief they both held over what he considered to be something small. As Nicki averted his eyes, Kuja lifted his chin back up. -That's right, Nicolas...- He sends to him. -you'll always be pathetic. Look at her, don't take your eyes away as your most precious thing submits to me all because of you. Shall i have her cut away her ebony tresses, make her tare her own wings off, or shall i just make her sleep with me?- As Skye presents her weakened state to him he smiles, a somewhat condescending maternal glimmer. The heart vanishes from his hand, locked away with the rest of his collection. "All i want is a simple kiss, then everything will be back to normal. I will vanish, Nicki will heal, and it'll be like nothing every happened.. and don't speak to me about reason when your principle out weighed his life."

Nicolas de Lenfant::
If looks could kill the ferocity of the one directed at Kuja would have in an instant. A darkness descended upon his weak pained state, angry and violent and disorienting. No struggle granted him enough leverage it was maddening and sickening all at once. He was right, wasn't he? That had been why he'd initially gone away from Lestat, when it's came right down to it, trouble chased him and consumed anyone around him like a plague. Just being here had done this, and he thrashed once more against the invisible bonds that held him before finally slumping against them, exhausted and defeated in body and mind.

Sky Talbot::
-As much as she wanted to b.s. her way out of the entire thing...she knew she couldn't keep procrastinating. She had to put her own foolish pride aside for the moment, if only to save the one she loved. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes...then leaned in and pressed an innocent kiss to Kuja's cheek, hoping to everything she held dear that it would be enough to send him on his merry way. She could feel her skin crawl already though. She crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall just a bit more...anything to be further away from him.-

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*Before she lent back, his hand took possession of her chin, guiding her lips and forcing his upon hers. Nicki's bonds and hold vanishes as Kuja's arms wrap around the girl, swallowing her completely as the kiss deepens. If Nicki were to try and get up, he'd stumble with the new chains bound around his wrists and neck to wall. They were in Kuja's palace now, all outer territory was held against them by spell. The place was lavish, they were in a high ceiling room, candle light illuminating the lounges all around, a bar and even a bed at the far end of the room. More guests, he thought, as he continued to indulge himself with Skye. He had all the time in the world with them now. The benefit of picking on immortal friends.*

Nicolas de Lenfant::
He did just that, lunging forward only to be yanked backwards, the force of the lunge against the chains causing his to gag and the world to go black around him for a moment. He refused to let go of consciousness so easily though clawing his way back to his hands and knees and tugging with his hands at the shackles so desperately that his skin began to peel back and he bled anew. Consciousness was becoming a fleeting daze. He wanted to kill and kill and he screamed his anger a muffled and tortured sound. The crude gag would bite into his flesh with every struggle and it seemed he was in a constant pool of blood. He would falter and struggle anew only to fight the darkness that would envelope him again.

Sky Talbot::
-Instinctively her hands would take a firm hold of Kuja's shoulders and forcefully push him away. She turned her head away from the kiss and struggled against him. "You lying bastard. You said you'd leave us alone..." She looked to Nicki, her eyes pleading for help that she knew he couldn't give. She'd then glare angrily back at Kuja...but the angry stare was quickly replaced with something that seemed very near to curiosity. She began to wonder if the gifts granted to her would work on him as they worked on mortals. She lightly flipped her hair and closed her eyes, letting her hand rest ever so gently against Kuja's chest as she began to apply a vast amount of mental force, trying her best to squeeze the life from him...but of course if that didn't work she could always try her hand at setting him on fire. The thought of seeing him burn was enough to make her smile, quite deviously.- <e>

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*He laughed at the sound of Nicki's muffled cry and her words. He had almost forgot he said them.. he let his eyes feast upon the sight of Nicki a little more, he had never seen him pushed this much. It was thrilling.. made him wonder why he hadn't done this sooner. The urge to pluck him up was so random, but now he was so glad. People to play with everyday, let them hope that he never grows weary. Feeling Skye's hand against him he looks back down to her, a little tingle starting to rise. His whole body would start to cool over, sending the iciness back through her hand and the more she channelled, the further the chill would devour her. His icy hand grabs her by the throat. "You dare?" He says in a serious tone, trying to hide his humour before he pushes her down upon the lounge, once more fully in Nicolas's view. His hand and her neck started to frost over as he squashed her air way, thirsting to watch her squirm.*

Nicolas de Lenfant::
He'd tug anew but his struggles only served to hurt him further, and they were weak; sorry attempts now. Everything was so very hazey and far off... pain rose inside of him and swelled there at the sight of his love being handled so. His struggles ceased though his arms remained taught drawn back and dripping rivulets of crimson about. And finally meekly came his plea, -Anything, I'll do anything; Just don't hurt her... Anything you wish... Please.- He couldn't remember begging anyone for anything, not like this.

Sky Talbot::
-The moment she realized her attempt was thwarted she pulled her hand back, feeling a bit defeated but not entirely enraged. She was more concerned about Nicki, and getting him to safety. She hated to be so harshly handled by Kuja but there was a part of her that was starting to feel truly helpless. And as the vice began to close around her neck, suffocating her, she didn't struggle. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. But then she'd never really feared death in the first place, the only regret she'd have would be leaving Nicki to him. She could feel all the energy drain from her, and she focused her glance on Nicki as her vision began to blur and ultimately darken.-

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*How sad she felt, how sad he felt to feel his new toy had given up already. As she turned her gaze to Nicki, he lent down on her, a tongue running up her neck before his grip tightened. "Dream of me." His whisper mists upon her before sending her unconscious. It seemed to be a while before he stopped looking over her. He nestled himself on the lounge, her head in his lap as slender digits would snake through her hair. "She's very beautiful." He comments to Nicki before his hand moves to run along the wing span bone of her feathers. "A creature of your demise, almost like sleeping with a female version of you... do you know how long it has been since i've had a woman?" Skye's shirt was slowly being lifted now, playful eyes upon Nicki's "Not even throwing away all your pride and dignity, throwing away everything you own is enough to bargain with me." A hand warms against the tenderness of Skye's breast as he squeezes a little with a chuckle. The threads from Nicolas's lips slowly peel out of his flesh and so fall lifeless and bloody upon the floor.*

Nicolas de Lenfant::
He tugged and whimpered at the chains, every struggle seemed to awaken pain in every aching bruise and wound. He groaned and slumped to the ground as the threads released, blood oozed from his mouth and pooled beneath him as he recoiled weakly from the pain over-ridding his senses. Eyes peered up menacingly to the one inflicting it all so light heartedly, to his wandering hands and he felt sick. "Let her go, please... " His voice rasped from the screaming and obvious strain his body was enduring. Sometimes his vision would blur, his stomach would churn. He spat blood, it was unbearable. He knew he could just give in at this point, become like the others she'd read about and simply disappear but he couldn't. He couldn't dream of leaving her here... Of not doing anything to right this. He almost sobbed as the other handled her like an object infront of him. But the sound caught in his throat, the tears; however spilt down his cheeks once more tonight. "There has to be something more you want... Something I can give you... "

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*The submission was so sweet. Nicki's tears were so... en-riching, almost like an elixir, he couldn't explain how happy he felt. All of this was because of him, every cry, tear and eversion of eyes was his doing. He had never felt more powerful, the emotions the couple played before him was greater than any other scene he had carried out. Even better than his old satisfaction of taking revenge. He rises up, leaving Skye in peace upon the couch as he makes his way to sit cross legged infront of his new captive, avoiding any messy spots. He then moves to see how obedient he will be as his hand brushes away at the others tears.. they were cold.. but the others face was warm, giving a slight contrary feeling as he momentarily forgot Nicki's workings to so mortal. "There is something i want from you... convince Skye that you hate her and i'll let her leave freely."

Nicolas de Lenfant::
In thankful silence he watched the other leave her, and dark; defeated orbs continued, focused on his tormentor until he was sitting right before him. Every once in awhile his head would bow a little as he continued to fight the threat of unconsciousness that lingered there. Fingertips brushed against his cheeks and he didn't flinch or falter, nor did those dark eyes narrow as they might have. He was desperate to have Kuja satisfied, and to have Skye safe. His gaze drifted to her as Kuja spoke, then back to Kuja once more as he made his demand. Nodding, silently. He would cast away the only one he had, if only she would be alright.

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*He claps his hands together, twice, excitedly with the others answer. "How wonderful! It will be so beautiful.. the little girl thinking to return home with you, feeling that i've let you two go, only for you to say that you're not leaving. That you despise her.. that you don't know why you ever humoured her in the first place.." His eyes shone brilliantly as he told his story charismatic hands, himself moving onto his knees as he shuffles a little closer to Nicki. "And then.. she will say you're lying, that i've put you up to it.. and there you will reply our old situation." Prods at Nicki's chest. "You will tell her how much you love me, and how i offer you so much power.. shall we practice?" He grins, leaning forward now, his hand groping Nicki's dick as his lips press against the others, the touch weaving to mend the tears in his lips and fade the blood away.*

Nicolas de Lenfant::
He watched the other in defeat, the 'act' pained him to listen to. Though he nodded his head in agreement. He would obey, every cruel bit of the plot. It was as if the other thought that his life and all of this were just some amusing play... He couldn't understand that sort of sick amusement, only that this had to be done. And he would do it. He was, apprehensive at first, but finally resigned - there was no where he could go to get away from the other... And fighting had been an obvious failure. There wasn't much defiance left in those dark orbs that watched the other steadily, just resignation. He flinches once lightly to the intimate touch; tensing a moment before remembering his place in this and relaxing finally. The pain lifted from his lips and he could feel the other's there. This time he didn't dare bite, but a breath caught in his throat to the other's touch and his lips lingered against the other's before returning the kiss obediently. A tear would seem to escape him in intervals and trail around the curve of his cheek; the only indication now of his pain.

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*Nicolas was a faster learner than he thought as his kiss is returned. It felt so good, but yet.. at the same time it didn't feel so good knowing that a part of Nicolas had just died. His hand started to slide and rock against the other as he continued to play with Nicki's obedience. The feeling the other gave off reminded him of Balthameul when he had crushed his spirits in a similar way. It was indeed a shame but at the same time a step up the ladder. Besides, there were always new things to entice the others eyes into horror. Slowly moving away from the kiss, he smiles gently to the other. "I've missed you. You'll find things will work out for the best.." The sound if Nicki's pants being undone is accompanied by Kuja summoning a glass of brandy, offering it to Nicki.*

Nicolas de Lenfant::
He lets his eyes fall shut for a long moment, and he moaned softly into the kiss as the pressure increased, and the stirring of arousal. How confusing this all was, the anger and sadness and loss, mingling with the now gentleness and intimate gestures of the other. He was angry and soothed all at once and for a moment it seemed like Kuja again, he opened his eyes meekly to a gentle smile and tender words, but still he said nothing to the other. Only allowing the other to control this scene, but he had the strong urge to throw his arms about him and sob into his shoulders as Kuja had done to him not long ago. He took the glass from the other, and a long drink of the liquid. Alcohol seemed a wonderful idea right now. The familiar sound and caress of cool air had him take another long sip of his drink. And he placed the glass down... Finally a sob wracked his frame and he fell against Kuja, defeated.

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*Looking down at his old companion he remains still from thought. What compels a man to cry so openly? Suddenly the strength of his manipulation dawns on him. This was rather a rough ordeal for him, he thinks as his arms come around to hold gently. As Nicki remembers so does he, that visit where his eyes once ran filled with grief. Grief was one thing, crying because his son attempted suicide was another. The old Kuja was truly gone, all that embraced Nicolas now was a pretty clump of coal that wanted nothing more than to have fun. If he would wipe tears away, it was only for later laughter, if he were to seduce, it would only be to crush a desperate spirit. His fingers ran through the others tresses, concern written all over his face as if he had been broken. "Please don't... i can't bare it... when the girl is gone i promise you a smile will shine on your face once more.. I told you once how much i needed you... i still need you."

Nicolas de Lenfant::
He let himself hide in the embrace for a moment, but seemed to grow still as quickly as the emotions took him. He needed that tenderness, even if he were almost positive that it was not real. That it was all more acting. More for the show. He wanted to delude himself into thinking that for the moment he was safe and warm and okay in this embrace. But he still drastically at the other's beckoning. And sighed raggedly, drawing back once more, and finishing the drink next to him. He couldn't understand how Kuja could possibly need him, but he didn't have the desire to ask, perhaps later... He'd spare knowing for now, and chancing more of the other's wrath. He looked to the shackles that held him, and then Kuja. Would he be left here tonight? He wondered silently and was thankful for the comforting warmth of the brandy spreading inside him.

Kuja Terra Fina Esstariol::
*Answering the other he rises. Nicki's behaviour was priceless. A hand plants itself above his dark tresses as he speaks good naturedly. "Ahh, dear Nicki, still chose to be a mute? Come... you shall spend the night with me. I promise i wont impose too much of my affection on you this time." His hand waves through the air, the chains dropping to the floor before his hands gently eased the other to lie down. They were now in Kuja's bedroom, Nicki already under the bed sheets as Kuja smirks on the inside, opening the door to be half open. He was excited as his imagination was already working towards the thoughts he'll carry as he falls asleep. A particular person, namely Vere to walk past this door. What would his expression be? Sliding under the covers with Nicki, the tenderness still about him as he was ready to snuggle the other in his arms. Time was really the only thing he found he had to patient with, and even that he could alter.*

Nicolas de Lenfant::
He bows his head a little to the other's words, and massaged each wrist appreciatively as the shackles dropped to the floor. Before he could process he was being eased into a lavish bed. He watched the other from beneath the blankets that he'd nestled into, what was he thinking? Was this it? Was he truly happy now? He wondered as the other slipped beneath the sheets next to him and Nicki allowed himself to gravitate towards the other and the 'tenderness' he provided. He only blinked a few times before his eyes fell shut and he fell still; completely exhausted. Ebony wings stretched over his form beneath the blankets instinctively.