[For Barnabas to turn Cid into a pervert, that would require him to not already be one.
As he's left to bask in the afterglow with Cid, enjoying the scratching at his scalp and the warmth of their connected bodies entwined together, it is short lived. As that kiss lands on his forehead, still slicked from sweat, something blossoms within his mind.
A want. A desire. One that is unique and foreign, and is most certainly not born from him.
Cigars. He wants. A cigar. He has never wanted a cigar, but now he desires it with a craving that he's never before felt, and has no resistance against. His eyes snap open, and he scowls up at Cid as he pushes himself away (at least enough so he can look at him, they're not getting far with that knot holding them in place) to stare at him with utter baffled indignation.
And then he punches him, right in the cheek. Admittedly, not as hard as he could have, and maybe not as hard as he should.]
You would dare implant this detestable desire in me—
[Wait. His expression grows more baffled, his brow pinching together.]
[Oh fuck, that's right. He'd totally forgotten about that. He'd planned to have cigars on him, or at the very least not be tied by the crotch to his would-be turned actual assailant. There's nowhere to run, and his guard is too slow besides.]
Ah! Fuck you! [The best he can do is flail the offending fist away from his face.]
Nearly made me cut my cheek on my teeth, bastard.
[He rubs his jaw, prodding at the inside part with his tongue before speaking, forcing Barnabas to wait for his rudeness. He clicks his tongue as he looks back at Barnabas.]
Because, cigars don't taste like themselves unless they're coming from your lungs. I thought it might be nice. Romantic, at least. What do you care? You don't have any will anyway, right?
[Chocolate cake?]
Chocolate cake...? That one's all you. I only asked for the bit about the cigars.
[Okay. It was definitely a glitch, but gaslighting Barnabas right now seemed safer than admitting he left him with a glitch. Good to know, however, and something he'd have to take up with the Peacekeeper and the Overseer. If he plan was going to work, there couldn't be any cute little fuck-ups along the way. May as well add a layer of distraction to this bullshit.]
[Cid rubs his cheek and hisses.] Can't believe you're a wife beater, Barney. I could be pregnant for all you know. With your child.
Be grateful I left you with all your teeth remaining.
[A cut cheek is barely a problem when Barnabas could of caved his teeth in had he the inclination. Thanks to the collar, and Cid's meddling, he's apparently getting plenty of those. Though, at Cid's explanation, he eyes him warily, doubting greatly that the craving for cake is his own invention, but can he really prove either which way? Not while the fetters are on him.]
We are not married, Cidolfus.
[Yet he makes no comment on the idea of Cid being pregnant with his child. The twitch of his dick and the throb that comes at the mere jest of it should say enough. Or, perhaps, how Barnabas comes close again, his arms pulling Cid against him.
Though all he can think about is the cigars and chocolate cake.]
You are right that I have not a will, but planting desires in me is a corruption I shall not abide. However, as it stands, I cannot shake this feeling, this...want. Have you your cigars?
Just barely, it feels like. I wager it was luck and not purpose. [he sucks on the inside of his cheek, then sighs. He lets the matter of their state of marriage lay as he feels that huge length throb inside of him. He squeezes him without thinking. How embarrassing. He sighs into Barnabas' arms as his own wrap around him as well. The price to be held by this man was entirely too steep. ]
...No. Though I figure we want them about the same amount right now. Can't you just grab them out of the aether? Or through the void, however that all works? They should be in my night stand.
[He pets his hair and speaks soothingly.] Hey, hey. Relax. It's alright, you big beast.
It is not the same. It is not all right. That is not how my armory works.
[It's not the same because Cid is used to wanting things. Barnabas is not. He has no resistance to this desire which now cuts through his Akashic nature, and so he feels like he may very well go mad if he doesn't do something about it. The squeeze to his cock is almost distracting, but only momentarily.
Which is why Sleipnir—as a man—appears suddenly standing in the room, staring at the two of them with a bemused expression. Nothing is said between him and Barnabas, just an exchange of looks, before the DTF disappears. With any luck, he'll have sent off the order to the other Sleipnir who presides over Dion to steal Cidolfus' cigars.]
Still, we may yet have cause to rejoice, should Sleipnir prove himself able to pilfer your cigars from the bowels of your abode.
What is it with you and trying to break my ribs? Hey! Ease up, would you?
[Sleipnir gets the message via Sleipnir, and quickly excuses himself to climb out the window and take the fire escape to Cid's room where the window was left oh so carelessly open to accommodate for all that smoke. The cigars are stolen easily enough and stowed in the armory. Sleipnir wonders if he's getting a bit too soft with Cid. Whatever, it was none of his concern truly.]
[Onto the next task, then. Chocolate cake? Strange. Breaking into the Bakery is simple enough. It's not a fortress, after all. Alas, it is night time, and all the fresh breads have been discarded or repurposed, and cakes have been put away. He checks the freezer for overstocked cake and finds some easily enough.]
[Thats right, it was Cidolfus' nameday, was it not? He should make it presentable at least. He quickly thaws the cake and pilfers some buttercream, assembling a perfectly nice birthday cake. He writes a lovely little message on it and sends it into the armory as well.]
The bowels? It's a one bedroom apartment, it hasn't got bowels. This place, though? You could have people living here and you wouldn't even know.
[Barnabas needs not wait very long for the cigars to reach his inventory at least. Sleipnir sends the message via Sleipnir to Sleipnir for Barnabas.]
[At Cid's complaint, he relaxes his hold a little. At least enough to let him breathe more comfortably.]
I am unused to this.
[That's about as close to an apology as Cid is going to get. At the comment on his apartment and the Einherjar, Barnabas doesn't comment. He doesn't even react, really. He simply waits for the sign that—
Ah, there it is.
There's the distinct crackle of energy as a small portal opens and out comes the cigars, Barnabas grabbing the package with an eagerness that one might expect from an addict. Which he is, in his own way. Putting one between his lips, he looks to Cidolfus expectantly as he dissolves the rest into his armory again.
Well, don't you worry, there's plenty of time to get used to it.
[Something a little dark crackles with excitement inside of Cid. He loves this look on him, this eagerness. The look of that cigar between his pretty lips. His cock throbs at the sight as he unclasps his arms and holds his hand up in front of the cigar to light it with a flame at his fingertip.]
[Even if there was more to his story, Barnabas would never know by how Cid's face looks as the scent of burning tobacco fills the air between them. Cid breathes deep even as Barnabas only takes his first puff to light the cigar.]
[Oh, he takes more than that starting puff to keep the flame ignited, he drinks deep that smoke so he might be sated and freed of this desire. He cannot deny the crest of satisfaction that breaks over him, cascading through his mind and body like supping life giving water after traversing a horrid desert.
For a moment, he almost forgets Cid's own need, so wrapped up in the indulgent feeling of this. In fact, when he realizes that he's left Cid waiting with only a small taste of smoke to tie him over—he chuckles.
Then, he slowly blows the smoke out over Cid, sensual and measured, his mind much calmer than it was moments ago as he holds the cigar between his fingers.]
I will not get used to this, I will correct it ere long. Yet, for now, for this day... I will suffer it.
[Oh, now that's really nice. He tightens nice and firm on Barnabas at the very sight, the anticipation of it all. It had been a month since a cigar tasted like a cigar. Since then each he smoked had been as unsatisfying as the last. Yes, the nicotine always hit his blood, his mouth filled with smoke, but the experience was just wrong. And more stamps only added more flavors, rather than correct the issue.]
[He just drinks in the way he holds the cigar, elegant looking even in his state. Really, the behemoth bit only made this more surreal, more dreamlike. And with all the dreams he had been spending time in, he can't help but feel like this is just another one. ]
Well. [He reaches up to move a bit of hair from his face so that the lit end of the cigar doesn't get too close. ] Til then, maybe you could put the next one right into my mouth for me?
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As he's left to bask in the afterglow with Cid, enjoying the scratching at his scalp and the warmth of their connected bodies entwined together, it is short lived. As that kiss lands on his forehead, still slicked from sweat, something blossoms within his mind.
A want. A desire. One that is unique and foreign, and is most certainly not born from him.
Cigars. He wants. A cigar. He has never wanted a cigar, but now he desires it with a craving that he's never before felt, and has no resistance against. His eyes snap open, and he scowls up at Cid as he pushes himself away (at least enough so he can look at him, they're not getting far with that knot holding them in place) to stare at him with utter baffled indignation.
And then he punches him, right in the cheek. Admittedly, not as hard as he could have, and maybe not as hard as he should.]
You would dare implant this detestable desire in me—
[Wait. His expression grows more baffled, his brow pinching together.]
...Chocolate cake. Why?
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Ah! Fuck you! [The best he can do is flail the offending fist away from his face.]
Nearly made me cut my cheek on my teeth, bastard.
[He rubs his jaw, prodding at the inside part with his tongue before speaking, forcing Barnabas to wait for his rudeness. He clicks his tongue as he looks back at Barnabas.]
Because, cigars don't taste like themselves unless they're coming from your lungs. I thought it might be nice. Romantic, at least. What do you care? You don't have any will anyway, right?
[Chocolate cake?]
Chocolate cake...? That one's all you. I only asked for the bit about the cigars.
[Okay. It was definitely a glitch, but gaslighting Barnabas right now seemed safer than admitting he left him with a glitch. Good to know, however, and something he'd have to take up with the Peacekeeper and the Overseer. If he plan was going to work, there couldn't be any cute little fuck-ups along the way. May as well add a layer of distraction to this bullshit.]
[Cid rubs his cheek and hisses.] Can't believe you're a wife beater, Barney. I could be pregnant for all you know. With your child.
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[A cut cheek is barely a problem when Barnabas could of caved his teeth in had he the inclination. Thanks to the collar, and Cid's meddling, he's apparently getting plenty of those. Though, at Cid's explanation, he eyes him warily, doubting greatly that the craving for cake is his own invention, but can he really prove either which way? Not while the fetters are on him.]
We are not married, Cidolfus.
[Yet he makes no comment on the idea of Cid being pregnant with his child. The twitch of his dick and the throb that comes at the mere jest of it should say enough. Or, perhaps, how Barnabas comes close again, his arms pulling Cid against him.
Though all he can think about is the cigars and chocolate cake.]
You are right that I have not a will, but planting desires in me is a corruption I shall not abide. However, as it stands, I cannot shake this feeling, this...want. Have you your cigars?
[His grip is getting a little tight.]
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...No. Though I figure we want them about the same amount right now. Can't you just grab them out of the aether? Or through the void, however that all works? They should be in my night stand.
[He pets his hair and speaks soothingly.] Hey, hey. Relax. It's alright, you big beast.
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[It's not the same because Cid is used to wanting things. Barnabas is not. He has no resistance to this desire which now cuts through his Akashic nature, and so he feels like he may very well go mad if he doesn't do something about it. The squeeze to his cock is almost distracting, but only momentarily.
Which is why Sleipnir—as a man—appears suddenly standing in the room, staring at the two of them with a bemused expression. Nothing is said between him and Barnabas, just an exchange of looks, before the DTF disappears. With any luck, he'll have sent off the order to the other Sleipnir who presides over Dion to steal Cidolfus' cigars.]
Still, we may yet have cause to rejoice, should Sleipnir prove himself able to pilfer your cigars from the bowels of your abode.
[His grip does not loosen.]
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[Sleipnir gets the message via Sleipnir, and quickly excuses himself to climb out the window and take the fire escape to Cid's room where the window was left oh so carelessly open to accommodate for all that smoke. The cigars are stolen easily enough and stowed in the armory. Sleipnir wonders if he's getting a bit too soft with Cid. Whatever, it was none of his concern truly.]
[Onto the next task, then. Chocolate cake? Strange. Breaking into the Bakery is simple enough. It's not a fortress, after all. Alas, it is night time, and all the fresh breads have been discarded or repurposed, and cakes have been put away. He checks the freezer for overstocked cake and finds some easily enough.]
[Thats right, it was Cidolfus' nameday, was it not? He should make it presentable at least. He quickly thaws the cake and pilfers some buttercream, assembling a perfectly nice birthday cake. He writes a lovely little message on it and sends it into the armory as well.]
The bowels? It's a one bedroom apartment, it hasn't got bowels. This place, though? You could have people living here and you wouldn't even know.
[Barnabas needs not wait very long for the cigars to reach his inventory at least. Sleipnir sends the message via Sleipnir to Sleipnir for Barnabas.]
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I am unused to this.
[That's about as close to an apology as Cid is going to get. At the comment on his apartment and the Einherjar, Barnabas doesn't comment. He doesn't even react, really. He simply waits for the sign that—
Ah, there it is.
There's the distinct crackle of energy as a small portal opens and out comes the cigars, Barnabas grabbing the package with an eagerness that one might expect from an addict. Which he is, in his own way. Putting one between his lips, he looks to Cidolfus expectantly as he dissolves the rest into his armory again.
Light him up, bitch.]
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[Something a little dark crackles with excitement inside of Cid. He loves this look on him, this eagerness. The look of that cigar between his pretty lips. His cock throbs at the sight as he unclasps his arms and holds his hand up in front of the cigar to light it with a flame at his fingertip.]
[Even if there was more to his story, Barnabas would never know by how Cid's face looks as the scent of burning tobacco fills the air between them. Cid breathes deep even as Barnabas only takes his first puff to light the cigar.]
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For a moment, he almost forgets Cid's own need, so wrapped up in the indulgent feeling of this. In fact, when he realizes that he's left Cid waiting with only a small taste of smoke to tie him over—he chuckles.
Then, he slowly blows the smoke out over Cid, sensual and measured, his mind much calmer than it was moments ago as he holds the cigar between his fingers.]
I will not get used to this, I will correct it ere long. Yet, for now, for this day... I will suffer it.
[For you, is what's left unsaid.]
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[He just drinks in the way he holds the cigar, elegant looking even in his state. Really, the behemoth bit only made this more surreal, more dreamlike. And with all the dreams he had been spending time in, he can't help but feel like this is just another one. ]
Well. [He reaches up to move a bit of hair from his face so that the lit end of the cigar doesn't get too close. ] Til then, maybe you could put the next one right into my mouth for me?
[And he waits with parted lips.]