LOVE ME TENDER [t. keigo]

3.0

sorry for the note, again, but i wanted to put a warning for this chapter. beware for trauma and assault

It had been about a week since he and Twice had gone to see you. He wouldn't admit it, since he's supposed to be a professional con-artist, but he kind of missed being around you. Yeah, he did, alright? He missed seeing your smiling face; your sweet eyes and how they glimmered at his words, filling him with so much confidence it should be illegal. He missed how your hand fit in his own, larger one; how it felt to see you enjoy his touch, how you relished in every gentle word he spoke to you. It wasn't all for his enjoyment, either (though, most of it is). He was receiving intel on your person, and constructing a plan on how to eliminate you. Clarification, he did NOT want to kill you, he just wanted to make sure you would not step in and help the league, so he would do what he could in order to prevent that.

He was alone now, seemingly wandering around the building as he carefully made his way towards your room. He didn't have the chance to run your name through the Commission's system since he was always with the league, but he'd try to go after your guys' visit.

He needed to visit you and dig up some info on these people and yourself. At this point, all he could say about you was that you're a child-like adult that just so happens to be the healer for the league. He needed more, though; the Commission knew him too well, and would know if he was only half-assing his report. Knowing them, they would want specific, physical and emotional details so that, when it comes to it, they could attack with full force.

This little game he's playing is dangerous. None of it ends happily, and yet, he found himself wanting to enjoy every little bit of the middle, letting himself... free.

He turned the corner, seeing the door '419' come closer to his view. God, he felt psychotic. What he's doing is clearly wrong on all levels; taking advantage of you not only for your information, but also for his own enjoyment. As much as he tried to stop himself, he found himself thinking of what he wanted to do with you next; he wasn't so much of a brute that he would force himself on you, but he did find himself wondering how far you would let him go. How much you could take before you broke, or better yet, gave in.

I guess everyone's a little messed up in their own way.

Finally reaching the door, he knocked to see if there was anyone inside. For all he knew, you could be sent out on a mission or be healing one of the crazies in this place, so he would rather test it out and see if there's anyone home than be killed by whoever's on the other side.

The door creaked open a bit, showing worried, fearful eyes; they stay that way up until you look up at him, and suddenly you're awake from your trance. You smile, swinging the door open and hugging him like there's no tomorrow, hooking your legs around his waist and burying your face in the crook of his neck. He feels himself get riled up; feeling you press against him so warmly, so tenderly. He almost wants to press you against the wall, but he grounds himself, whispering in his mind every single reason why that is a horrible idea.

1. She did not consent

2. She's a villain

3. You're supposed to be getting information from her, not fucking her

He lets you hug him, patting your back in restraint. If he only touched you lightly, then maybe he wouldn't feel the need to bury himself inside of you. This was so fucked; just a week ago he saw you as a cute girl with the prettiest wings, and now all he could think of was how good it would feel to be inside of you. How hot it would look to have you underneath him.