happilyeverbeginning | Growing Closer

A loud hiss escaped the kiss between them. Pain shot through Elias's shoulders but it only pulled him more into what was happening now. The pain felt good. He didn't know why or want to try and figure it out. He just knew that feeling was one he wanted more off. They were drowning in their biting, crushing kiss and grabbing onto each other with all they had.

The ex-king's hands slid down Lien-da's body to grope her ass and pull him closer. His pants were beginning to tent. The heat, pleasure, and pain were all getting to him. The alcohol also wasn't hurting him, not one bit. He raised his hips, pressing closer as he pulled her into his body. Kissing wasn't going to be the end all of this. He could feel it. He needed more. He needed to completely forget everything, and he could only think of one way to do it.

So pain wasn't a turn-off for him? How very interesting. It made Lien curious as to whether being here had utterly destroyed his mental state that much, or if he had always carried a dark streak hidden underneath a crown of gold. If there was this much potential to him, then this didn't have to be a one night stand. He might make an excellent pet. Switch the crown out for a collar.

Lien yanked her head away from his mouth, licking her lips. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" She grabbed the zipper from the tip of her top and slowly began to pull down. Make him wait for the big reveal. Make him suffer. Unless he had other plans in mind.

Blue eyes darted downward as the zipper slowly made its descent. It wasn't the gentlemanly thing to do but he couldn't stop his eyes. Lien-Da was attractive in all of the physical ways. Her body was fit and carried all of the feminine marks of beaut. Any man would admit that from just looking at her. Her personality was a different matter entirely but Elias knew he wasn't doing this because of her personality.

His eyes moved back to her face. Was he full of surprises? He could be. The ex-king darted forward and latched his teeth onto the curve of her neck. He didn't bite hard enough to break skin but he wanted to hear her make a noise. Pain was something he wagered she might want to feel back. Or she'd slap him for real this time. Either way, it would move all of this along.

Actions spoke louder than words.

Perhaps Lien had expected him to stare stupidly in wonder at her breasts - this was mostly her own narcissism talking - and as a result she hadn't expected any immediate reaction. So she certainly hadn't expected to find teeth in her neck. What came out of her mouth was a combination of a gasp and a startled cry. Out of sheer instinct, her hands came up to grab his shoulders. Yet she did not push him away.

"You'll pay for that." At first, it was hard to tell if that was a legitimate threat or further flirtation. She reached down to the obvious bulge in his pants, and then clamped down with her hand tight. It'd be up to him if that felt awful, good, or a strange combination of both.

Elias wasn't sure how to interpret what Lien was saying. Furthermore, he wasn't sure if he should anticipate the coming retaliation or if he should fear it. His train of thought was utterly derailed yet again when her hand found its way to the tent in his pants. He gasped against her neck as he felt that tight grip around his member. His hips thrust up into the contact, causing the squirrel to moan.

How long had it been since he laid with anyone? Let alone touched himself? He couldn't even recall at this point. Which could be why his hips kept thrusting up into the contact, begging for more friction. She was getting to him. His ears pinned back as a whimper escaped the space between his lips and her neck.

She was back in control, which is right here she belonged. A devious smile spread across her face. The sound he was making was absolutely pathetic. Now he'd pay for it, just as she said, as she kept her hand exactly where it was, not letting go nor clenching any further. Instead, she whispered into his ear.

"Beg for it."

The blood was quickly leaving his brain to move downward. His hips kept moving as into that hand. He panted still against Lien-Da's neck, unable to think. He heard her speak and whimpered yet again. The command pulled at something deep inside him.

"P-Please..." he whispered. "I need more...please. Give...give me more..."

Of course he submitted. Even with his new-found dark streak, all eventually lowered themselves to Lien-da's superiority. "Good boy." She mocked condescendingly, but he would be rewarded for his humiliation. Due to his body angle, she couldn't exactly see what she was doing, but it was hardly going to be complicated.

She found the top of his pants, and after fumbling around with buttons and a zipper, opening them up to let one hand slide inside. Once she found his hard flesh, she gripped it just as hard as she had on the outside.

The words hit something in him that made him press down more against her, trying to make himself smaller. What was he doing to himself? Why would he beg? Why would he be doing this? He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of humiliation building up inside him.

Then her hand found his hardened flesh. Eyes shot open and he bucked into the hand around himself. He gasped as pleasure shot through him. Pleasure that only could be felt when another person touched him there. He looked up at her. He couldn't just give in. He needed to do more. He moved his head and buried it in her breasts.

He moved his head left and right until he found that zipper with his nose. Slowly he looked up toward her as he took it between his teeth. He pulled it down with a look of defiance in his eyes. He would not be broken so easily.

Lien looked down at him with an amused smirk. So, he was desperately trying to reclaim some sort of status? It was cute. She let him zip down her top, while still gripping onto his member. Maybe if she worked him hard enough, he could fall off his chair. It'd be disruptive, but hilarious. Her handiwork became routine until she decided to find his tip and give it an especially hard pinch.

"Do you want to suck my breasts?" She whispered in his ear, giving him another dare, possibly a command.

Elias's eyes lost some of their edge when the pinch happened. He yelped as his hips bucked up. The stool rocked from the motion but they didn't fall. He panted against Lien's cleavage, his eyes still dark. Lust was taking over everything now. Lien-Da was almost overpowering with her movements. Clearly she was more experienced than he was. He wasn't some virgin, though. He wouldn't just give in.

"I do." He said, his voice heavy. He moved down again and used his nose to free one of those breasts. He didn't hesitate to wrap his lips around the free nipple and began to suck. Elias wasn't sure if he was still struggling or if he was beginning to just give in. Either way, he was liking this. If only he knew the guilt he would feel later for enjoying doing these things with his enemy.

Lien held back a chuckle as he rocked from surprise. He was such an amusing little toy. But she'd reward his obedience with more gentle hand motions, resuming the up and down motions. It'd be a little more difficult to work two things at once, but she had already decided to make the most of this evening. While one hand strained to stay down, the other came up to Elias' head.

She ran a hand through his hair, and then pressed him even closer into her chest. Once again, her soft touch wouldn't remain that way for long. Fingernails scraped and dug into his scalp, all the while forcing him even closer. To be fair, he was doing a rather well job on her breast.

Elias groaned from the pleasure and pain. How Lien could mix the two expertly like this blew his mind. He couldn't quite keep up with her. Her nails dug into his scalp as she shoved his head more into those large breasts. His member was leaking pre already, her hand working up and down his shaft. He bucked his hips again, wanting more of that pleasure.

Teeth pressed down on the nipple in his mouth, not too hard. He rolled the nub between his teeth before his tongue ran circles around it. His other hand reached up to press into the other free breast. His fingers clenched the soft skin as he started to roll it in his palm. He felt himself losing more of himself. Lien was finding all of his strings and knew just how to pull them. Like a good puppet, he obeyed.

Lien gave a wistful little sigh. Her nipples were getting harder with every nibble and bite he took, so she was forced to admit he had some idea of what he was doing. Egotistical as ever, she believed she was making him achieve more pleasure than the other way around. The truth was that she didn't want to admit, even to herself, how long it'd been since someone had touched her, and how much longer it had been since a man could make her feel like this. She'd die before letting him or anyone else know that. Though if she had to go out like this, it wouldn't be so terrible.

As she felt the sticky material, she rubbed it between her fingers in faint amusement. She wondered if she could get him to fully release himself with one hand alone. It'd do wonders for her already inflated ego. with this goal in mind, she moved her hand back up, and cupped his testicles, giving them a squeeze. Nothing as painful as what she'd been delivering before, but enough to be noticed.

Emotions they would never admit. Desires that wouldn't speak of out loud. That was what this night was becoming. A secret for the two of them to share, a means of distracting themselves from the world they found themselves in. The physical pleasure and the idea that anyone could walk in and find them made Elias want all the more of Lien-Da. He wanted all of her. He wanted to completely meld with her and forget everything, even his own name.

He groaned when her hand grasped his balls. It felt good and caused him to buck his hips yet again. The stool started to fall over but the squirrel's reflexes were faster. He bucked once more and lifted them off the stool and he landed on his feet. Both hands cupped Lien's ass and gave a hard squeeze as he held her up. He moved and pressed her against the bar.

Fingers slid up the back of her thighs and tried to spread her legs. He pressed forward. He wanted to be right there, grinding his sex against her own. Dark blue eyes looked up at her as he kept sucking hard on the breast in his mouth. It was clear what he wanted, he wanted it to be clear.

Her eyes flew open at the change in location. Instead of a humorous fall, it appeared Elias still had some ability to think. In fact, she had no time to yelp or even make a sound as she found herself on the bar. She needed a few quick seconds to gasp for air, feeling him practically pound against her in his need. Once she was able to understand what had just happened, she cursed herself for being so flummoxed. She wasn't going to let him have authority like that again.

"Impatient little weasel." She sneered, and yes, she didn't care what his real species was, for all were lower than echidna. Lien removed her hand from his crotch and let go of his head so she could touch her pants. She unzipped, though found it difficult to slide anything down due to his incessant clawing at her.

Elias felt triumph when he watched Lien's as she was caught off guard. He had gained a foothold of power in the situation. When her hands pulled away from his crotch and head, he couldn't help but give a dark smirk at the echidna. The weasel comment only made the grin grow wider. He had won this round. When Lien reached down to unzip her pants, he pulled his hips back to watch her pull down the zipper.

"We're both impatient," he challenged and leaned in so their lips were nearly touching again. "You want this too," It was a statement but it left open the chance to stop. It gave her back some of that power she had lost.

That may not have been the best move on Elias' part. Lien's eyes narrowed when her authority was challenged. A battle raged within the echidna, lust versus ego, and unfortunately ego tended to win most victories in Lien-da's mind. She bared her teeth into a growl. She didn't move her pants any further, and even leaned back an inch as if to avoid his touch.

"Don't push it, brat." She sneered, vile practically dripping from her tongue. "I can walk away any second. Unlike you, I can get this anytime I want." A click of her tongue. "Unless you're feeling guilty over someone that doesn't exist."

Elias didn't expect the sudden change and it threw him for a loop. He stared at her as she growled at him and sneered. He flinched from the words but it was that last jab that hit him hardest. He stumbled back as if the words had struck him physically. He looked down at himself, his pants open, fully hard, and he was about to lie with one of his greatest enemies.

Because of guilt over someone that doesn't exist. He didn't know what to say. What could he say? What could he do? He hung his head in shame. "...I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft. She injured him. She hit him right where it hurt.

"Are you really?" Lien wasn't going to give him mercy just yet. She'd smash and destroy him until he was nothing but dust. She gripped the edge of the bar, and then hoisted herself up until she was really sitting on top of it. Once she had obtained her balance, she stuck out her foot.

"If you're really sorry, lick my boot." She commanded, arching her back. "Lick it clean." Now she was seriously pushing it. Either he gave in and she controlled him like a slave... or he didn't, and she looked like an idiot with her foot in the air, and it'd summon the temper tantrum of the century.

Elias stared at the boot that was moved into his face. He was sorry for so many things. He was sorry she was trapped like he was. He was sorry he was trying to forget his family, his wife, in a drunken night of passion. He was sorry he ruined the mood. He was sorry he was pathetic. Despite how sorry he was, he wasn't about to do this. His hand came up and grabbed her boot. His eyes met hers and that fire was back.

"I won't lick your boot." His grip tightened on Lien's boot to keep it where it was. "I know what you want. You want power. Power over me and everything else, because you have none now. Your power back home was an illusion and now it's gone completely. Just like mine." He leaned in and took her calf in his hand. Elias bent down and kissed her knee.

"I won't lick your boot, but I can maybe give you some of that power back." Elias looked up at Lien-Da again. "What do you want of me now?"

Temper tantrum it was.

"I told you what I wanted, you disgusting little brat!" She sneered, and made an attempt to kick at him despite him having a firm grasp on her foot. "Don't pretend like you know anything about me! We could have just had some fun, but no, you have to be moral about it, don't you? You make me sick."

She clenched her hands on the bar. "If you knew even half the things I've done, you wouldn't look at me like that... you'd want me dead."

Elias had thought she might try to kick but it still surprised him enough for it to hit. He gripped her boot enough to at least slow down the kick but it landed in his chest and made him almost stumble. He stared at her as she threw her fit. Yet these was something very telling in her words and in the way she spoke.

"I wouldn't want you dead." He said and thought perhaps giving in would help her. Yet feeding that ego couldn't be a good thing. Feeding that need for power wouldn't help. He kept a hold of her leg but his eyes were on her face. "You're the one person I have left who understands me, and I'm the last person who understands you." He said softly.

"You're right. Neither of us know the other and can't pretend we do. But we understand each other here and now. We both understand the pain. Why don't we help each other forget? Isn't that what we both want?"

She tried to kick him again, nearly foaming at the mouth. The anger she'd been suppressing for so long had finally come out. Whether this was good or not was left to interpretation. "I am not going to let someone who dares say he understands me get to come inside me!" Now instead of demanding sex of power, she wanted to fill him with the same hatred that ran through her veins.

She leaned forward. "I killed my own father to get closer to my rightful seat of power. I killed the whore he slept with. I wiped the memory of my half-breed sister so many times she had no idea who she was. If my idiotic brother hadn't gotten himself blown up, I would have killed him too. I had my own people killed just to hasten myself to the Legion throne." She narrowed her eyes. "There is no man, woman, or child I would not have strangled with my own hands if it meant true rule."

Elias held her foot more firmly this time. Fool me twice, and all that. He watched as the rage bubbled to the surface and overflowed. Any hope of moving forward with the night was over. Perhaps it was for the best. He listened, his face hard as she recounted her sins. She was a monster, perhaps. She had done things against her family and her own people for her quest for power. She had done horrible things to others and joined Dr. Eggman.

Yet, in the end, only one thought came to mind.

"And now? What does it all mean for you now? Now that none of it, none of your choices, ever happened? What does it mean now that you don't exist?"

Lien stopped kicking.

Flashes of memories came back to her.
I killed my own father - Luger carefully picking up his little girl, as if afraid she's break like porcelain.
I would have killed my brother - Kragok gently holding his twin sister's hand as they watched their mother's funeral.
I had my own people killed - Legionnaires who had risked their lives for her, who had faithfully served her, men women and children - children who had lost their families like her -

All of them dead, and what for?

"SHUT UP!" Without warning, she launched herself at time, intending to strangle him where he stood. "SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" Was she even aware of the tears running down her cheeks? "I AM NOT WORTHLESS! I AM NOT USELESS!"

Elias stared at her. She went so still and rigid. He felt horrible for asking but it had to be done. Their pasts meant nothing now. Not to the others here. Not to anyone here. No one would ever know unless they told them and in truth, they couldn't. At least, he couldn't. He didn't want to hurt anyone. He didn't want to hurt her. He reached up slowly. He wanted to brush one of her dreadlocks out of her face and wipe under her eyes. He could see the tears forming.

The kind touch wasn't delivered though. She was on him in seconds, too fast for him to react. She went toe-to-toe against Knuckles and other Freedom Fighters. She was faster than he was. Those hands wrapped around his neck and he gasped as she tried to strangle him. Elias's blue eyes widened as she screamed at him, crying as she tried to kill him. He gasped and reached for her hands, trying to pry them off.

"You...are...not worthless..." he gasps with what little air he had. Dammit, his knees felt weak. She was stronger than he thought.

It wasn't so much she was choking Elias in her mind, she was attacking the reality that had come undone. Attacking all the bad choices she had made, and those that had been made to her. It wasn't fair, not a single day of her life had been fair.

"Shut u, shut up, shut up..." She repeated it over and over, like an endless mantra that would summon peace into her skull. But her grief overwhelmed her, something she had not allowed since she was a child. The tears she tried to ignore became hard, choking sobs, and her grip on Elias' throat weakened. She closed her eyes, damning herself and damning Elias for doing this to her. "Just... stop talking..."

Elias gasped when he felt her grip weaken. He gulped down air as he listened to her. The sorrow in her sobs hurt even him. He could feel them in his chest. All of those horrible things she had done for power and now it was all meaningless. None of it mattered. He didn't speak, at least. He didn't need to say anything more.

Instead he wrapped his arms around her and tried to pull her into a hug. He rested his chin on her shoulder and just started to pet her. She didn't need anymore pain. She didn't even deserve more pain. She'd suffered enough.

If Lien-da could 'see' herself, she'd be humiliated. How dare she cry like some whipped child, how dare she do it in front of a lower species! She wanted to kick herself in the ribs, for being so thoroughly inept. She should rise above this, shove him off, make sure he never told another soul what he saw.

But, by Chaos, she was just so tired. She had no energy for hatefulness and spite and superiority. She felt as if she would never stop crying, laying down into a sorrowful heap on top of him. Let him do what he wanted. She didn't care. Why couldn't she be erased with everything else? She buried her face into his shoulder, her body shuddering.

Growing Closer - Lien-da & Elias

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