damned_institute | Nightshift 32: M61

In all honesty, Tyki hadn't exactly expected what had happened during dinner. Though it was definitely strange to have woken up in his white side this morning, he hadn't given it too much thought beyond his initial surprise. It had probably something to do with his white side being a laid-back bum, but it simply hadn't come to mind just yet.

It happened after he had finished his dinner, when he was searching his room for something useful while the sun was about to set. The Noah within him had been dormant all day, as it usually was when he was in his human side. But something had changed all of a sudden, which was enough to make Tyki pause as he searched the closet. He knew what was going on, all too familiar with shifting from white to black, but there was only one little problem; he wasn't willing it himself. He could always shift through his white and black side whenever he liked, but now he had no control over it. At all. He couldn't stop it when white turned black, when his skin turned a darker color. It was beyond his own control...

And that didn't sit quite well with the Noah. If there was one thing he had to be careful about, it was losing control. Not being able to turn back. He didn't want to lose them, but...having both was fun.

But he quickly reassured himself. Hadn't he woken up here in his white side? Though he couldn't switch back now, there was reason enough to believe that it wasn't lost. It was too much of a coincidence, to shift to his black right after the sun had set. He didn't knew how, or why, but what if it was related to day and night?

At the very least, having his black side would make his stay a bit more interesting.

He removed his glasses, leaving them on his desk. There was no need for these now. Too lazy to do anything about his hair, he grabbed his flashlight and moved into the dark hallway. He had seen the area on his way to his room, and logic told him the row of doors held more rooms. Not really interested, he moved along.

On to some cigarettes first. He needed a smoke, already!

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ZEX himself wasn't sure what had motivated his plea, but a moment to think about it gave him what must have been the logical answer. Don't stop. Thankfully it seemed his human had caught his meaning... still somewhat overwhelmed, he tried a bit to kiss him back when he came close to his mouth, but he was so engrossed in the flood of sensation that he couldn't focus all that well. Over his neck (it seemed almost a crime that VUX didn't have necks like this, if they could make one feel this way!) and that drove his thoughts back to mindless gasps, trying to move his head out of the way without killing himself (not a threat here, but it was so hard to think clearly).

Still kissing lower (he wasn't sure humans could do that, could they do it all over, how wonderful), and breathing hard, he arched his back to try and come closer to him, his human's hands keeping him from falling over backwards in his efforts. How could every part of a human be so sensitive... even though his human's hands glanced over his leg where he'd been bitten, he barely noticed the mild ache through everything else. It blocked out so many unpleasant feelings... humans were even more amazing than he'd thought, to be so focused on their pleasure...

The neck seemed to be a favorite, then; Zelnick kissed his way back to it, hoping for more of those gasps and moans that made him feel accomplished and warm.

He did have the presence of mind to notice that he'd just skimmed over ZEX's wound, though; it was a sudden reminder of why he had come here tonight, intent on things other than making out with ZEX-- actually, focused on doing anything but making out with ZEX-- and he pulled his hand away, and then he pulled away. "This isn't why I'm here," he said, as seriously as he could while flushed and heart-pounding and breathing heavily. As pleasant as the kissing was... if ZEX pulled him back to kissing after this, he wasn't sure he'd try and stop again; the other man looked wonderful when filtered through dim light and hormones.

ZEX was more than willing to provide his human with the noises he craved, as long as he kept his attentions on his neck. He held onto his human with an almost painful grip, moaning with a growing lack of shame. He could feel every movement... human skin was so exposed. How good this felt! He'd been here for so long, and he'd never felt like this... he didn't even know a human body was capable of feeling like this.

His human pulled away, and he tried to follow. "Don't stop..." escaped him before he was thinking clearly enough to know he could even talk, and he held onto him tightly, trying to pull him back. If there was any other reason for him being here, it could hardly override this, the two of them touching like this, embracing and connecting. There was nothing in the world as important as this to him now.

Right, so much for getting back on track... Zelnick let himself be drawn back, then kept going, giving up all attempts at keeping this harmless and just straddling ZEX, burying both hands in his hair. "All right," Zelnick breathed, "I won't."

So he kissed ZEX, enthusiastically, running his fingers through his hair, relishing the feelings, the warm glow everything seemed to have taken on, the way he wanted to never stop. He let himself forget why he had said no earlier, why he had come here, everything else he should have been doing, every reason he had for not doing this with ZEX, and let himself be overcome with want.

((move to bedrooms y/n/not yet?))

ZEX wasn't sure what he was going to do if his human stopped (the thought was almost unbearable), but it seemed that his slight moments of resistance were easily overcome... perhaps it was part of how humans went about these things? A kind of ritualistic give and take, cannibilistic warnings, a fear maybe that had to be assuaged every now and then or overcome, he wasn't sure... thoughts were mixing together in odd ways.

There was a kind of thrill of relief and excitement both when his human assured him that he wouldn't stop (if this did result in him becoming a meal, he couldn't think of any better way to die) and then his human was pressed against him again, which robbed him of any other thought. Combined with his human's hands in his hair, his body suddenly over him and on top of him (was it possible for a human heart to burst from beating too hard? He hoped that wasn't the case), he was quickly drawn into the same kind of mindless lust, holding onto his human as the only solid thing left in his world. And what a beautiful, wonderful, luscious thing it was, oh...

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Nightshift 32: M61 - M70 Hallway

oh no, whatever will i do O3

i can think of a few things~

as long as i don't end up eaten O3

getting omnomnomed might not be a bad thing, though~ ;D

so far i find it surprisingly enjoyable O3

bwahaha X3