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[He continues to his shoulder, his collarbone, tearing skin in some spots, but just shy of bleeding. He knows Five enjoys the rough aspects, but omits any soft kisses in between to differentiate from their normal experience.]

I can feel your pulse racing.

[He then has Five reach up and unbutton his own shirt.]

Are you even fighting against it?

[Not that it would work.]

[ He's not, not really. This might be a different context from usual but he can think of worse things than undressing himself for Emet's pleasure, though the complete loss of control and the roughness is adding a different layer to it. ]

Would it work if I tried?

Of course not.

[Well, maybe it would work if he put all of his effort into it and got lucky.

Once Five has so kindly stripped them both bare to the waist he will sit up next to him leaning his weight against his hip as he looks down on him. Though he does keep one hand behind his head, thumb pushing a little painfully into the pulse at his neck.]

Enduring, are we?

[With his free hand he'll conjure a knife and hold it out to him which Five will take by the handle.]

[ Emet wasn't kidding when he said he was going to test his limits. There's a new wave of pure terror just at the sight of the knife and this time, he's more worried about what he himself would do than of anything Emet could control. The fear is enough that even the pain is easily ignored, and already he's thinking back on what happened with Absinthe.

And of course now he does try to break free - with no success ]

[At least he's kind enough (citation needed) to leave burning corpse off limits.]

We haven't even started.

[Five will cut a line down his own exposed abdomen, shallow but still bleeding and stinging.]

[ And yet when it's himself he's cutting he seems to be relieved, the pain settling in but the worry and fear going as harm is directed toward himself and not Emet ]

I've cut myself open before, you know.

I do know.

[He leans forward to lap up the blood with his tongue even though the wound continues to bleed freely.]

It's called a climax and ever was I a showman.

[The blade finds itself at the front of Hades' throat.]

You have until the count of three to do something about it.

One.

[ This has officially stopped being sexy in any way, even with Emet lapping the blood with his tongue. Or well. He'd argue that it stopped being sexy but there's a not insignificant part of him that wishes to go through with this, slash Hades throat and relish and the violence and death.

It's taking more than he'd like to admit to suppress the urge to just kill, and the part of him that is considering the thought of harming his lover hot. It's not something he wants to come to terms with again, or at all, ever.

So at the count of two, he uses his power to take the knife out of his grip, switching it with his discarded tie ]

[Five spurring into action seems to appease him slightly. Not that he's taking an incredible amount of joy in this as well. But he'd doesn't like this blind spot in Five's skillset.

He places his palm over his eyes and and nose much like holding a very large melon and forces his head to the floor blocking his sight.]

Clever, but that is only a temporary solution.

[He alters the tie into a knife. Guess there are multiple now.]

Two.

[ He could switch their positions so Emet is the one holding the knife. But it won't change anything, he could still drive it into his own throat. It's just a dream. So even if Emet was killed in it, it wouldn't be an issue. It would be nothing.

But he can't be rational about this. There's an outright sob escaping from him when Emet places his palm over his eyes and nose but he knows what he's aiming for and he decides to just give it to him, activating his ability to travel through time - bringing them both back to the platforms from earlier, before he was even paralyzed ]

[Hades will be in the center platform about to start the visual counter when he pauses. He has been keeping a critical eye on him to see if there have been any changes after all.]

Five?

[ he's definitely more upset than he expected to get when he agreed to try this and even when Emet calls out to him he doesn't answer - not immediately, at least. And then, eventually. ]

Don't do it again.

[He waits patiently and when Five does speak he drops the clock, the platform, all of it and the scenery changes to Amaurot. He walks over to him and wraps his arms around his waist, tucking his head under Five's chin.]

[ he doesn't return the hug immediately, hesitating for a few long moments before he finally wraps his arms around him ]

I thought about just letting it happen.

For a second.

I was thinking about killing you.

[He runs his palms up and down his back, trying to think of a suitable reply.

"But you didn't" doesn't get at the heart of the problem.

"It's alright" is just a flat out lie.]

I don't think of you any less for it. We both know this urge we will work through together, step by step.

Thank you, for agreeing to this. I want to give you every possible chance at success, but I do not wish to damage your heart.

I'd make a snappy comment about how this would have been better if it was a sexy test after all but I understand the point of this.

It is something I need to overcome.

Next one will be a sexy test. Promise.

[He holds him tightly and summons and Ascian portal and tugs him through.]

Did I tell you I was going to pamper you after? Well, I should have. Come.

[ he'll follow, reaching for his hand to hold and not wanting to let go of it ]

Well I was determined to spoil you after that game, but given the circumstances I'll be happy to be pampered instead.

The only problem with the game was the glass, and that is solved by resting here until it passes.

[While still holding his hand he brings it up to kiss his knuckles.

Emet will bring him to an oversized room with the night sky peaking through a huge skylight overhead. Soft music plays in the background and nearly every surface has a vase with a brilliant array of flowers.

He'll rest him on the bed and take one of his hands in both of his. He presses his thumbs firmly into his palms and begins to rub them giving him a massage.]

If you have any requests, do voice them. If not, I will be creative on my own. To see if I can't soothe any anxiety that I have caused to rise.

[ all the affection and attention is at least helping him calm down some, and of course he can't help but appreciate how much each detail of this dream is thought out ]

I want to dance with you again.

[His eyes light up and he smiles at him. But first he affixes a single white and red carnation into each of their hairs.]

I know just the place. Though I suppose you don't mind getting up again.

[He takes them through another portal and they seem to be standing on air, but all around them the sky, the ground, the edges of his vision, is the lifestream in its brilliant multitude of colors. And once they arrive he will stand up on the tip of his toes to give him a soft kiss on the lips.]

[ the gesture earns him a soft smile, finally, and he follows him without hesitation, the sight before them enough to leave him completely awed. He'll wrap his arms around him again after that kiss and then just rest his forehead against his ]

Not bad for creativity.

[He holds him back smiling warmly at him.]

How could I offer you anything but the best?

[After cuddling like this for a while, he will take his hand and the lead of the dance and start them off slow so they can keep close.]

I do appreciate it, you know. That you're pushing me beyond my limits so I'll be prepared.

Even if's difficult to navigate.

You're stubborn like I am. When you don't want to face a topic, few and far in between they are, you'll bury it.

Hopefully, I will be there. You'll never have to worry about it, but I do like to have a few back up plans. At least a thousand. To ensure your safety.

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