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[He bites hard enough to break skin when he pulls back, fingers drumming on his chest.]

So it isn't the lack of movement. A little further then...

[He takes his chin roughly in his right hand and makes sure he can't tilt his head to look at anything but him. With his other hand he puppet's left arm, dragging it down his own chest and stomach.]

[ Well that settles in panic immediately, the moment he feels his body moving without his direction — even knowing it's Emet that's doing it, even though he trusts him, even though he can tell this is for their pleasures.

There's hesitation, like he's not sure if he should let him continue or if he should ask him to stop. And in the end he stays quiet but he's tensing up, looking on edge and uncertain ]

[He releases his chin so he can bring both hands to the button of his collar to start removing it with Five mirroring the same.]

Do you thinking the training is done?

[ This is loss of control on a completely different level. Not only can't he move, but his movements are controlled by someone else. Emet is saying training isn't over yet so he wonders if maybe he's trying to get him to use his time travel ability, after all, or just get him to be more at ease with scenario like these.

Or maybe he's just trying to give them both a good time. ]

—I don't know if I can handle this Hades.

[He pauses and considers for a few very long moments.]

Perhaps another time.

[He releases both the puppeteering and the paralysis as he kisses him tenderly on the forehead. He closes his eyes and relaxes in that position for a heartbeat, then two, before he cups his face with both hands.

And then he kisses him again just as forceful at the first but with more passion than biting.]

[ he bites right back, this time, before bringing his hands to his shoulders and pulling back ]

I didn't ask you to stop. I'm only informing you that I need you to be careful.

I want to keep trying.

As for the immobility, I have more than one way to administer it. You are not free if it get.

The puppetry I would only use for instruction or going beyond your limits. Not pleasure. Are you telling me you’d like otherwise?

We can work up to it and see how I fare. We start with instructions and trying to push my limits. If I don't completely freeze for reasons other than your power over me then we can try for pleasure.

[ there's a pause and then he kisses Emet on the lips again, gentle ]

Keep your reading on my soul and if I start thinking back on unpleasant ... prior encounters ... rather than you, then take a break before we continue.

I trust you.

I will not take your abilities from you. You will always have them.

[He leans his forehead against his.]

But I came here with the intent of forcing you into a position to use your time travel abilities under duress, pushing you to succeed beyond what you can do alone, and then lavish you with all the pamperings you could ever desire.

So I will push farther than you are probably comfortable with, but will keep an eye on your soul. But I do not wish for this to taint what we have, but I know you can handle it.

[He leans down to bite as his neck roughly.]

Are you prepared?

[ there's a soft sigh at that bite, and he tilts his head to give him better access, regardless of how rough he's being now ]

If you want me to time travel then you'll have to do your worst, Hades.

My worst would break you just as your worst would break me. Ever did we overachieve.

[His attempt at lightening the mood as he continues to leave bruises on his neck not bothering to cover them with softer kisses after.

He will forgo the paralysis for now, but re-engage the puppeteering though without the mirroring. Five's hands will move of their own accord to unbutton his own shirt before starting on Hades'.]

[ The kisses don't bother him - rough as they are. If anything he's clearly receptive of them, the pain being pleasant in and of itself. When Emet activates puppeteering, though, just like earlier he tenses up, panic settling in very quickly. The objective is for him to use time travel, but he does want to overcome this too. It's a weakness that can be used against him during games, after all. ]

That's — a start.

[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.]

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