incandesce (mature) (whitewulf)
08 June 2024
Sometimes White Knight locked the door behind them and put Biowulf down on the ground and towered over him, height and solid weight and presence, and Biowulf's breath skipped completely out of his chest. Seeing him from down low made White Knight that much grander, the harsh industrial lighting glinting knifelike off the white polish of his armor, an eerie backlit glow casting him inhuman. If Biowulf wasn't already on his back he would have gone to his knees. White Knight had him on the concrete with one heavy foot pinning his hips flush to the floor, metal heel against a metal body, pushing until Biowulf's hip nearly warped under the pressure. He jerked under it; not away. Biowulf had been told twice today already not to call him master, so he didn't, but the shape of the word swam clear between them.Later he would forget exactly the way White Knight phrased it. It wasn't "there's something I'd like to try." Not "let me try this." White Knight looked down at him, that half-disgust on his face, and said, like a warning, "I'm going to try something." The promise was a threat. He wouldn't forget White Knight shifting down against him, knee pressing into his ribs. Just the bearing weight made him delirious, pathetic and slavering, panting in whimpering tones. White Knight always scoffed hearing it but his face would sharpen into something carnivorous every time. "Don't move," White Knight said, and pressed a hand to Biowulf's stomach.
The sudden jolting pain shattered through him. He was glass dropped from a height - he felt it in the ends of his claws, the points of his ears, the usually-quiet nanites in his blood screaming to life, ricocheting off the insides of him, bright devastating panic that clutched at his heart and his lungs and his nerves. The hurt scattered across every surface of him, so much that he might have passed out except that the nanites were vividly awake. He couldn't pinpoint it until suddenly he could, the spread star of White Knight's hand on his belly, buzzing electricity, and he couldn't focus tightly enough to see White Knight's face, he wanted to see it, he wanted to memorize the narrowing of White Knight's eyes. The pain coursed on, unbearable, until it condensed down, a shift of White Knight's palm, and then Biowulf couldn't see him at all, all the razor-edge shock blooming hot between his hips, still forcing his heart out of its rhythm and clenching all his muscles but now with a violent wrench to his systems like White Knight had found the trigger inside him to wake up a series of almost-forgotten nerve endings. The pain kept on, and he thought maybe White Knight had pushed his hand inside of him, through the planes of his stomach, held tight to whatever structures twisted inside his gut now and pulled - he wasn't keeping still, not like how his master had told him, he wasn't - the pain still lasted - it felt, not like White Knight had ripped him open and fucked him, but like he'd skipped straight to the core of it, fingers and palm and golden-bright electricity scraping him raw -
His vision went white -
The stagnant air, the concrete floor, the creak of metal were a sudden cold wash over him. For some time he could not see, until his nanites finally settled and reconnected, and he stared hazily at the ceiling for a while longer. He had clawed so deeply at the ground that one of his claws had snapped. It ached, but forgettably. White Knight was only a bloom of white with a faint yellowish blur where his visor must have been; Biowulf turned his gaze there until enough clarity came back to his vision that he could see the whites of his master's eyes, startled wide. He tried to speak and failed, voice ruined. For the best. He would have only spoken the name 'master.'
White Knight had pulled away. Despite the skittering aftershocks of pain, Biowulf arched up towards his touch. He only barely brushed against White Knight's fingertips; it was enough to catch his attention. By then he had the presence to watch as White Knight's expression turned sharp and almost-hungry, tongue darting out to wet his lips. White Knight flexed his hand, then set it back where it had been, fingers spanning Biowulf's ribcage.
"There's a chance this breaks you," he said, not coolly, voice low. "I have two more charges.”