"I know how to relax." His expression didn't change, even as Xaldin grabbed him and attempted to undress him. When his zipper was half down, Saïx reached forward and grabbed Xaldin by the neck, quite nearly choking him. He leaned forward like he was going to kiss him, but instead he bit down firmly on his lip, hard enough to draw blood.
After a moment, he pulled back enough to speak. "You'll do what I say, without delay or questioning, if you want to touch me."
When Saix grabbed him on the neck, he began to feel himself being unable to breathe. He smirked still, even as his lip was pulled back and he began to bleed. As if right on time, his spears were floating up, pointing right at Saix's back.
"No. Give me a reason to listen to you rather than pin you to the wall and take you."
He could feel the movement of the spears as they aligned themselves over his back, and just as quickly his Claymore was pressed between them, just a hair away from slicing Xaldin's throat.
"Put them away," he growled, pushing down against his blade so that it weighed even more heavily on his chest and the blade lightly grazed his neck.
"Then get your hand off of me." He was just as determined as Saix was about being in charge, Xaldin wasn't going to bend over for him. "Pull back and step away and I'll consider obeying."
Saïx moved his claymore by about an inch. It was still pressed to Xaldin's chest, but it was no longer pressing against his neck. It was the closest he would get to what he wanted until he put away his lances. "After you."
Xaldin smirked and pulled his lances back by one inch. "Now your turn." He wasn't too scared of Saix, but he also wasn't going to let the man win so damn easily.
Xaldin was bigger than him, but that didn't mean he'd give in like that. He had plenty of strength to match him with as he was now, but he could overpower him in strength alone if he was in berserk mode.
But none of that really mattered right now. There were better ways to solve this than with brute force, since they were getting nowhere with this standoff. He steps back far enough to pull his claymore out from between them, switch it from a front grip to a back hand grip and angle it up to guard his back. It was a swift movement and almost as quickly as he moved away, he pressed back in until they were chest to chest.
Saïx ground his hips forward, rubbing up against him. It did seem that sex was Xaldin's plan when he followed him into the room. "Put the lances away if you want this."
When Saix began to rub against him, their cocks growing hard with the friction, he had lost. He was going to make Saix bottom the best he could, but there was no sense in fighting when he got what he wanted. His lances disappeared as he grabbed Saix's collar. "Let's make this good." He growled out, moving in to force him into a hard kiss.
The lances disappeared and while Xaldin pulled him into a rough kiss, he put his claymore away. It was a rather arousing kiss, but Saïx was not about to let him take the upper hand with it.
He slid his hand up along his neck, then across his cheek before grabbing his jaw in a vise grip. "I didn't say you could kiss me. You do something without my permission again and my claymore will be the least of your worries. Understand?"
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After a moment, he pulled back enough to speak. "You'll do what I say, without delay or questioning, if you want to touch me."
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"No. Give me a reason to listen to you rather than pin you to the wall and take you."
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"Put them away," he growled, pushing down against his blade so that it weighed even more heavily on his chest and the blade lightly grazed his neck.
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Except he wasn't. Not even close.
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But none of that really mattered right now. There were better ways to solve this than with brute force, since they were getting nowhere with this standoff. He steps back far enough to pull his claymore out from between them, switch it from a front grip to a back hand grip and angle it up to guard his back. It was a swift movement and almost as quickly as he moved away, he pressed back in until they were chest to chest.
Saïx ground his hips forward, rubbing up against him. It did seem that sex was Xaldin's plan when he followed him into the room. "Put the lances away if you want this."
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He slid his hand up along his neck, then across his cheek before grabbing his jaw in a vise grip. "I didn't say you could kiss me. You do something without my permission again and my claymore will be the least of your worries. Understand?"