Late Night Take Out [Seru]

"Cute." Zen. He dropped into a crouch instantly, and let his hand snap backwards,grabbing her by the arm, and spinning as he did so, pressing her into the brick walls she had tried to press him in. He felt his right arm tear. No matter, he could fight with this level of stress.

"But stupid. My name is Stone Rival, Lapidem Rivali... Peter Emile." One hand clamped on the back of her neck now, and as he leaned in, he paused. "... Heresy." He inhaled deeply none the less. "Kaguya." He let go of her, and span her around,one hand planting itself on her shoulder, the other on her collar bone, malachite eyes staring into glowing red ones. "You are a Youma wearing her skin, but from the breasts to the face, to every detail my cursed eyes perceive... Kaguya Hoshigane." He had been down in this hell hole looking to overhear information on the current drug trade. Best to know the run of things before making a hostile take over, ne?

"Well, given you are a Youma, you do not have human rights. I suppose I can fuck you, relieve my urges, and then wipe you off the mortal coil." He looked at her then. "Unless you happen to be a good girl and explain what the fuck possessed you to attack me. Then I might let you live, given my satisfaction with the answer."

She could feel that he was holding a senbon, the long steel needle resting on her carotid artery.

"Succubus. And what are the side effects of your feeding?" He had his mouth set in a firm line. "And I would like a name." He kept his posture iron still, the senbon just lightly pulling back to let her be slightly more comfortable. "Left hand, let it move slowly down to my belt." He leaned in, and kissed her, his hand holding the Senbon suddenly going taut and straight as he pulled it back up his sleeve, while shifting to hold her less painfully against the wall. He pressed his lips against hers, keeping it chaste, but obviously wanting her to enjoy the moment...

He was shifting one hand to rest on her rear, and pressing his pelvis into hers, while growling softly in pleasure. He wanted Kaguya so badly once. Now he had her. "We are being watched. They knew I was snooping around. Your appearene was fortuitous miss. And now I am going to defenitely let you live. I might even reward you if you play well." He deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue into her mouth, and growling in pleasure, pulling back only after a few seconds. "If you can slide me into yourself while we are at it, I will let you begin taking some of my energy. Look like you are enjoying this, and you can take as much as you need. But if you do, I get to ravage every part of you."

Just fatigue? That was not exactly a matter to the man. He was a damn soldier. He continued rocking against her, giving the watchers on a show as he bit her neck, nipping at one side then the other, keeping just shy of breaking the skin, but intending to leave hickies up one side of her then down the other. "Well then, someone sounds eager. Pity I can not have you at work. I would take the edge off dealing with some of the morons they think are capable of picking up on theology. I deal with more than a few Atheists who want nothing more than to mock the status quo." He was grunting softly as he was thrusting into her more sharply now. "If I let them get a word in edgewise, they just prattle on and on in theri foolish self-deceit and conceit. God exists, so does the devil. After all, you are here, firly attached to me, and taking the edge off the frustrating night I had."

He kissed her then, trying to mechanically fuse their lips through application of pressure alone before he let up after a few minutes of taking her breath away. "Which one you are a gift from, I am not sure. Oh hang it, I am calling it both."

He let his hands sift through her hair, his motions turning into a rocking against her, pondering the affinity he once had for the moon as he began moving with the sureness and rhythm of the tides. "Or maybe that monumental bitch Chaos. It would be nice to get a reward apart form a damn short skirt wearing psychopath trying to piss in my cheerios." He grumbled again as he pounded into the succubus who seemed enamoured with the idea of having him in her. "... Wait a tic. Pink hair." He looked at her again, and sighed. "Oh god I am fraternizing with one of my co-workers." He paused a moment, breathing slightly laboured as he leaned against her. "... Ikaros... Ikaros, damnit, I saw you on the roster, I just can not place the class." She would confirm if his paranoia was panning out. It was certainly probing enough. "Because if you are, a quickie on breaks, becomes kindable doable and all."