“What kinda fun…?” Hijacker asked, eyes constantly drifting to the glass of water held just out of reach. But the Holy blade in his hand was also a bit distracting.
The Holy Warrior turned the blade over in his hand, inspecting his reflection in the gleaming metal, “not sure yet… maybe the same kind of fun you had with me last night.”
The long, dark hair of their new body stuck to their back and arms with cold sweat. They were mostly naked in this new body but had not thought much of it until that moment. Surely he would not be attracted to his own body?
The Holy Warrior stood up from the armchair, pushing his wavy, ash blonde hair back from his face, before leaning over them. Hijacker fell backwards, eyes now fully trained on that blade as it came closer. The Holy Warrior laid the flat of the blade on Hijacker’s shoulder, a few strands of hair falling from where the sharp blade touched them, “what’s your name, little demon?”
HIjacker bristled at the word ‘little’ but the blade kissing the side of their neck made them answer calmly. “I’m a Hijacker demon… I don’t have a name.” Hijacker couldn’t help but lean slightly away from the sword.
The Holy Warrior chuckled at some joke he didn’t deign to let the demon in on and said, “alright. Jackie then.” He tapped the blade on their shoulder. “Call me Atlas.”
Hijacker’s eyes flicked between the blade and the Holy Warrior’s face, “… Atlas.”
The smile that spread across the Holy Warrior’s face seemed strangely genuine… But only for a moment before bemused cruelty settled back in, “now that the pleasantries are out of the way, time for some fun.”
Without moving the blade, Atlas leaned in, face coming closer. Hijacker remembered that cup of water they so desperately craved when they felt it’s cold condensation on Atlas’ fingers as he cupped their jaw.
Hijacker tried to jerk their head away, “it wasn’t for fun! I would’ve died if I didn’t!”
The hand gripping their jaw tightened, bruising, and forced Hijacker to look up into his storm gray eyes. “I really don’t care about the reason. Eye for a fucking eye, beast.” And Hijacker’s lips were consumed in a kiss.
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