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Liberty and Death (Viktoff Samson x Lilbreadstick18)

Cierra gasped and clapped her hands on her mouth, trying so hard to keep quiet. She bit her lip under her hands, doing more to keep herself silent as she squirmed against Oten. Her heart raced, her whole body pulsing with pleasure as she pushed against Oten's lips. Her legs shook and her thighs clenched a bit around him. Cierra was quickly building tension in her core... Something she had never felt before, but it wasn't unpleasant. As it built up, she finally let that tension release and she bit down harder on her lip, shutting her eyes tight and furrowing her brows. Her whole body shook and she pushed her hips up against him, hitting an amazing orgasm that lasted a bit longer than she had expected. After a moment, she finally pulled her hands away from her mouth to catch her breath, glancing down at Oten. "Oh... Oten that.. that was so lovely," she said, sighing.
 
His movements and his grip on her sides immediately moved in response to the release, as though he wasn't just holding her and looking her and looking at her face. He was paying careful attention to her breathing, the way she moved her body and even her hips around his head were signs that she was taking it all very well. He could be happy this way, he'd think, feeling her let it all go with the hand over her mouth as the makeshift attempt at dampening her sounds. He wouldn't let her sides go or pull away until he was certain she was finished, but he wasn't quite on point as he didn't raise his head from her until he could hear her words and they brought a smile to his wet face. In a way unlike normal smiles, his kakugan brightened just a little as though it would break under the tension of the feeling raising in his chest. But, it didn't release even as he brought himself closer to her face with his hands and knees against the floor. He didn't say a word at first, listening to her sigh with her body now shrouded beneath his own. "You did great, too." He whispered before pecking at her throat with his lips.
 
Cierra raised her chin a bit, offering Oten easier access to her neck, and smiled. She reached up and wrapped her arms around him, tangling her fingers through his hair. Her face burned bright red but for once, it wasn't just pure shy and embarrassed feelings. It also burned with happiness, a fulfillment that she had never felt. She pulled back, then leaned up to kiss Oten, sliding her lips onto his so that his bottom lip was between hers. She bit him teasingly, then pulled back to look into his kakugan. "Oten? Has anyone ever told you that you're absolutely gorgeous?" she asked, with a warm smile. All of this was coming to her so suddenly, out of nowhere, but it was a side to her that Cierra felt had always been missing. Part of her was so terrified of all of this, but so much of her screamed that it was so right, just what she needed. Cierra embraced that part and stared into Oten's eyes, the smile not even beginning to fade from her face. He really was gorgeous, and she was so glad that she had met him. She brought a hand forward to stroke his cheek and tucked a bit of hair behind his ear.
 
When did he forget that he loved the feeling of lithe fingers running through his hair? A gentle warmth was encased in the black leather that could be referred to as his heart. It was the red of her face that he knew he could never reject, the youthful burning desire for what she believes to be right that he couldn't possibly deny, and her harmonious voice that would forever reach his ears. And yet, he yearned to be free of the guilt that crushed him. This was a weight he couldn't slip away from, that he couldn't logically remove from his back and it was so overwhelming. He'd smile a little wider at her comment, the kiss she placed upon his moderately bottom lip making his teeth show in his resulting smile. "Yeah. Believe it or not, there's a ghoul out there who wants to be me. And it's so weird." He described this much as he was slowly remembering what he was doing right up to the event that he got in over his head in CCG members.
 
Cierra tilted her head, curious at the sudden change in his attitude. "What do you mean?" she asked, staring into his kakugan. She loved his smile, and never wanted that to fade, but that comment was very peculiar, especially given their situation. She pulled him up to lay on her chest and stroked his hair gently, letting out a soft sigh. He was... cold, but not in an unpleasant way. More like ice cream on a hot day. She placed another kiss on the top of his head, continuing to comb her fingers through his hair, thinking about braiding it just to mess with him. She giggled to herself and looked down at Oten, pulling him a bit closer.
 
He moved with her arms to lay on her chest, smiling a little softer but gently closing his eyes and clearly enjoying the position he was in. It would seem that he was just a touch less warm than she'd be at all times and that was a curious find to him. In contrast, this is why he felt cool to the touch when she touched him. Oten didn't really want to think about the individual, but as she asked he could feel the tree grow and the branches reveal themselves and it was impossible to not think about him. "I mean, he thinks of himself as a little brother of mine. And he thinks I'm what I am because I hurt people in the past, so he hurts people now. When he first met me, I wasn't in any position to challenge that notion... I couldn't have been lower." He bit his bottom lip just a little as his voice grew a little darker. "I was alone."
 
Cierra nodded, running one hand slowly through his hair while the other ran along his cheek, down his jaw and felt his chest. He was so smooth, so comforting.. She smiled and held him close. "That must be really difficult..." She struggled to find the words that she was looking for, but eventually settled. "You just have to remember that he's not your responsibility. You did the best that you could... given your situation. And he made his decisions entirely independent of you. I don't know what we can do about him now, but he's not your problem. None of that will be your problem anymore." She sighed, letting her chest heave a bit, and breathed into his hair. She wanted him to stay as long as he could, but knew that wasn't really realistic. She just wanted him to be safe, and happy. But... if he couldn't stay, then she would go, Cierra decided. She would be anywhere that Oten was.
 
Assuming he'd let her, of course. He didn't even dream of the possibility that she'd wish to go with him when it came time to face his reality once more. He didn't even consider it in the moment as he enjoyed being felt like a calming rock she found on a beach. A smooth surface, as though his skin was once jagged a millennia ago and the salty water crashing over him refined the edges. "You're right." He surrendered with his eyes still closed, clearly being entirely unwilling to do much more than enjoy her presence to the fullest. Oten wouldn't strike up a debate about what was or wasn't his responsibility purely because he desired to greatly reduce how much of his problems she'd contend with. She didn't get him separated from his uncle, she didn't make him eat people(ghouls included), she was far from the reason he can't afford himself even an ounce of trust. It was her fingers that introduced the first succinct divide between his active thoughts and his tremendous crippling guilt. "He's probably looking for me." Oten opened his eyes and muttered these words entirely contrary to his prior convictions, absentmindedly introducing her to more of the topic instead of keeping her safe from it. No, his presence here made her all the more susceptible to the violence and horror of truly wretched monsters. Wretched monsters just as terrible as he was. "If he finds this place I'll have to go."
 
Cierra shrugged and settled in, lying back a bit more. "Then let him. I don't know where we can go from here, but I'm sure we'll figure it out..." She closed her eyes sleepily and thought about what she knew of outside of her home. It wasn't much.. She knew a few humans that were friendly with ghouls, and they may be able to stay there, but the humans would be taking a big risk. She was sure that Oten had plenty of experience in living on the streets that they would be alright, but she was unsure of where they would sleep, how they would keep each other safe. But it didn't matter. As she laid there with him, some part of her was absolutely certain that no matter what happened, she and Oten would be alright in the end, even happy. She sighed with this thought and began drifting off, her breathing growing heavy.
 
Oten's arms tightened around her. Could she survive in the world out there? He couldn't imagine what might happen to her if he had to do something. He'd fail to answer her question as his body let go of a grip on consciousness as he returned to the almost death-like rest she'd seen from him before. Even with a nourished and repaired body he slept like a dead person with breathe so soft that it was possible to miss without having something small to place before his nostril to test for any movement of air whatsoever. As though he were military-trained or beaten and battered in childhood to maintain a rigid and disciplined mockery of a corpse as he slept, he didn't break from it in the least and he was gone. Nightmares didn't haunt him, dreams didn't caress him, he was somewhere between the reality of life and a metaphysical world that could only exist from exactly the right perspective and faith. A dream without love, a nightmare without fear. As his mind would mend, the lines that kept what was wrong from what was right were properly blended. In a way he drifted ever closer to the thin skin-like membrane that imprisoned what truly haunted him about himself. Feeling the pull, hearing the pleas.

His eyes opened, and like before- He'd pause in awe. What place was this? He was unusually distant from the hunger that used to pain him. Warm, soft, he held a woman in his arms. And then it all returned to him gradually once more, and he'd smile before cuddling Cierra.
 
Cierra stirred and woke. Where was she? She jumped as she felt arms around her, then looked up to see Oten and smiled. That's right.. She fell asleep with him, in the basement. She wasn't sure what woke her, but she was wide awake now, looking up at Oten as he slept. He really did look dead, lying perfectly still and she giggled. He'd make a great actor. She snuggled closer to him and thought about her life with him.

She had always wanted to get a home in the mountains, secluded, the perfect place to paint. She figured she would live alone, or with a cat, and spend her days and nights painting, then selling those paintings to interested buyers, maybe even museums. But now, all of that looked different. She envisioned Oten there with her, waking up on a lazy Saturday morning next to him, sitting and painting the mountainside as he read a book, or... What did Oten do? She suddenly realized that she had no clue what any of his hobbies were. She made note to ask him when he woke up, then continued her daydream, thinking about touring art museums with him and having a picnic in a field, all those cheesy things that she never thought she would get, and Cierra soon fell back to sleep.
 
As she awoke and fell asleep, Oten was awake with his eyes closed. In a way, he'd be monitoring her like this and coming to understand how to better succeed in moving without making her stay awake unduly. It'd oddly weigh heavily on him if he felt as though he robbed her of her sleep. Just like everything else that ate at Oten's heart and devoured his self-image, doing anything that could remotely be perceived as causing her harm would mess him up just as bad. In fact, he felt somewhat alien as he held her in his arms. He could feel in his heart that they were compatible to make offspring, but he knew he was a beast from a whole different world compared to her own. And it soured his stomach to come to the conclusion that he'd hurt her without meaning too, eventually. It had to be all put completely factual as long as he remained close to her like this.

He needed a moment to breathe, his strong emotions tied to her suffocating him as he remained in this wonderful position with her.

The escape was unlike any motion he's let her observe from him, just like the way he cut away the torn pieces of his sneakers from his feat from before, he'd slither up from her to his feet without so much as shifting a hair on her head or making a sound or even dragging an ounce of his body against her own. Part of him wanted desperately to whisper something lovely to her, but he bit his lip a little and committed to the plan. Waking her was just too unfortunate of a possibility. He'd approach the coffee she brought downstairs, sniffing it before he'd pick the pot up in his palms and press the pour tip to his lips and gradually bring the black liquid right into his mouth. It wasn't so aggressive that it'd escape him, and yet it was far from elegant as he neglected his cup and rather swiftly accepted the somewhat aged beverage into his gut. His Kakugan would seem somewhat dulled as well, as though his eyes were greyed by his morning haze.
 
Cierra stirred and rolled over, stretching her arm out looking for Oten without opening her eyes. When she didn't feel anything, she sat up quickly, looking around, but soon noticed Oten standing by the coffee pot, apparently having just finished it off. She smiled, and lied back down, holding her head up by propping her elbow. She watched him fiddling with things, wiping his mouth, and she smiled happily, content with lying wrapped in the blankets and watching him.

Her eyes drifted closed for a moment and she decided to try to keep herself awake by bugging Oten. She tugged herself out of the blankets as quietly as she could, still a bit bleary, and snuck up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and playfully biting on his shoulder. A little bit of her worried that this would annoy him, but she decided to shoot for it, wanting to develop a little bit more playfulness with him.
 
Of course, if he we really losing himself like he thought, then her attempt to sneak up on him from behind would end in sudden death. Luckily for them both, he was well and truly in control of his faculties and probably would remain this way. His smile growing wider at her bite with the feeling of her arms around his waist making a touch restless. He'd want to flip her around and play with her in the blankets more, but he figured at this hour it'd behoove them to be quieter than that'd entail. He was very aware of how little or how much clothing she was wearing, and that excited him further. The moment to suck down all of the coffee was all that he needed to gather himself and catch his breathe before he did anything he shouldn't have, he was pretty clear headed now.

"Catching breakfast, hmm?" He mused as he glanced back at her, leaning into her just a little.
 
Cierra giggled and bit a little harder, just barely not enough to break skin. "Mhmmm I'm starvingggg," she whined, pulling away from him. She checked the clock that she had left downstairs and realized that by now, both of her parents must have left for work. Before she did anything, though, she knew she ought to check. Cierra turned to the bed and dug out her clothes, hesitantly tugging them on and unable to keep her eyes off of Oten.

"I'm going to go upstairs and make sure my parents are gone. I'll make us some more coffee and grab breakfast too. Do you want anything?" She gently tugged the false wall open, standing in the crack of the door and looking back at Oten, blushing as she let her eyes wander.
 
She could have stopped and ignited his heart over and over a thousand times during that single sentence with the way she played with her voice and tightened the bite on his shoulder. Letting her eat a part of him would have been perfectly fine by him, in fact it'd probably be more romantic than anything humans could ever truly do for each other. Only in a sense, though. And he knew it'd be way too dark for his finely bred, and royally raised princess. He should shelter her from what lies behind the wall, after all. Once she moved away to get dressed, he watched her watching him as she pulled her clothing on, smiling for her still.

Even while she was at the door, looking back at him with her eyes in much less innocent places and a blush over her face, he watched her in return. "Anything in particular? You know what I like by now." He joked softly before leaning his back up against a wall and folding his arms, appearing as though he were gearing up for a mild wait.
 
Cierra blushed and rolled her eyes before advancing on Oten, not taking her eyes from his. She reached forward, parting her lips... then snagged the coffee pot and ran out of the room laughing. She left the door open and bounced up the stairs two at a time. Once in the kitchen, she washed out the pot then set another pot to brew, making sure everything was in order. Before anything else, she peered out the window to the driveway. Empty. Her parents were gone and she and Oten had the house to themselves. She smiled softly, excited for a full day with him, then turned and began making breakfast, mostly reheating flesh from the night before.

While it was in the microwave, Cierra hopped down the hall to her room, changing into another pair of pajamas and running a comb through her hair. At the ding of the microwave, she dropped her brush on her dresser and hurried to the kitchen, organizing one platter of meat and two small serving plates. She then hurried over and snagged the coffee pot, trying to keep the platter of meat balanced on one hand. She very carefully tiptoed down the stairs and pushed into Oten's room, back first. "Breakfast!!" she called cheerfully.
 
In the time the very fairytale princess spent gathering breakfast upstairs, Oten did exactly what he didn't want to do. His mind unraveled once more, and luckily he could fit the pieces back together in the sound of silence without losing himself or saying something he'd wish she never heard. With a single hand over his right eye, he'd smirk to her back end as she entered the room with coffee and two plates of meat. It'd still be a little jarring to him, the way she was raised, but he knew he couldn't be lord of frowns with her presence choking out the terrible whispers behind his ears. "I tell which of these three wonderful breakfast items I shouldn't dig into first." He mused, adding her to the numbers with a clever pacing to his words. He wouldn't wait for her to get herself oriented before snagging the platter and coffee, setting them both down on the floor before himself as he sat crosslegged.

It wouldn't take a detective to figure out what her volume and daring amount of breakfast meant for whether they were alone or not. "Where would you like to sit?" He asked, looking up to her with his bangs partially covering his eyes. There were a number of silly and straightforward options, but he left open the opportunity for more body contact as well.
 
Cierra tilted her head as he spoke, handing him the breakfast. "Three... items?" She looked down at the tray, at the meat and the coffee, before it suddenly clicked and her eyes went wide. "Oh! I, uh-" Cierra's face blossomed bright red and she brought her hands to her chest, her fingertips resting at her collarbones almost protectively. She glanced at the bed, the wall, the tray, anywhere but Oten. She took a breath and moved to sit down next to him, jabbing him in the side with her elbow. "You're an idiot," she said with a nervous laugh. No one had ever said anything like that to her, and she really wasn't sure how to respond. Cierra didn't want to respond with a no, but she felt that an outright "yes" would just sound slutty... She rolled her eyes and sighed, resting her head on his shoulder for a moment.
 
Cierra's elbow didn't make much headway into Oten's side, his small playful grunt in response coming out almost just to make her feel a little better. He didn't take her comment to heart, knowing how entirely unlike the rest of her opinions of him had been thus far. Maybe he'd say he was an idiot, if it came from anyone else he'd probably just agree. Cierra's head on his shoulder was more than enough of a sign to him that there was more going on. Did he put her under a spotlight too quickly? Perhaps he should have avoided crude humor like that. It wasn't easy to discern precisely what might be weighing on her, and the last thing he wanted to do was to put more on her plate too quickly. After an extended look from his barely obscured kakugan, he'd stop watching her and began to eat and drink slowly. In a way, he'd try to be more civil with the human meat and cup of coffee, trying to ease whatever was bothering his adorable savior in any way he could.

Unbeknownst to the lone duo, a danger slithered its way right into the neighborhood and already kicked up an impromptu investigation with the primary target being Oten. A problem child from his recent past twisted the arms of the street ghouls that may have seen where Oten vanished off too. A momentarily innocent face wrenches itself with delight as discomfort and pain enters the bodies of those who are seemingly uninvolved.
 
Cierra sighed and took a bite of the meat. With the lack of comment from Oten, she assumed that he was just going to let it slide. She was glad, as right after she had said that she realized that he might take it to heart. She turned and looked at Oten then suddenly leaned up and kissed him on the lips, softly, but with a bit of desperation.

He was so kind, so good to her, and she had never really known another ghoul other than her parents. They wanted so desperately to live a normal life, and she was sick of it. Sick of pretending that she was human, trying to blend in when she couldn't. Oten was like a full breath of fresh air, a reminder that she was real, ghouls were very real, thinking, living, breathing creatures. She just wanted to embrace what she was, live as a ghoul with pride, rather than hide in the shadows as she had done all her life. This might be her chance to show Oten what a normal life was like, but it was also her chance to taste what it really meant to be a ghoul...
 
Of course Oten didn't feel like he earned Cierra's consideration, much less her soft lips pressing against his own as his skin began to dissolve the warmth she put into the aire around him just for coming closer. He didn't capitalize on the need he felt her lips after she pulled back. His eyes narrowed just a bit as he watched her, searching her seemingly human gaze carefully with the small smile he wore. Perhaps Oten wouldn't give himself enough credit for his poster-worthy good looks, but he knew how to keep his soft-skinned savior on her toes. Seizing this moment to do something uncouth or pulling away from her now would be far too predictable. He couldn't let himself decay away before he got the opportunity to make her happy now, and even though it was wholesome to have something left to live life for, he didn't feel so incredibly tired of carrying all of his guilt. "That was nice, but you should tell me what's on your mind with words if you're looking for answers." He spoke to her without even raising his voice to an indoor volume, lending her his words just loud enough to be heard. He'd take a sip of coffee before setting his cup down, this time removing his hand from the side of the cup where his index finger grew so very warm. Just as he pressed this warm finger to her lips, he'd wink and tilt his head to unveil his eyes momentarily from his bangs. "Not that I wouldn't enjoy an attempt to tap into some absurd sense of ghoul mind reading through vigorous lip on lip practice with you."

The trail was thin and easy to follow for the ghoulboy whose brain seemed blended with the way he moved so violently and unnaturally. Long silver hair and countless coat knickknacks hovering in the air for just an instance before flying after the overly dressed and thin male. His nose could catch the scent of ghouls and humans alike, even lending him information that wasn't readily available, even to fellow ghouls. He could practically taste the RC cell quality, quantity and variety inside each given human or ghoul sample as he slung himself from dark alleyway to empty street and vice versa. He didn't trust every bit of info his victims screamed out in hopes of saving themselves from his 'harvest', but there had to have been something to the story he was piecing together. The essence of his dearest older brother surrounded him as he moved from blood splotch to blood trail, almost sneering at the concept that something challenged the ghoul he respected most in this fashion. But, he didn't imagine for a second that Oten was finally slain, like their friends suggested. Even if the guy got a bit whiny and self-sacrificial when he diverged from his precious prescription of ripe mountains of nasty ghoul flesh. Even his super strong and passionately dedicated little brother could barely stomach the stuff.
 
Cierra furrowed her brows as he spoke, strangely frustrated that he still wanted to talk. She had gotten nervous, tried to distract him, but he could still read into her and know that something was on her mind. No one had ever really been able to do that before... She smiled and nodded, taking a sip of her coffee before sighing and leaning against him. "Trust me, I'll gladly take either. But if you really want to know what's on my mind..." She took a long drink of her coffee before setting it down and leaning against him, staring up at the ceiling. "It's just... I've never really met another ghoul. Sure, I've got my parents, and the few kids I knew when I was younger. But my parents are so hellbent on being 'normal' that I don't get to experience what it's really like to be a ghoul. It's like I've been stuck under this mask my whole life and with you, I finally get to take it off and breath a little.." Her voice trailed off a bit and her face turned hot as she realized her small confession, realized that she had admitted how important he was to her, but she didn't take it back. She sat in silence, waiting for his answer.
 
In a raw sense, Oten felt as though Cierra held a certain quality at her core that he could tap into and understand with or without her permission or even alerting her to it's presence. His Kagune, as mysterious as it was, functioned in a similar way. Before his victims knew it, he was inside and breaking them down without even a second thought. And yet, with this ghoul living the life of a human, Oten didn't feel any desire to break her down or force her to learn any sort of lesson to quell his indignation. He'd listen to her carefully as she sat her cup down, reminding himself that her words can't actually be directly delivered from the heart as both humans and ghouls are ignorant to their biases, including himself. And, as he words began to dance within his ears, he'd silently wish they were untainted by desires and motives like human words so commonly could be. It'd mean nothing to him if he didn't know for sure, but he felt something warm in his chest and he her skin wouldn't like to his hands as he held her close and felt her almost passionately, watching he eyes as they floated right up to the ceiling. "It seems heavy, but that mask has it's value, right?" Oten's voice was still quiet and just for her as he uttered each one and pulled her closer, practically surrounding her with his cleaned body and handsome face even if he wasn't smiling much anymore.

"But, it'd be criminal of me to leave you suffocating forever as I take the easy way out..." He seemed to be prepared to snake his way into another sentance almost immediately after his final one, but it trailed off and his lips parted as he watched her so close to him. "Even without a house to call home, or biological parents wtih their rules, with you... I can breath a little too."
 
Cierra smiled softly and looked up at Oten. He was opening up to her, so much more than she had expected and she was glad that she could make him feel comfortable. "I suppose there's value in knowing how to put on the mask... I'm just glad that I can take it off around you." She sat quietly, thinking about her relationship with Oten. This might not go anywhere, and he may decide to leave once he's totally healed, but for now, Cierra could daydream about the possibilities. Hunting with him (though she still wasn't sure of that experience), or meeting other ghouls that he might know. Maybe even visiting those local ghoul shops that she had heard about, the ones that were a sort of secret meeting place for ghouls.

Cierra's heart skipped a beat as she realized that she had finally found someone that she could be totally and completely honest with. She could tell Oten anything. She didn't worry that she would scare him off or upset him because he is so independent. So confident and sure of himself. She tried to hide her blush by turning away and reaching for her coffee mug, scooting a bit further to keep him from feeling the heat of her cheeks.
 
He'd snake his arm around he and pull her closer just as her body moved to scoot away. He couldn't keep her from looking away, but he smiled and snuck a kiss from her neck as she was looking away. "Careful. My senses aren't too dulled from getting my ass kicked. I can smell that blush a mile away." He teased and used hyperbole as he smiled for her very softly. He didn't know where he was going, or what he was going to do, but he knew what he deserved... And it definitely wasn't a long happy life with such a wonderful woman. And this guilt would continue to weigh on him, even as he enjoyed the time with her anyway. How could he look her in the eyes and remind her that he was waiting to die? It's not what he wants, but what he truly deserved. He was heartbroken by the injustice of this world, and he contributed to that injustice with each breathe. Why him? Why her? It's so unfair, he wanted to frown just thinking about it. But, feeling her warmth and looking upon the sight of his personal angel kept his soft and graceful smile that clashed so greatly with his evil eyes.

"I just... Let's get outside at some point. I'm cleaned now, and I can use some clothes. It might have to be at night."
 
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