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CAUSTIC
Valentine's day was an old, archaic holiday that had managed to survive the test of time through consumerism and business. Caustic knew few of the legends toted to their business on the holiday. Makoa visited his husband and Elliot left to get laid in a club somewhere. Alexander had spent a few of his valentines with Luc. Typically, they had a nice dinner somewhere then laid in bed together. They were simple.
Last year, Octavio had come to his lab, despite Caustic's full intentions to be alone that year. Establishing rules and boundaries for Octavio only drove him break them. Octavio had shoved all the papers off of one of Caustic's counters, looked him deal in the eye and dropped a vial of acid upon the tile. Shoving his face in it like a bad dog only drove him to do it again.
Caustic, though he would never admit to it, enjoyed Octavio's presence. Someone so willing to fling their body into death and danger, into Caustic's natural high-risk situation. It was entertaining, enjoyable... Caustic's tail wagged as he thought of Octavio dying to an altered compound of his gas, then returning the next morning to demand to do it again.
Octavio understood Caustic's lack of tenderness, understood his walls, and understood Caustic's goals.
Caustic had been tender with Luc.
Never again.
He missed Octavio, though. There was the feeling of empty loss in his chest, a loss of project and work. He spent too much time and energy obsessing over Octavio's body and watching him squirm underneath his gaze. He could picture Octavio's body in his iron grip, counting each scar and their placement.
Caustic was brought out of his day dream at the sound of voices. It didn't quite sound right. He took a scent of the air, trying to figure if there was someone down here. He was reminded of his new neighbor, the injured bobcat, and grimaced. The wolf had made a home in the caves to be alone. And now, he had a neighbor that he wanted as much distance from as possible. Caustic wasn't sure how the Pitt would feel if they found out about his experiments in the caves, and would rather his caged monkeys go unnoticed by Kydobi. As long as Micheal understood Caustic's need for privacy, they shouldn't have any issues. A cough left him.
Caustic stood in the doorway, his ears and tail perked up, shadow eclipsing the mouth of Micheal's cave. Gas leaked from the corners of his mouth in a fine stream. The wolf's head tilted silently, green eyes locking onto the voice recorder. His tail begun a slow wag in interest. His gaze scanned over Micheal, a mental assessment. "You seem to be in distress."
Last year, Octavio had come to his lab, despite Caustic's full intentions to be alone that year. Establishing rules and boundaries for Octavio only drove him break them. Octavio had shoved all the papers off of one of Caustic's counters, looked him deal in the eye and dropped a vial of acid upon the tile. Shoving his face in it like a bad dog only drove him to do it again.
Caustic, though he would never admit to it, enjoyed Octavio's presence. Someone so willing to fling their body into death and danger, into Caustic's natural high-risk situation. It was entertaining, enjoyable... Caustic's tail wagged as he thought of Octavio dying to an altered compound of his gas, then returning the next morning to demand to do it again.
Octavio understood Caustic's lack of tenderness, understood his walls, and understood Caustic's goals.
Caustic had been tender with Luc.
Never again.
He missed Octavio, though. There was the feeling of empty loss in his chest, a loss of project and work. He spent too much time and energy obsessing over Octavio's body and watching him squirm underneath his gaze. He could picture Octavio's body in his iron grip, counting each scar and their placement.
Caustic was brought out of his day dream at the sound of voices. It didn't quite sound right. He took a scent of the air, trying to figure if there was someone down here. He was reminded of his new neighbor, the injured bobcat, and grimaced. The wolf had made a home in the caves to be alone. And now, he had a neighbor that he wanted as much distance from as possible. Caustic wasn't sure how the Pitt would feel if they found out about his experiments in the caves, and would rather his caged monkeys go unnoticed by Kydobi. As long as Micheal understood Caustic's need for privacy, they shouldn't have any issues. A cough left him.
Caustic stood in the doorway, his ears and tail perked up, shadow eclipsing the mouth of Micheal's cave. Gas leaked from the corners of his mouth in a fine stream. The wolf's head tilted silently, green eyes locking onto the voice recorder. His tail begun a slow wag in interest. His gaze scanned over Micheal, a mental assessment. "You seem to be in distress."
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