Honey stared hard, his socket narrowed, eyelights overly bright, his expression one of anger and betrayal. Dark, unmoving eyes stared back, just as serious, before they finally blinked, Casper letting out a soft mew.
@graphiteskulls requested a continuation of Neglected. ( @askellie you get a tag too since I am finally doing the actual collaring this time.)
Warning: collaring kink, mild sexual content
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Edge chose the collar with care. Soft purple to match Slim’s magic. Quality leather, so it would last. Chrome spikes to guard his neck. A metal tab engraved with Edge’s nickname, so Slim and everyone would know exactly who he belonged to.
And now Slim was kneeling before him, looking up at him with trust and adoration. It left Edge breathless. He clamped a hand around Slim’s collar bone, thumb sliding over his cervical vertebrae. Where his collar would soon rest. Magic pooled in his mouth and he growled, the sound almost like a purr.
Sliding his hand up his neck, he pressed his thumb into Slim’s mandible, forcing his head back. Slim’s eyelights were dilated and his cheekbones were flushed. “You’re beautiful like this,” Edge murmured, cupping Slim’s jaw.
Slim leaned into the touch, magic flooding his mouth. He closed his sockets, and Edge’s soul clenched. “Just look at you,” he said, unable to keep the wonder out of his voice. “So good for me. So trusting. So willing.”
He brought the other hand to Slim’s neck, fingering the sensitive cartilage between his vertebrae. He massaged it, and Slim moaned, mouth falling open. “please,” he said, “edge.”
“Shhh,” Edge hushed him, forcing his mouth closed with a light click. “Don’t you trust me to look after you, sweet?” Slim groaned, pressing into Edge’s hand. “I’ll take care of you,” he promised, “Feed you. Protect you.” Leaning down, he kissed Slim, long and deep. “Pleasure you,” he said against his mouth, pulling back. “Is that what you want?”
“yes, stars, yes! just please—!”
A lighter kiss. Edge’s soul fluttered. He felt almost lightheaded. “Such a good pet.” Slim whined, and Edge reached into his pocket, pulling the collar out. He held it in front of Slim, briefly nervous—until Slim nodded frantically and pushed into his other hand. “My pet,” Edge growled, closing the collar around his neck.
He pulled back for a moment, just surveying Slim. Violet magic leaked from his joints and warmed his bones. Edge’s soul clenched and magic pooled in his pelvic cavity, hot and achy. His fingers slid beneath the collar, tugging on it.
“Perfect.”
Perfect indeed. Fuck, Kit. This was so good. The emotions really hit all the right spots.
(Brief warning for bad brother AU and implied child abuse)
Edge sat back on his heels, surveying his work. He checked it against the book, nodding to himself. Then he closed the book, closed his sockets, and tried to call up the image in his mind. (Small fingers tight around a piece a chalk. Shaking bones rattling with fear. Marrow and mana gumming his newly cracked socket.) He opened his sockets and his shoulders sagged in defeat. He couldn’t remember. Truly.
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