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[therushingsky]

Rhys tries to reach for Betelgeuse's hair, but the chain on his other wrist keeps him too high to make contact.

"I'm not scared of you." He says, softly, "You keep me-- kind of off balance? But I came down here because I trust you not to fuck me up. Because we're friends and we-- y'know, we care about each other."

[beejfu]

"Believe me, Rhysball, nothing would give me more happiness than to fuck you up, but I'm trying to be good now."

He explains, his head propped up by his fists as he meets Rhys' eyes blearily. He doesn't get up to unchain him from the wall.

"This sucks. Being alive and having all these emotions suck. I feel bad about shit now; I didn't know that was POSSIBLE."

[therushingsky]

"Aw, come on, we didn't come down here to make you feel bad."

Rhys offers, consolingly,

"But-- maybe that's a good thing? You're having feelings! Making progress! You're gonna be outta here in no time!"

Then, a short pause.

"Also, y'know, there's definitely a low key amount of fucking me up that would probably make me like you more."

[beejfu]

He sniffles. Looks up.

"R-really? Not like, flay all the skin from your bones and wear it like a skin puppet but more like...sexy whipping?"

[therushingsky]

"Oh wow yeah, not the first one."

Rhys says, emphatically,

"But yeah, sexy whipping. I'm totally into that."

[beejfu]

He nods, and mutters under his breath;

"And it's not like...it was so awful about the bath shit, don't get me wrong, but I kind of like it when you did it."

"Is this what negotiating kinks are? I feel like we should be writing this down."

[therushingsky]

"Yeah. Wow. We're probably should have talked about this a couple of hours ago."

Rhys observes,

"But yeah, that's what we're doing. Sometimes it's nice having someone else, take control and push your boundaries out a bit, and do stuff that you definitely wouldn't be okay with if you hadn't given them permission."

[beejfu]

"Or at least until I chained you to the wall and you rubbed lice shampoo into my short and curlies." He climbs to his feet grudgingly, to go help Rhys down.

"It seems so...uh. Shit." He rattles Rhys' wrist.

"You don't have a key for this thing, do you?"

[therushingsky]

"I can live with being chained to the wall."

Rhys replies, then the penny drops.

"Buuuuuut, not permanently. Damn it-- Maybe check the shelves?"

Immediately twisting his robot arm, like he's going to be able to squish his completely non-flexible limb out of the non-flexible manacle.

[beejfu]

"Jesus. You'd think a hidden torture room onboard a prison ship would have better organization." He says, heading for the lightswitch and then to hunt around.

"On the bright side, I found the boltcutters!"

[therushingsky]

"Let's try not to imagine what those were originally put down here for."

Rhys replies, more obviously relaxed than he has been since they found the stairs,

"Okay dude, cut me loose--"

Pause.

"I mean, or don't. You've still got like, a good twenty five minutes on the clock."

[beejfu]

He blinks....and grins at that.

"Want the lights on or off, Beanpole?"

[therushingsky]

"Off. You can bring the mood lighting yourself."

He extends his hand, wiggling his fingers meaningfully. Get over here.

[beejfu]

He flips the lights off again, and kicks off the lighting to a grim sort of greenish glow.

"MUCH better."

But he comes when called, lured over by Rhys' hand.

[therushingsky]

Once Betelgeuse is within reach, Rhys will tangle his fingers with the other man's hand, and tug him in close for a kiss.

"You feeling good again?"

[beejfu]

"Totally, babes." The hair confirms it; part of the reason Hange gave him back this particular power was so he can express his moods properly again. It's frighteningly tangled again, but a happy, healthy green.

[therushingsky]

"That's what I want to hear."

Even chained to the wall, Rhys apparently feels like he can be pushy, because he hooks his arm around the other man's shoulders, holding him closer.

[beejfu]

Weirdly compliant for someone who not too long ago wanted to really wreck all of Rhys, BJ gets drawn in, and reaches behind Rhys to grab him up off the ground, pinning him.

"I worked out for so long to be able to carry people around like this." He explains in a whisper. "You know how much work you have to do to get muscles but still keep your cuddle fat?"

[therushingsky]

Rhys doesn't examine the fact that this is the relationship that he's cultivating here. One where he gets to push around a compliant and lovelorn demon.

"Okay, I'm impressed. I never really pictured you as the working out kind," Rhys answers, breathily, lifting his legs to wrap them around the demon's waist, "But if you ever need someone to throw around to keep those muscles nice and strong, you have my number, right?"

[beejfu]

"It's just a lot of crunches and running in circles around the stage." He explains. He kisses Rhys back, that forked tongue doing hideous things to Rhys' mouth.

"Oh yeah, absolutely."

[therushingsky]

"Anything to showboat for the audience, huh?"

Rhys suggests, before shuddering as Betelgeuse kisses him in a way that really shouldn't be possible with a relatively human mouth,

"Only exercise I ever got was running away from people." He mumbles against the other man's mouth, "I bet you could run circles around me."

[beejfu]

"You read my mind. And hey - if you want that work-out routine, I totally meant what I said about making you a big old grizzly bear. Right now you're kinda like...the baby bear that doesn't survive the winter because it was born just before hibernation."

[therushingsky]

"Wow, excuse you, I've survived plenty of harsh winters. I mean, emotionally speaking."

Rhys - a man who has been cold only once in his entire life - protests, before attempting the absolute least convincing sexy growl in the history of time.

[beejfu]

He bursts out laughing, which is pretty rude when your tongue ISN'T lashing at your partner's neck. As such, he accidentally drops Rhys.

"No - no, no, not like that. LIKE THIS."

He growls back, summoning the worst, gutterral noises from his stomach.

[therushingsky]

Rhys doesn't actually fall, but he does slide down the wall a few inches when he's dropped. He tightens his legs a little more around the other man's waist, as his weight is suddenly divided between his legs and his one shackled wrist.

Then the growl-- rolls right out of Betelgeuse and hits Rhys bone deep, rattling right up his spine and setting all of the hairs on the back of his neck upright.

"Okay, maybe you do get to be a bear."

He finally concedes.