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WHO Diego Silva (

calumniate) and Noah (

demideific)
WHAT A demigod and a mob boss sometimes dabble in sadomasochism as stress relief
WHEN after a big plot event that fucks things up slightly
WHERE resistance headquarter
WHY insert blaming Leo here because it's forever his fault

It was absolute chaos. That was really all that could be said about what happened. The fallout was bad with them, though more people were shaken up than downright injured. Even then, there were still injuries and trying to settle things back to some level of normalcy for them in the desolate future they had to survive in. Diego took it all in stride, as he had to, since he was the only person who was smart enough to stand against the Terminals and the only one capable of actually leading if their group actually succeeded in changing the status quo.

Everyone came first in this time of need and he was dealing with taking care of his subordinates when he finally spotted Noah, wound up and stressed like the rest of his followers. Diego knew that taking care of Noah was top priority, not because he thought he couldn't deal with this, but because he was fully aware of what exactly Noah was and having him pushed to the brink would only make the demigod of a cure snap and get violent with those around him and Diego really didn't feel like cleaning up yet another mess alongside the current one he was already dealing with.

At the first moment he could, he passed his duties along to others that could carry the load and made sure he wouldn't be bothered for the rest of the day before he went to find Noah, which was easy enough knowing the demigod like he did. Not even looking to see if he was busy or not, he walked over to him and cleared his throat loudly. "Stop what you're doing and get your ass to my room," he rumbled in a tone that sounded a bit irritated but truly wasn't. "C'mon kid, we don't have all day, so get into gear and move it."

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Stress wasn't something Noah was used to dealing with. When it had been him all alone versus nothing but the nature left behind in the humans' aftermath, he had been king. Nothing had worried him, there was no reason to get worked up, and the fear of consequence literally didn't exist. Although he knew there would be a time coming that he would have to deal with people again and act as normal, as if he wasn't the literal savior of the planet hiding in wolf's clothing, Noah hadn't anticipated it being this soon. It had caught him off balance when the Terminals started to wake up, and he had never quite regained that equilibrium. The natives' antics mixed with the mind-numbingly odd behaviors of the foreigners only acted as a light to his relatively short fuse more often than not.

Still, some of the foreigners were more than tolerable and he didn't mind lending his time to give them a hand. Right now he was gathering a bunch of supplies that Silva's lair had in abundance that the rougher parts of the city still wanted for, especially after that whole situation went down. The Inspector needed a hand or two before he would calm down and Noah was more entertained than not by the guy. Why not? When Diego came and interrupted him, the tenuous neutrality he had built snapped away and he craned his neck without actually moving to glare at him.

"I'm fuckin' occupied right now, Argent," he said lowly. He wasn't stupid, he knew what the mob boss was intending, yet his fight instinct was completely out of his control right now. If they weren't careful, if he moved wrong, he would probably start smacking the guy around right out in the open.

"Occupied with what, preparing to take supplies to the foreigners that need it the most?" There was no condemnation in his voice, merely pointing out that he could keep track of what Noah was doing no matter how busy he appeared to be with other things. Noah was one of his men, after all, and he'd keep an eye on him to keep him safe, especially knowing what his big secret was.

"Do you really think you should be around the foreigners when you look about ready to rip my throat out for trying to help you?" Knowing his strength as he did, Diego didn't fear Noah like most people in his position would. As things were now, they needed each other and he knew no matter how wound up Noah got, he wouldn't truly harm him. "I can get somebody to do that for you and have them send your regards and if it isn't too pressing, you could take care of it when we're done."

"You know what?" snapped Noah. He stood, turned and his hand snapped out to curl up in the collar of Diego's shirt, thumb pressing down on his collar bone in a warning prelude. He wanted to see a flinch, feel the result of his own strength overwhelming the man before him. Even if Noah had height on Silva, his presence was outmatched by far. No one who might catch sight of the scene would be overly worried with it looking like a gangly teenager trying to threaten the unflappable Itzal Malik. It was a good sign Noah hadn't literally gone for the throat right from the start.

He paused then, unsure of where to go now that he was truly processing what Diego had said. He was just so unaccustomed to any of this and it left a sour pit in the middle of his stomach to confront it whenever things fell out of alignment. Which was pretty often, really. He shifted his grip instead, raising his fist enough that it might give Diego a bit of trouble to stay flat on his feet. Let him chew on that.

If Noah was looking for him to flinch, he was going to be sorely disappointed. Since Noah didn't immediately go for the throat, Diego knew that he was safe from any real danger that might have come from the teenage demigod. Even being pulled up to where he was starting to lose contact with the ground didn't bother him. Diego knew that in the end, everything would turn out fine and be beneficial to them both. That was the reason why he dealt with all this childish behavior and attempted to curb the worst of it.

"What do I know?" He sounded thoughtful and tilted his head slightly, hand coming up to curl around Noah's wrist lightly to the point where he wasn't even holding it nor putting any pressure on it. This was fine and if this was how Noah was going to deal with this, then he'll go along with it for now. "What I know is that you're realizing that I'm right and that this conversation is going to end with you coming with me to my room so that you can let everything out before you end up snapping."

Scoffing, Noah lifted Diego just that little bit higher before he brought their faces closer together. His lip pulled back while he stared Diego down. It wasn't actually going to work and he knew that. His own power was not in his attitude, but the strength of his will and body. Personality left a lot to be desired. That was all Silva's forte and personality was a lot stronger than most would give it credit for. Charismatic leaders could change entire nations. When it came down to it, Noah was nothing but a single person who had no allegiance but to whatever he felt like following. Right now it happened to be Diego, who wasn't the least bit worried at all of Noah's manhandling. That was fine; Noah wasn't expecting anything for real yet.

"What if," he said slowly, "I just snapped right where we fuckin' stand and I don't follow you anywhere because you can't make me do shit?" It was a rhetorical question, one posed because Noah simply didn't know how to give in without making a point of his own unwillingness, his awareness that he consciously making the decision to do something. He would not be controlled, and he would not be jerked around. Just because he had some kind of trust in Silva didn't make the man immune to Noah's inability to integrate.

This was how the game was played. Diego knew what he had to do and instead of push, he knew that he had to merely make it so that Noah could open up and allow this to happen. Pushing him would only cause him drive him towards the kind of aggression Diego didn't want and that was more of a pain than any sort of real problem. Nothing bad would happen to him as long as Noah kept in mind that they both needed each other and that neither of them could really be able to stand alone for any period of time.

"What would you do if you snapped?" There was a manic glint in Diego's eyes while the rest of him stayed annoyingly calm, breath catching slightly as his grip tightened slightly on Noah's wrist. The thought of Noah being violent with him and imagining it in his mind was only making him excited for the inevitable clash that Diego so desired, though not as deadly as he knew Noah could be. "Would you make it quick or draw it out to make sure I suffer?"

That glint was enough to egg Noah on. He wasn't the best at reading people, but with Diego — even if he didn't understand the man, he was easy for Noah to read. Something-something-kindred spirits and all that bullshit. He pressed forward, taking a full step and forcing Diego to try and move with him or be overbalanced in the motion. Either way, Noah was starting to take the physical control while the mental was all in Diego's court.

"It would be quick, but you know me well enough by now, Argent." His grip shifted, tightened, wandered to twist the collar around Diego's throat while holding him halfway-aloft while watching for any kind of reaction. "It wouldn't stop. Death by one -" he took a step, "- thousand -" another step, "- paper cuts." They were playing, working their way to where they needed to be, but Noah was already getting worked up, boiling and ready to spill over and out and really dig into Diego. If they couldn't move now, they really might not get anywhere. With a quiet snarl, he shoved hard enough to count and hoped the wall would catch Diego more than Diego would catch himself; he gaze was intense and hungry looking for any little weakness to jump onto.

Diego was well aware of the physical advantage Noah had over him, but he was also keenly aware of the fact that he was in charge when it came to the mental part of this situation. That was why they worked so well together, fitting together like they were one instead of two separate entities. He let Noah take control and push him back, stumbling and getting pushed into the wall with a sharp gasp, the impact knocking some of the air of out his lungs.

"There wouldn't be much left of me once you were done," Diego said as he reached out to touch the side of Noah's face gently, a stark contrast to the topic at hand. It was obvious that Diego was enjoying the whole situation despite there not being much of a physical reaction besides the glint in his eyes and a quick tug at the edges of his mouth. "Nothing but blood, bones, and bits of flesh. Tonight won't end with my death though. You want to show me that you're in control of yourself and that I'll never be."

That gasp brought a grin to Noah's face. He was enjoying this, the rough start that was only going to get rougher. Even though they knew who was really in power here, Diego's submission to Noah's physical might was intoxicating. He could do whatever he wanted and Diego wouldn't be able to stop him, would come back for more later down the road. He didn't want to kill Diego, not the one person who had accepted him and was letting him be himself without censure. It was his allowance of Noah's freedom that kept Noah from going all out on him.

His head tilted to the hand on his face. Noah wasn't used to physical contact, much less positive and gentle contact, and it tended to throw him off. He was pretty sure that he liked it, but he also had no idea what to do in the face of it. Continuing what he was doing seemed like the best answer, if completely disproportionate to what was happening. "You're at my mercy," Noah said almost thoughtfully, hand going to clutch at Diego's elbow. He pulled him away from the wall and started to move them. "Which is pretty dumb, but no. You're right. I won't kill you. Just make you feel like you're dying." With an impish and wild grin, he added, "Isn't that what you want?"

"It'd be dumb if I didn't know exactly who you are, Noah," Diego replied with a slight tilt of his head and a vague note of amusement in his voice. If he didn't know Noah as well as he did, then he would have never trusted him enough to allow him to get so close to him. Most people never got past the surface with him and to have somebody know one of his greatest secrets was practically unheard of, but with Noah, it was acceptable. Diego knew Noah's secrets, so it was only fair for Noah to know his secrets as well.

"You already know the answer to that," he answered calmly, hand slipping down from Noah's face to return to his side. There was no attempt to try to control the movement, allowing Noah to take control. This was how it was supposed to go, after all, with Noah in physical control while Diego was in control mentally. Anything else wouldn't work between them and they both knew it. "And what you want is to make it happen."

"Some people think they know me already," said Noah. His tone, plain and sharp, said it all. Those people were complete idiots and would only ever get this twisted, broken version of the truth if he could help it. He was just a native who'd been in the wrong place at the right time and was constantly being targeted for his unexpected connection to Itzal Malik. That some were beginning to suspect otherwise didn't mean they would ever know.

He kept them going. No reason to slow the pace now, no reason to give any onlookers a reason to suspect something was up. No, it was just Noah and Malik walking side-by-side with his tight grip on the other man's elbow hidden between their bodies, that light in his eyes only visible to someone close up enough to see it. "That's right. I want to see you begging, Argent."

"Better they think that and not the truth," he replied easily enough, acting almost disinterested by the topic. The ones who were here, they weren't smart enough to connect all the pieces by themselves. It was due to poking their noses in places where they didn't belong that caused the trouble. Diego himself knew because unlike them, he was smart enough to put the pieces together. "Then I don't have to clean bits of them out of your hair."

Just like that, Diego seemed to wipe away any sign of weakness as they walked, the only sign of interest being how close he was walking beside Noah, purposely pressing the gripped elbow between their sides. He wasn't a man who showed a lot of emotion, so the soft chuckle at Noah's words said far more than how it sounded. "You'll have to work hard to make me beg, Noah. Just because I want it doesn't mean I'll make it easy for you."

"They can think what they want about the truth," said Noah, blunt and uncaring. Whether they threw their lives away or spent the whole time judging his actions, it had nothing to do with him. Foreigners had no stake in it and couldn't understand the entire situation; natives had no say because they were the ones who had made him in their own desperation. Whatever actions either side took, it was all their own faults. No one blamed a wild animal for acting out. In the same way, Noah was something untamed and wild in a way that humanity couldn't control. "If they try going after me because of it, I'm not responsible for that."

Seeing Diego claim control of himself so easily only made Noah grip his elbow tighter. Enough to cause pain, enough to make weaker men bend, just enough, under his touch. He liked that strength Diego and normally enjoyed the protection that strength could bring — but when he was so high-strung, it was so difficult to not just bleed it out of him right then and there and claim his own dominance. He had to play this right. Part of it was his own pride, and part of it was for Diego's. He didn't want to betray what misplaced trust the mob boss had placed in him or upset the balance they had found. As they got to Diego's room, Noah looked at him straight and as unaffected as possible. "That's exactly why I want it too. Don't act stupid. We want to fight, right? Let's fight."

It wasn't that Diego cared all that much for the foreigners that arrived in the city, but instead his focus was on both Noah's safety and his own, interconnected as they were now. Diego had made a calculated risk in taking in the demigod and stood by his decision even now as Noah kept killing those who found out the truth. "I'd rather they didn't. They cause enough trouble as it is without knowing the truth about you."

He knew that Noah wouldn't like him hiding his responses and feeling from him and was doing it on purpose, making him focus on him and how things were between them. Letting out a sharp exhale of breath, Diego looked away and didn't say anything until Noah was done, eyes turning back on him, that glint more obvious now than before. "You're the one who seems to be doing far too much talking. Come on, Noah, I know you can do more than just talk."

"Kind of fun sometimes," Noah said offhand. He wasn't exactly stagnating in a city basically ready to devour itself, but being hidden away and pretending to be normal was sometimes exhausting. Getting to let loose on those idiots that thought they could overpower him only worked him up more, like getting to stretch after being cooped up in one place for too long. He just wanted to go even further even if most of his opponents broke before he could get his energy out. Still, it was better than nothing. Direction in the face of abject stagnation where his own existence was concerned. If Noah had his way, it would stagnate forever. He had no intentions of dying any time soon.

Growling softly, Noah pushed Diego inside with that last remark and closed the door with the utmost of restraint. Once that was done, he whipped around and shoved Diego to the floor with little care. He was still moderating his strength (that wasn't going to change) but he would definitely stop being so delicate now. Moving quickly, he sat down on Diego's abdomen and grabbed his wrists, wrenching them above Diego's head and pinning them to the ground with one hand while his other moved to tug at the tie around Silva's neck. "I'll stop talking as long as you keep talking. Think you can manage that when your air is cut off?"

"For you, maybe. I'm the one that has to clean up after your mess," he points out calmly. Diego wouldn't care so much if Noah could not only take care of the aftermath, but bring Diego along So that he could kill someone too. It has been far too long since the mob boss got his hands dirty in the field and he missed it.

He couldn't even respond to everything happening to him, the air getting knocked out of his lungs and he had to lay there dazed for a moment as he caught his breath and Noah's words finally filtered in. "You'd talk even if I didn't. You like the sound of your own voice too much."

"Not always." Never let it be said that Noah could not learn something new. The trick was making him interested enough to absorb the information. After enough scoldings, Noah had indeed begun learning how to make it seem less and less noticeable whenever he disposed of nuisances around the city. That was a bonus, even if it never seemed to help where Diego's attention was concerned. There was only so much Noah could do to hide his ways. Two hundred years of habits were hard to break.

That lack of immediate response only made Noah press harder. His grip on Diego's wrists tightened and he leaned in, grinning lightly. This was only the start, but the fact that they had begun at all was enough to get him slipping into the zone. "You would too if it was the only thing you heard for ages and ages," he said smugly. His voice was nice and good, but for all that... "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy something different any now and then. Now: you gonna talk, Argent?"

After a moment, Diego finally squirmed in Noah's grasp, trying to pull his wrists away to no avail and groaned softly at the pain of being held there so tightly. He liked it, the jolt of pain going through his body and he wanted more of it and was going to do whatever he could to make Noah give him more.

"Do you really think I'm going to stop talking because you threatened me?" He let out a soft chuckle and looked vaguely amused. Even out of the sight of others, it was still difficult to express himself properly. "Besides, I wouldn't mind you choking me, so it's not much of a threat."

There was no way Diego would get leeway despite the struggling. He held on just as firm as ever, not rewarding nor denying for the effort. He was in control here and Diego would get just as much from Noah as he wanted to give. There was plenty more he could do. Right now was time to get them really in their roles before they started going deeper into it. If it wasn't done right, there wouldn't be any satisfaction.

With the hand tugging on Diego's tie, he let it slip down to the long end and pop a button or two of his shirt, expression pleased all the while. He kept his grip firm as it ever was, pulled not even an inch further to tighten the pressure and tilted his head. "Oh no, didn't you hear me? Pay closer attention. If you don't talk, I'll talk; if you don't talk, you keep breathing just as comfortable as always, and that isn't what you want. You don't have to beg, just yet, but you'll do what I say because you want to."

Diego closed his eyes and took a deep breath to keep himself from responding immediately to what Noah was saying. Sure, he wanted this, but going down without a fight. He was going to stay calm and make Noah be the one to react irrationally first instead of him.

"You said you wanted a fight, right? Then I'll give you one," Diego said before he went silent and waited for Noah to make the next move, smirking as he looked up at him. Once things really started, Diego would let his walls down and give in to what Noah wanted. Until then was a different story, however.

Noah was pretty bad at self-control. It said a lot about him and his growth of late that he was able to stand being around foreigners, much less make some kind of connection with them. What he was doing here was almost Herculean in comparison. Keeping himself in check was a fun challenge, a good release, proof to himself that he was exactly what he wanted to be and nothing more, nothing less. Control was amazing. He just wasn't very good at it when dealing with other people; keeping his cool when someone else prodded at him just wasn't something he had any practice in. Noah knew Diego would have always have more control than him; it didn't mean he couldn't take it away sometimes.

His grip on the tie tightened, but didn't move or do anything further to Diego. He said he wouldn't make it worse unless Diego obeyed, and he wasn't going to. That was his control. What he did instead was move the tie to his teeth to maintain their current stalemate, his now-free hand moving to run a finger down the length of Diego's chest, ripping the buttons from the shirt as he went. Once he got far enough down, his hand came back up and gripped under his jaw. Forcing Diego's jaw open, he quickly shifted his weight on Diego's stomach to force the air out of him. "All right, let's fight. I'm not going to take your breath, but I'll definitely make you make some noise. How about that?"

Noah's lack of self-control was one reason why Diego did this, the other because both of them wanted something from it and Diego was willing to risk his safety with Noah to get what he wanted. If anything, this was a good learning experience so Noah could control himself better in other situations than this.

Seeing Noah with his tie between his teeth made Diego breathe a bit more heavily. That changed when Noah pushed the air out of him and he gasped and groaned, trying to get his breath back while taking in the pain from the weight of the demigod on him. He looked up at him and bit his lip to keep any sound from coming out. Noah needed to force things out of him, after all and Diego was going to encourage him to do so.

It was a learning experience and a release both. No one said they had to do things normally, focus on a single task at hand when doing things so out there and dangerous to themselves. Although Noah was in perfect physical safety, his trust and self-worth were on the line. If something went outside of his control while he was so firmly trying to hoard it, then it would definitely be a large mark on his psyche. As it was, this was a good place to practice it, with someone Noah didn't want to hurt. Practicing his own attentiveness was useless if it wasn't done with some kind of sincerity.

He leaned in when Diego groaned, grinned around the tie in his mouth. Moments later, he suddenly stood and lifted Diego up by his wrists along with him, moving swift and strongly to slam Diego's back into the wall. His arms were kept suspended above them, and his other hand took the tie back to wrap it around his fist and keep his hand pressed alluringly against the other's throat. "You want this? Just gonna sit here and take it?" His eyes glinted and he shoved Diego just that bit further. "Where's that knife you always keep around?"

He couldn't help but smile as Noah pushed more and more, moving him around like he was nothing and he wasn't afraid to show that this is what he wanted, Noah being in control and trying to push him into a begging submission before him. While their first time together had been an accident and more of a mess than anything else, this time was certainly going to go completely right for the both of them.

"There are different ways to fight. You haven't made me beg yet," he pointed out easily before he jerked his head to the side, both trying to show Noah where the knife was and to keep himself distracted from what Noah was doing. Every fiber of his being wanted nothing more than to submit to him, but Diego knew that drawing it our and fighting would only make it better. "On the shelf behind some books. It's easy enough to find."

Noah saw the smile Diego had for his actions and he smiled back. They were totally fucked in the head, but Noah saw nothing wrong with it. Even better that they were fucked together, something to share in with another human being who could maybe begin to understand it. Noah had never really had something on that level, not with those scientists and obviously not in the time where everyone was either dead or asleep. This was something genuine and all Noah could do was try to accept it.

That motion got Noah growling again, seeing the way Diego was trying to distract himself. Pulling them both away roughly, Noah brought him back to the floor with a shove that was only slightly more controlled than before. While he would hopefully be momentarily dazed, Noah quickly moved to the bookcase and located the knife; a few books were tossed away, but he was quick enough in reading the titles to appreciate which ones Diego wouldn't be too upset at being treated poorly. He took it, flipped it from hilt to blade to hilt on his stalk back to Diego and knelt at his side with one hand gripping his throat, pressing the tie's knot into his Adam's apple, while the knife was laid in a faux-gentleness along the underside of his ribs. "Begging comes later, Argent," he said firmly. "It's going to happen, but before that you're gonna deny yourself every fucking step of the way."

That was what he wanted to see, Noah's smile. It was a sign that he was enjoying this and Diego loved knowing that Noah was into this just as much as he was. For as long as he has been indulging in his masochism, it was difficult to find somebody who really got into the sadism enough to enjoy it properly, but he knew Noah did and looked forward to encouraging him to let this side of him out safely without the threat of murder.

Diego was definitely stunned for a moment, barely able to get himself sitting up before Noah got a hold of him again. He made a choked sound at the hand on his throat and his tie, relishing the pain and looking Noah in the eyes for a moment and glancing down at the knife. "You know that for a fact? Or is that how you want this to go?"

That was all Noah wanted, really. The chance to be himself without judgment. Maybe he was some kind of monster made in the image of a man, but it wasn't his fault and all he wanted was the chance to really dig in and figure it out. If he had positive pieces to balance out the negative, that was fine; he simply couldn't stand the idea of someone trying to force him into being what he wasn't. Diego allowing him to come to his own choices on whatever information Noah was given was some kind of weird blessing from above. He couldn't have asked for a better opportunity, nor did he ever consider the chance to be real.

Hearing Diego choke and still seeing that glint in his eyes only drove him on further. This was what he wanted, the control and the suffering all part of his own power. It wasn't even sexual pleasure he was getting from this, just the pure and exhilarating rush of knowing that he had this other person completely at his mercy and that Noah could do whatever he wanted to do without compunction. Strangely, just that level of trust meant he didn't want to kill him. "It's how you want it," insisted Noah. He pressed more firmly with the knife, shifting to crouch over Diego's hips and clamp his knees possessively into the bone to split his focus. "You don't want to give up, so you're going to fight, but we both know you'll get there because I know how to make you squeal."

This was for the better, letting Noah learn through his own ways and only get in the way when he knew there would be trouble. As it was now, he didn't need to try to stop him and instead would let him do as he pleased. After all, he was in control of this, not Diego, and it was always interesting to watch Noah grow no matter the situation.

He had to take a deep, shuddering breath to keep himself under control, but that turned into a sharp grunt when Noah clamped his legs against his hips. The pain felt wonderful and Diego reached up to grip Noah's shirt tightly, tugging on it with no real thought behind it. "And you want it to happen. You like when you get to knock me down a few pegs, don't you? The last hope of Terminus taking down the big bad mob boss."

Diego's thoughtless motion only brought more energy to Noah. It was only the tip of the iceberg, but it meant he was going in the right direction and that was all he wanted. Despite popular belief, he could be ridiculously patient to get what he wanted; it was mostly the other people involved that made him rush, made him feel like he had to do it fast, well and at full throttle to shut them up. He didn't do people very well. Just Diego, somehow, which was probably more the mob boss's doing than his own. Diego seemed to understand something about Noah that even Noah himself hadn't found yet. It was enticing, and relieving when Diego didn't hold it over his head.

That quip was either aimed perfectly or completely off the mark. Noah grunted and pulled the fist at Diego's throat just enough to smash it back to the ground. "Last hope of Terminus? Fuck you," he said, anger filling the empty space. Control of the physical was all his, but it seemed Diego was intent on retaining control of the situation itself by raising himself above Noah. A mob boss was way more preferable to being the savior of a people that would gladly kill him for their own safety. That was pure helplessness. "I'm not helpless, and you are. You couldn't get away even if you wanted to."

It took a moment for Diego to actually respond to Noah's words, trying to get enough air in his lungs to speak. That hit the mark perfectly and he couldn't help but grin at how Noah responded just as Diego thought he would. For all that Noah was an antibody demigod, he still was as predictable as most people and Diego knew exactly how to play him to get the right response, especially for this situation.

"Never said you were helpless, did I? Never said I was either," he said with a sharp laugh, grip on his shirt not changing as he watched him, knowing that Noah would react badly to what he was about to say. "That's why you like doing this to me. You feel helpless and need to control somebody and why not control the one person who is already in control of everything?"

For all that Noah was tempted to just smash Diego's head to the ground again, he resisted. Just repeating the same thing over and over wasn't going to show his control. It would be letting his anger take over and he was determined to show that he had this no matter what Diego was saying. His pride was powerful and he was once bitten on being manipulated, desperate not to fall into the same trap again. With Diego, it was less about his life on the line and more proving that he knew what was happening and could react to it rather than be taken in. Whether that meant intentionally falling for it, or trying to subvert it, well... that depended on the mood.

"You're a weasel-fucking shitstain," he said. It was powerful, not with the words but the barely-reined anger simmering in him. The knife at Diego's ribs shifted and pressed against the flesh, so close to slipping inside and taking him apart right at the point of weakness. His knees clamped in tighter and Noah pulled his torso back to take in the image of Diego before him. "You gonna keep talking shit, huh? See if you can't tie me up in knots from the bottom?"

To be perfectly honest, Diego wasn't trying to hide that he was manipulating Noah right now. It'd be insulting to even think about trying to do so right now with Diego in the place of weakness he was in right now and allowed Noah into. No, he'd just be obvious about it and see if Noah could still wrench control of things from him even after being pushed into anger like he had been.

"That all depends on you, now doesn't it?" Diego let out a grunt at the tightening against his hips and the knife touching skin. This was good, what he was wanting out of this whole thing and he hoped that Noah would keep going. He yanked on Noah's shirt hard to try and pull him back close, but was well aware that he couldn't do much with the difference in strength between them. "You're on top right now. Why don't you try stopping me?"

It wasn't the fact that Diego was hiding it or not. Just the very action of trying to use Noah to some end was something he had a hard time coming to terms with. His existence was one built upon being controlled and taken in by others for their own ends. Even Diego wasn't blameless, but so far he had been the only one to be so blatant about it. That kind of honesty was a breath of fresh air: someone admitting to doing something for their own gain, no two ways about it. Noah could respect that, even if he would fight against it at the same time.

Being tugged forward by Diego didn't even budge Noah, but he smiled cruelly at the attempt. He didn't have to do anything Diego wanted him to do. The buck stopped right at Noah, and he was tempted to simply hold out just for the sake of denying Diego his victory. On the other hand, maybe there was a chance to beat him down at his own game if he went along with it. Noah wasn't really the planning type, but his instinct was top-notch and had served him plenty well in the past. "Why would I do that? Remember what I said earlier, Argent?" He twisted his hand at Diego's throat, closing it just a bit more. "More you talk, the less you breathe. You're working with me now."

That was the smile Diego wanted to see. Things were falling into place now even as he instinctively gasped for air and struggled against the taller and stronger demigod's body. Trying to take control of his own body's responses, Diego stopped gasping and instead sped up his breathing, becoming quieter despite his body's need for air. His feet kicked feebly and his other hand came up to rest on Noah's, not doing anything to dissuade him.

"Is that it?" His voice was rougher than usual and he still had that glint in his eyes that was the true sign that he both wanted and enjoyed this. Taking the hand on his shirt, Diego yanked harder, not to move Noah, but to try tearing at the fabric. "You grabbed the knife for a reason, didn't you? Choking me only does so much."

"We're just getting started, dumbass," said Noah. He shifted only minutely to twist his wrist around, taking Diego's hand in with the tie he was still gripping and crushed it in his hold. Every bit that Diego gave him, Noah was making sure to take. There would be consequence for everything that Diego did, no matter how small. Noah wanted him to really feel the power that was being asserted here. Even if his mind would never truly cower, his body would take over and give it up soon enough. That was what Diego wanted eventually, and Noah wanted nothing more than to have it all laid out before him.

Being reminded of the knife was enough to get him to switch its position. He brought it up to press its tip against the soft skin under Diego's chin, then shifted it to the hollow of his neck and pressed it just enough to start drawing blood. It wasn't too much, but enough that pulling the blade out and drawing it along the skin brought some of the red liquid along to make a gruesome pattern. "You don't mind, do you? I mean, even if you do... it's too late for that."

"Then maybe you should actually do something, kid," he grunted in pain when Noah grabbed his hand. Diego wanted to feel nothing but the pain Noah could give him and right now, what he was doing wasn't enough for him and while he was patient in every other aspect in his life, this was the one point where he wasn't.

Feeling the knife cut into his skin was definitely a step in the right direction as he let out a shuddering sigh of relief. Yes, this was better. The cool metal against his skin and the blood being drawn along with it was definitely making things better for Diego. "What's one more scar compared to the number I already have? Besides, this is nothing."

That taunt, the bits of impatience running through Diego, was what Noah had been listening for. At Diego's positive reaction, something in Noah seemed to shift. He moved up off the mob boss long enough to flip him onto his front and sit on the small of his back with no babying at all. Hand still gripping the tie at his throat, Noah set the knife aside long enough to wrench Diego's arms behind him and twist them high until the length of the tie could make it around his wrists and be pulled into a strong-enough knot to hold him there. It was some measure of control for Diego himself; if he wanted to, he could choke himself out for as long as he could stay conscious for it. On the other hand, if he kept the pressure off his neck, his arms would kill him for the stretch and pressure of doing so. Either way would be good for a pain-sucking whore like Diego. When he was like this, anyway. Noah wasn't the type to be kind where he could mix it with cruelty instead.

After that was done, Noah pressed Diego's head to the ground and traced the knife behind his ear just enough to cut thin, strong lines as far down to his hairline. All hidden, but sharp and exact. The pain would be delayed, yet in his current position open to the air, it would sting and serve as a reminder. "You didn't say please, dickhead," Noah said. "Instead, you're gonna tell me how much you like this. How much you want me to do more."

Took him long enough. He groaned when he was placed on his front and his arms tied to the tie around his neck. It was creative and made him in control of what he wanted and for now he'd let his arms get sore so that he didn't choke himself out just yet. If it kept going this way, Diego might actually let himself go completely and allow Noah to be in charge.

Because of his position and how he was focusing, he was very aware of the knife cutting into his skin and he hissed at the feeling, closing his eyes and just taking in the pain that Noah was giving him. "You want me to beg. You'll have to wait a big longer for that," he said before he went silent, knowing that Noah would try his best to make him beg for this.

Giving Diego just that small bit of control looked like it was a good move. Noah made a mental note of that for later, how allowing the stubborn man some of his own space while the rest of his walls were poked and prodded helped deflect his resistances. He wasn't going easy on Diego so much as making sure he didn't go too far on his own and hurt Diego past what they both needed. Actually injuring the guy would only make things worse in the long run and probably get him kicked out on his ass. So, he wasn't going to do this wrong. Simple as that.

Huffing softly, Noah moved the knife from Diego's ear to the back of his spine. He traced the blade down the very edge of the ridges pressed to skin and then twisted it to the side and pushed between the two links. Again, he had no intent of damaging Diego, but there was something to be said for the rush of pain and adrenaline from a body that didn't understand the actual safety it was in. After all his time alone on the planet, learning biology and the way a human body worked wasn't hard at all. Cadavers were in excess and manuscripts explaining the details besides. There was probably some kind of built-in aptitude considering Noah's purpose, as well, but that was something he had never given time to think about, not in two hundred years. "I told you: begging comes later. If you don't say you want this... maybe I'll just give up and do something else?"

That said, he slid down further until he was sitting between Diego's legs. Leaving the knife where it precariously sat (though keeping a very keen eye on it), he reached down and pressed the lower hamstring between his thumb and pointer finger tightly, twisted his fingers enough to shift something without fracturing. He was being reckless but not without precautions. This time he wanted to do more than just beat up Diego Silva. He wanted to hurt him and wanted it to be appreciated, wanted someone to beg him for more and admit the power he had. Seeing someone's tears and pain and being the cause... there was no real right or wrong reason for it. He just loved it.

Giving him his own small amount of control was definitely the best way to go about this. While he would eventually capitulate, it would take far longer for him to give in. This gave him a comfort zone until he'd allow Noah to do whatever he wished and would make Diego stop fighting for control as he had thus far.

Diego shivered as the knife went down his back and when it went in, he made a sound mixed between pain and pleasure, arms twitching down and pulling on the tie to make him choke momentarily until he got himself under control. "No," he gasped as his body tensed up at the knife. That was toeing the line of acceptable, but yet the rush of adrenaline was making him not want to be as careful as he usually was. "I want this, Noah. I want everything you can give me."

What Noah did forced Diego to cry out momentarily until it turned into a choking noise as he yanked on the tie in surprise. He wasn't expecting that and the pain went through him like a bolt of lightning. It hurt badly, but for a masochist like Diego, it felt absolutely wonderful and he wanted more. Positioning himself to allow air back into his lungs, he sucked in air with loud gasps, breathing far faster than he normally did. "Noah, I want more. Please."

It was not, perhaps, the simplest of solutions to beating someone down into submission, but this wasn't about that. For once in Noah's life, it was about give and take. It was always about give and take with Diego, something he hadn't realized until they had already established the holding pattern and Noah had enough space to think it over. Give and take wasn't so bad when the other didn't betray you at the ideal opportunity. That had taught him a thing or two about holding back, trust, whatever those softhearted idiotic foreigners wanted to call it. At the very least, it helped Noah feel safe. He couldn't express it properly, but at least when Noah and Diego came together like this, he could show it off in return. Whoever said actions spoke louder than words was full of shit, but good shit for once.

When Diego tensed, Noah's eyes darted to the knife. It was cutting things close (ha!), but he wanted this to work just right. As long as he was properly perceptive, this would turn out good rather than dismal. He just needed to make sure Diego didn't injure himself, especially once he let go of things. In the midst of it all, he was grinning and unable to stop the pleased humming sound he made for the admittance. "Do you? I'm not sure. Maybe this is enough... Or maybe—" Fast enough that it would hardly be seen as a pause in his speech, Noah grabbed the knife and slipped it out at an angle to scrape bone before he brought it down and worked it along the soft spot between some of Diego's ribs, drawing blood the whole way. Moving from Diego's lower half up to his back once more, he leaned down far enough to bite down hard on Diego's shoulder; his free hand dug into the soft flesh above his hip. All of that at once would definitely give Diego something to think about. Or, quite the opposite, really.

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