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[calumniate]

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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[demideific]

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."