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"Have we learned our lesson then, angel? From now on, if you need something, come directly to me—and me alone. Clearly you can't be trusted to help yourself."
Tamsy wasn't exactly the kind of person you'd find yourself putting on a list consisting of 'highly suspicious persons that are certainly up to no good'. He had never really done anything to ping off that alarm bell in the back of your mind. Always a shoulder to lean on—an ear to talk to, even if he wasn't nearly as responsive as you were talkative.
The ever-reliable cleaner had never given any inclination of being a bit more wary of his behavior. But staring at him—all smiles and a mirthful crinkle to those warm, milky eyes of his. You couldn't catch sight of what his hand thumbed at from those winged sleeves of his despite the clear fluttering movement.
Though no one would never be able to guess the amount of trouble it would really cause you in the end.
He had just returned from the most recent job with Team Akuta. Some trash beasts had migrated from a nearby no-man's land and descended upon a nearby town. Thankfully, nothing too big, but it had taken some time for the teams to clear it up and pack it up back home. It seemed Tamsy had found himself a souvenir to cart back with him.
Tucked in the privacy of his room, he allowed the fabric of his sleeve to roll down his arm, revealing a small plastic device held between his pointer and thumb. Skin smoothed over the worn surface as he turned on his heel to glance at you. It wasn't really something that you were familiar with, but he must have had an idea if he picked it out of a trash heap.
"Usually I try to keep out of the waste piles for the sake of sanitation." His gaze swept over the object in his grasp, sandy lashes fluttering as if in thought. "But this was simply something I just could not resist acquiring when it caught my eye."
There was no doubt the excited tones in that ever-soothing voice of his, but you just couldn't understand just why he seemed so excited about such a small thing. It would probably be mistaken as some childish toy, had that been any part of Tamsy's personality.
"That's great and all, Tams, sure. But, um…what exactly is it? It's about as indiscernible as the rest of the trash out in the wastelands. " Rocking slightly on your heels, you glanced briefly between the object in his hand and back to him, and then back to the plastic.
Stray blonde strands fluttered with the slight tilt of his head.
"You don't know what this is?"
You shook your head. Again, not a clue.
"Some kind of vital instrument?"
The corner of his lip twitching had you ducking your head slightly; A flush exploded across your skin like paint swiped across a canvas. Had that been stupid statement to suggest? His other hand (still covered by his large sleeve) came to rest over his mouth as he peered down his nose at your embarrassed figure—amusement swimming in those golden pools as he studied silently. After a moment, he collected himself enough to answer calmly.
"Not quite." He mused. "It's an old tool one would use to train an animal in whichever way they deemed necessary, often a stand-in for the usual phrases of praise. Supposedly, they worked exceptionally well in producing a desired outcome to a specific task."
As he spoke, it was becoming increasingly more difficult to shake the feeling of danger that slithered coldly along your spine. Coughing weakly to somewhat quell the anxiety pooling in your gut, your brain worked to put together a suitable response that wouldn't seem too concerned. Though the twitch of your brow gave it away in an instant. Despite it, Tamsy said nothing and simple watched you scramble for an excuse—he would spare the embarrassment for now, graciously.
Eventually, the gears began to turn enough for something to come spiraling out of your mouth.
"But you don't have an animal to train." Shifting your weight to your other foot, it was tough trying to ignore his blatant, burning stare. It was like he was peering through nothing more than a polished glass. "So what use do you have for it? Surely you're not planning on somehow getting one of those trash beasts under your control with that puny toy."
"I suppose you're correct on that front—there is no animal for me to test such an idea on. Quite a shame.." His eyes locked on you despite the seemingly yielding tone of his voice. Wholeheartedly expecting him to pout then (despite never really seeing him pout before), it was hard to believe he felt anything other than joy as the skin around his eyes crinkled.
Somewhere distant, an alarm bell was blaring deafeningly.
Weeks had gone by since the conversation, and you had figured it would have been the end of any mention of that strange little piece of plastic. He never seemed to bring up again, and you had no interest in mentioning it if he had never seemed bothered to talk about it. It would've been something easy to push to the back of your mind.
Until he began to haunt you with it.
Nights with Tamsy so often ended with heated sessions of sex, especially if one—or, more likely, both—had gotten back from a particularly rough job. With the stress nowhere to go inside your bodies, it wasn't a particularly surprising outcome. And damnit if you didn't love when the dual-haired man brought you to that gratifying edge of pleasure.
It didn't matter how he did it. Be it by burying his fingers deep in your hole with that expert curl that had stars exploding across your vision, slick pumps of his cock snug in your warm walls, or his mouth working skillfully against you—it all brought you to the edge without much fail. Often, he didn't stray from what he knew would get you both off the fastest.
It was hard not to notice the sudden appearance of a resounding 'click' immediately after your body went alight with another sharp orgasm. How could you not when it seemed so out of place? You'd likely look past it if it had been a 'here and there' occasion.
But this was every. Single. Time.
When your vision had cleared from the startling white heat of ecstasy, you'd catch sight of him—warm, milky eyes locked on your form with that tool in his left hand, his thumb already compressing the small plastic button.
"Tamsy.." You had panted one night, curiosity winning over. "What are you using that for? You know I can't be trained like that, right?"
Saying nothing more than a hum, he'd tuck it away from wherever he had procured it in his room.
"Don't concern your mind with it—I'm sure it is simply something in the pipes, is all." Then he'd give you that smile. So soothing and reassuring that you could eventually ignore the bad taste welling up in your mouth at the contradiction of his words.
You really should've pressed on about the sound, but you couldn't fault him for his curiosity. Maybe he was right. Rats were a common thing, and there was no telling the stability of the old structure. Maybe it was simply your mind playing tricks on you.
As per the consequences of being a cleaner (and a highly revered one among headquarters), Tamsy was called off on yet another job. Something high stakes and urgent—Semiu had mentioned trash beasts encroaching on the safety of a smaller town, and the South Ward had desperately called upon the Cleaner's help with dispelling them. A usual request, but no less important. Nothing to really worry about, thankfully.
Your partner would be gone just a little under a week. With no real time to dwell on him being dispatched anyways, you shifted your energy to the jobs that required it the most. It's not like they'd complete themselves anytime soon. Besides, you weren't some desperate barnacle that needed to be attached to his hip all day, every day. The only downside of taking on the assignments would be the stress they came with.
And you hate to seem like some helpless, horny teenager, but everyone has needs. It tends to work without fail, and you always feel ten times lighter after.
Well…that's how it would have gone, if you hadn't suddenly found it so hard to cum.
No matter what got used, or how you brought yourself to that edge, you couldn't do it. More often than not, you fell into fitful bouts of sleep by the end of it simply because of the amount if frustration pent up in every fiber of your being. Sleep alone was bad enough, but the steadily rising irritation began to seep into daily tasks.
A trash beast's ferocity couldn't even begin to rival the pent-up tension. From the perspective of everyone else, it had been like you flipped some sort of switch in your brain, and they were getting concerned. Semiu and Corvus considered benching you altogether, only to worry how you might've taken it—the last thing anyone needed was you absolutely crashing out and on some sort of warpath. Then, it was suggested to wait until the group from the South Ward returned (mainly Tamsy), before deciding how to proceed.
Except, word never reached you when the team had finally returned from the wastelands—tucked away in the shelter of your room with your hand between your bare thighs. Your pants were nowhere to be seen, and you were undoubtedly being a little too loud. Caring about that had long since passed, though; All that ran through your mind was pleasure.
As close as one could get without actually being able to jump into the shimmering temptation of ecstasy, that is. The only sounds in the room were your pants and moans, and the occasional whine of frustration. No matter the speed of your fingers or how deep they pumped into you, you couldn't hit that peak.
Over and over and over, you would draw closer to that edge, ready to finally succumb to the siren's song of need.
And over and over, like clockwork, you'd find yourself unable to hit the water, no matter how close you toed the shore.
Frustrated tears built in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks as you sucked in another sharp breath of helplessness. The burning in your gut threatened to consume any fleeting pleasure. Soon, it would ebb away into yet another night of dissatisfaction without a single thing you could do about it. Fingers working away at that sweet spot until unearned overstimulation creaked in your veins. An ache in your wrist began to build.
Continuing to curl, and plunge, and whine, you didn't get to acknowledge the sound of a sharp knock against your door. It was locked anyway; You had made sure of such, so there wasn't a worry to be had about who stood on the other side. Maybe quieting down, but nothing beyond that. The movement of your fingers didn't slow in the slightest.
It was only when the lock on your door slid away with a resounding 'clunk' that an icy wind finally blew through your veins, freezing your blood and heart where they pumped away. Eyes snapping up, there wasn't a single moment of time to pull your fingers away before the metal creaked open. You tried to hastily cover yourself with a blanket, but it was too late.
Those golden, honey hues had already locked right onto you. Navy brows jump at the thicker ends with just the slightest modicum of surprise. Pushing up with a free hand, you scrambled desperately for a chance to explain the situation; The hand between your legs pulled free from your twitching, greedy hole with a lewd 'schlick' of built-up spit.
"T-Tamsy!" You wiped your hand against the sheets. "You're back!"
He wasn't supposed to see you like this—utterly desperate and vulnerable.
Blinking simply, those warm eyes stared down at you from the doorway. The light from the hallway beyond had a shadow casting across his face—you could almost swear he looked like a completely different person as he stood there as still as a statue. After a moment, he shuffled into the room and shut the door behind him, wrist reaching back to slide the lock back in place with a latching sound.
"So I am, though it seems I haven't been missed in such a moment." His feet carried him closer to the bed, large sleeves just barely dragging the floor. Milky eyes swept across your half-bare form with an appraising gaze.
"Or," he mused, "is it because you missed me far too much that you're in this predicament to begin with?" His voice was like taffy, sweet words gumming up every rational thought in your distressed brain. Under all that sweetness lay a clear tang of reprimand as he stalked closer.
Head tilting, his eyes trailed from your hand up to your eyes.
You couldn't speak—frozen completely with only your mouth left gaping. As he stood there, silently, you realized he still waited for an answer.
"I-I just…I needed—"
"Needed?" He was quick to interject. "Is that so?" He was quick to interject, stopping mere inches from the side of the bed. "You couldn't wait for me to return, and—yet—here you've found yourself so desperate that you couldn't even answer when I called you name through the door. Do you really even need me, then?"
"Yes!" Your hand shot out, grabbing at his sleeve. The space between his brows wrinkled, rounded nose scrunching just slightly as if he'd been personally offended. You were quick to draw your hand back and turned your gaze downward. "I-I do need you. It's been hard to…to actually cum without you. I don't know what's wrong with me; I need you so bad."
The sharpness of his eyes softened, the thinner portion of his navy brows raising with an almost pitied concern.
"Poor thing, are you so pathetic that even reaching such a basic point is too hard without me? You must have been so terribly neglected while I was gone." Degradation and soothing softness swirled into a dangerous concoction of patronization, but you hardly even cared at this point. In fact, it only seemed to make you more lightheaded. "And while I do hate rewarding greedy behaviors, your passion is all too admirable for me to deny."
Every word made you feel more and more like an ant beneath a heavy boot to be squashed and stared at. A fire blazed along your veins in spite of it.
Fuck, you needed more.
Tamsy seemed to sense it too as he tilted his nose to stare down at you. The right sleeve of his jacket fluttered with the movement of his arm, but his eyes held your gaze with a restraining authority.
"So, I suppose if it must be, then I'll do what I can to help you reach that desire."
Relief flooded your veins. Weight fell off your shoulders and had your body visibly sagging with internal rejoicement. Finally, you'd soon be past this painful roadblock, and the desperation would be gone. No more frustration and sleepless nights—just pure, unbridled bliss.
The thoughts of reprieve had you distracted long enough to barely register his vital instrument slipping down his sleeve and into his hand, fingers cradling the wooden handle before it erupted in a blaze of blue light. That dual-toned glow built in his eyes, matching the shades of his hair with near perfection. It was as if the heavens above were shining down on you; An angel glancing your way.
"Hold still, won't you dear?"
Rough cerulean binds wrapped around every surface of your being, stringing you up on the sheets like some twisted little gift to be unwrapped. Beside the bed, Tamsy pulled up a small chair from the far corner of your room and plopped himself upon it with a hum—and that insufferable look of indifference.
You struggled for a moment against the binds of Tokushin, only to be rewarded with tightening strings across your body. Cloth bunched under rope, causing your shirt to ride up just a bit along your body and expose more skin to the air, which was quickly wrapped with another heavy stripe of the rope. In the chair, Tamsy watched you struggle slightly against the tightening binds of Tokushin. On bare skin, there was no doubt about those blue threads that would leave matching blue bruises across your body later.
Eventually, the binds grew too tight for any more movement, and you stilled as best as you could. Nothing more than a hostage among the royal blue strings—like a foolish bug pinned to a spider's silk.
It was infuriating.
"Tamsy." You tilted your head, trying desperately to keep deathly still despite the instinct to buck your hips. "Please."
He blinked simply, crossing a leg at the ankle. Reaching his free hand up, the hair tie was tugged free from blonde strands, causing his hair to spill over his shoulders like a cascade of silky sand. Those dual-colored eyes took a disinterested stare as he watched you in the grasp of his net.
"Please, what, angel? I cannot help if you do not tell me how." Tamsy thumbed at the distaff at his side, rubbing along the length of its sleek blue shaft. His eyes trailed over where his ropes dug into your flushed skin. "Then again, I don't believe I should reward such behavior—after all, it would just encourage you to believe you can get away with it."
You tried to tug your wrist away, but quickly froze when the threads tightened. Tears were building in your eyes from the need welling up in your body, shivers wracking your body enough that you struggled to keep yourself still.
"That's n-not true! Please! I need to cum so badly." You sobbed, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut. If you didn't get what you needed, you swore you were going to lose it. "I-I won't do it again, I swear—Tamsy, please! A-Anything you want, I just want this to be over with."
There it was, his lashes fluttered slightly over his dual-toned eyes. Humming, pretending as if to think it over, his other hand thumbed with the small, primitive device in his sleeve. That little tool that had become instrumental despite you never even thinking about it, and look at where it had gotten you. Tied in his grasp and desperate for his help, because he was the only person who could do it.
He had hoped for this outcome, naturally. Nothing was accidental when it came to him.
Still, he sat there in thought as you slowly lost your mind to the need welling up in every surface of your body. He could see every tense muscle—every sharp breath as Tokushin's binds wound around your clothed chest. Quietly, he mused.
"Anything..? My, isn't that quite the proposition?" Rising to his feet, he moved to where you were bound atop your bed. "Though I don't feel utterly convinced that this isn't just one large plan to get what you want."
You wanted to scream—it was annoying when he teased like this, and you didn't have the patience to deal with it anymore.
Through tear-filled eyes, your gaze met his as you pleaded weepingly, "Please, Tamsy. I-I'm sorry I got greedy—but I needed it so bad. Needed you so bad." You hated how broken you sounded as you begged, "I-It won't happen again, I promise! I just—fuck, I need to cum so bad. Please let me. Please, please—"
You're sure you looked utterly pathetic, bound and helpless as tears of shame and desperation ran down your face and onto the sheets beneath you. Unable to hide as Tamsy eyed you up like you were simply the dirt under his shoe. He stood and stared for a few moments, eyes narrowing and shifting to scan your expression. Silence followed—aside from your whimpers and hiccups—before he moved to set his instrument against the wall. The ropes didn't budge in the slightest as he kept the distaff activated.
Gently tracing his now free hand along your inner thighs, his nails dragged against the sensitive skin there. Flushed, sweat-soaked, and tensing with the muscles that lie just underneath—he had to admit, it was a sight he could never get bored with. A pinch had your hips jolting before the binds tightened further, drawing a gasp from your throat at the feeling. Tamsy only hummed in response.
"What would you do without me? I fear this intervention makes the answer all too clear," Closer and closer his fingers danced. "You'd be helpless. A poor, pathetic little bird with clipped wings, hmm?"
Moving onto the bed—right between your legs—he tugged at a rope closest to your leg, prompting it to pull taut and spread you wider before him. His soft, sandy locks fluttered across your skin as he leaned over you to whisper against your ear, his fingers drawing further along your inner thigh until they reached the junction just between where it connected to your hips. "If you need to find your release that badly, who am I to deny you?"
Lithe fingers now pressed against your abused hole, teasing just the tips inside as he nibbled at your outer lobe. Kisses trailed lightly down the column of your neck, occasionally broken by the drag of his piercing against your skin, before he placed a heavy kiss against your throat. Pulling away from your neck just slightly, his eyes caught yours in a gaze you couldn't look away from.
"After all, I'm the only one who can help you."
Without warning, two of his fingers slammed deep before setting off instantaneously on a brutal pace. A rope slammed itself against your lips in a gag, forcing your tongue against the harsh material and drawing drool along the coarse, navy fibers. Tamsy leaned back to watch, allowing his fingers to piston in and out of your own spit-slicked hole with a. A slight curl of his fingers had your eyes rolling back. His own caught sight of your eyes widening at the overwhelming pleasure.
Drawing you to the edge didn't take long, especially when he coaxed along that sweet spot with his fingertips. In and out they pumped, nails bumping against your gummy walls again and again until you were sure it was going to be bruised. Unable to help himself (and knowing it would be to your detriment), the man leaned forward and nudged your clothes enough out of the way to reveal your nipples to the cold air. Almost instantly, they pebbled, and he wasted no time in nipping slightly on one of the buds.
You whined and couldn't help but arch into his mouth at the feeling, only for him to draw away with a soft smile across his face.
Leaning down, he placed a kiss against your inner thigh before giving it a sharp bite that had you groaning against your gag. Another sharp curl had your lashes fluttering above your unfocused gaze. Warmth tensed around his fingers, and he made a sound of encouragement low in his throat—you were close now.
With his still-free hand, he reached back into the pocket of his pants and pulled out that plastic tool before using the sleeve of his uniform's coat to hide it from your view (though he doubted you'd even be able to register it at all in your state). Those still glowing eyes gazed through heavy, sandy lashes at your blissful expression.
The tears along your cheeks had his cock jumping in his pants—what he wouldn't do to make you sob.
"Close, are you? Do you wish to cum, Angel?" Another sharp curl had your teeth biting down on the coarse twine of thread. He could see it in the way your lashes fluttered. Your eyes were heavily glazed with a desperate fog that he was sure he'd never get used to seeing.
As expected, you didn't give a response. How could you when your brain had buried itself so far between your legs that thinking was a chore at this point? Still, he wouldn't let you off so easily.
"I need an answer—it's rude to ignore me." His fingers slowed their pace, instead beginning to slowly pull out. The way you squeezed around him was almost amusing—like you were desperate to keep him inside you. It almost convinced him enough to just give you what you so clearly needed. But he wanted to see that desperation even more.
"Maybe you really don't need this, then, if answering is so hard for you to manage."
Panic coursed through your body, eyes snapping down to look at him through a wide, watery stare. Your brows scrunched up, and you tried to follow the movement of his fingers. You were so close; You needed to cum so badly, no matter what pride you had to swallow.
"Ph-weaz—" you mumbled against the spit-soaked rope, face flushed. Frustrated tears welled in your eyes as you looked up at him. "Ph-weaz weh 'e cuh—"
Utterly pathetic.
He'd need to get you like this more often.
"Since you asked so nicely.."
Smiling softly, he plunged his fingers in deep and gave a sharp curl. Leaning forward, he hummed and licked at the tears on your cheek with a sadistic mirth dancing in his eyes—all the while keeping that soft smile that usually had you melting in your boots.
A silk-coated dagger that itched to make its home in your bones.
As he lapped at your tears (an action that, embarrassingly, had you whimpering and clenching tight around his digits at the same time), his other hand pulled the clicker from the hidden nook of his sleeve and held it just behind his back.
"Be good, and cum for me."
As he slammed his fingers deep and gave a sharp curl of his fingers—which he knew would send you right over the edge—he pressed down on the device with a resounding 'click'.
You swear you could've died when that sound hit your ears. No sooner had it resonated than your body was unbound from Tokushin as you curled in on yourself, pleasure coursing through your body with a shattering intensity and a sharp, but muffled cry against the gag. Nebulae exploded across your vision, blurring reality and fantasy and leaving you a whimpering, withering mess under Tamsy's gaze. He gave a few more sharp thrusts of his fingers, relishing in your sobs from overstimulation before pulling them out with an obscene 'pop'.
He wiped the slick off across your lower stomach as he allowed his vital instrument to finally disengage completely. You sank into the sheets fully, basking in the long-overdue pleasure as you steadily floated back from cloud nine.
When you landed back in reality, Tamsy sat there watching you. His hand soothed over an already forming bruise on your thigh, his thumb sliding over the sensitive skin. You gave a weak whine and tried to shift away from the agonizing touch.
"Are we satisfied now?" He glanced up at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. You only groaned in response, laying an arm across your eyes as you struggled to steady your breath.
"What…the hell.." It felt like all you could say, surely. "T-That was…"
"Rewarding?" The cleaner murmured, "Yes, I do imagine that it was. It does wonders when you listen to me, doesn't it?"
You huffed, unable to meet his gaze. He slid the clicker back into his pocket when you glanced away. Leaning up, he placed a kiss against your temple. "Have we learned our lesson then, angel? From now on, if you need something, you need only come directly to me—and me alone. It's all too clear that you can't be trusted to help yourself."
Sliding away, your arm revealed an annoyed glance. But you couldn't help but think of your sessions while he'd been gone. Desperate finger-fucking that only got you to the last stop but never home. Left in frustrated tears, and tatters from the denial alone.
He was right.
"It's so weird…I don't know what's wrong with me." You murmured, body shaking with the lingering energy of your orgasm.
Tamsy hummed, sitting back on his heels as he pulled his navy locks from their tassels. His pants did well enough to hide the growing tent of his erection—something for another time, should he need it.
"Nothing to worry yourself over. It is likely just a side effect of so much stress. Or, you're too used to me that you can't do without." He suggested only half-seriously—eyes sweeping over your exhausted form.
"Mmm," you hummed, snorting. "Sure, maybe so."
Tamsy smiled as you rested back against the pillows, your eyes sliding shut as exhaustion took over.
"Get some rest, hmm? You've more than earned it, I imagine." Sliding off the bed, his feet found purchase on the marble floor of your room. "I'll get cleaned up and join you."
As you drifted off, he tucked the clicker back in his pocket. He could almost feel it weighing down the fabric as he gave another glance at your form—already deep asleep by the time he had collected Tokushin off the floor.
The only witness to the sudden cold, calculating expression on his face was the breeze along the open window beside your bed. Milky eyes staring at you as if daring you to rouse awake.
You didn't need to know his secret; you simply needed to believe that only he could help you when you couldn't help yourself. He could hardly feel bad about forcing you into such a reliance. Turning on his heel, he stalked into the bathroom with a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.
After all, a dog will never leave the hand that treats it.