[Yeah, Petre thinks he hates him, but this is always how it happens. He's obsessed with power and control, thinks he always has it in his grasp until someone proves him wrong. If at first it causes anger and displeasure, the tables turn quickly after. It's just a reflection of his mood, always petty, always changing.
Yes, having his energy drained like that - without his permission or knowledge - was a very, very bad mistake. But now Petre finds himself feeling excited. (It's always like this. Craving control until someone comes and shows him there's another way. It's a first time and it's the unknown. He wants more.)]
Only if you listen.
[a breath, and he smiles. Then the smile becomes a grin. Then the grin gives room to laughter. He can feel his air getting back in his lungs, warmth back in his extremities. It's amazing. Being empty, then filled again. He still doesn't get back up. Harry can have the upper angle for now.]
[ harry's getting to his feet now. he wasn't told to stay put - and if it wasn't a forced order he probably wouldn't listen anyway. he's on his feet, picking a stray cork he has from a bottle that's somewhere in the room being empty and now tossing it back and forth between his hands. something to play with.
his eyes stay on petre, watching, studying. trying to read the energy he got off him. it's not an uncontrolled bounce off the walls sort of energy, he doesn't think. john's was. like fire. petre's definitely excited though. it makes harry smile further.
and further because petre's laughing. he laughs too, if only because he thinks it's contagious. they laugh differently, he notes. ]
[That gets an incisive look - perhaps one Harry's used to seeing in the mirror when something really gets his attention - and for a second the smile falters, because he needs another breath and because he still isn't sure whether or not he liked being trumped. It's an ongoing debate. Power. Loss. More. Less. Greed. Surrender.
He sits up properly. Runs a hand through his hair, perfectly arranged, honey gold, roots starting to show. He'll have to take care of them soon. He rarely lets himself go. Appearances are key. You understand.
His chest heaves with another chuckle (all teeth) when he asks,]
[ he does recognize that look. he mirrors it back at him unintentionally. full attention at petre. trying to place that second of a faltered smile. still trying to place the energy. there's something familiar about it.
eyes following the hand to his hair. roots. he dyes it. petre probably keeps right on top of that. he wonders if the natural color was the same as his own. that chestnut sort of color.
and then the question. his eyes cut to petre's and he smiles for a moment - then bites his lip. expression calm and thoughtful, like he might be tasting wine and needs to swirl it around in the glass before deciding. he inhales a breath. let's it go. there's a pause before he answers. ]
Like taking ecstasy. [ genuinely stated. he almost laughs about how it sounds ]
[Really, now. Petre's lips twitch because he's flattered, eyes still locked on the other boy before he finally forces himself back up. No help needed, even if his head feels lightweight. Low blood pressure, maybe.
Ecstasy. He likes that. Harry must like it too, if he's smiling. How many times has he done this just to get that kind of high? Sounds like an amazing power to have. Limitless access to the full potential of your senses just by snatching a touch. A kiss.
He wonders what it's like when he has sex.]
Can you put it back? Or is it all just take, take, take.
[ harry likes it. he's still tossing the pointless thing back and forth between his hands, smiling. with the right person to take from little by little. harry can be high for days. he's an addict in more ways than one.
mutation is a gateway drug to being a nymphomaniac, maybe. he tilts his head, running his tongue on the inside of his lip. another thoughtful pause. ]
I don't believe in taking without giving something in return. [ he drops the cork and holds a hand up, pinching his fingers together ] Sometimes I give back a little. [ during sex ] Taking is easier. And involuntary. [ giving is draining why would he drain himself unless it was for sex. let's be honest. ]
[A pause. That would be where they disagree, because Petre's all about taking. Having sex can be almost one-sided because people like intimacy and he lacks it completely, though he is known for being rather generous when he wants to. It all depends on his whims. What he feels like in the moment. All he knows is that he always makes sure he comes first.
Why does Petre seek out sex so much? Depends on your theory. He wouldn't know what to tell you; just that he likes it. It's fun. He gets to feel good - fucking great, actually - and people never have a reason to complain about his performance.
(It's about connecting. Feeling something, maybe. But above all it's about having power over someone else without even having to use his ability. It's why he isn't above abusing his peers, even if he is well aware of the consequences. They're probably the only thing ever holding him back. There's no remorse in this scenario.)
He shows Harry his hand, then. This time he doesn't seem to mind the fact that they have to touch.]
[ if he's working with someone, everyone benefits. it's all a matter of making it so they would come back for more. co-dependency. give and take. fair trade and all that. harry's known for being far more selfish than he actually is.
not that he isn't a little selfish. he doesn't like giving when it comes his his ability, as demonstrated by him very rarely even mentioning it can work both ways. there's a certain difficulty to doing it. it's tricky business. hurts him more than it hurts the person when he takes. and then his power overcompensates for the loss on its own and it comes right back to him if he doesn't let go. he simply told petre because he asked. because he's got his own face. because they're so similar.
so petre's hand gets a momentary look of distaste before reaching out and taking it. he takes ...and then he gives. it's like taking a drug. a confusing one. at first he's just feeding petre back his own energy he took, the assessment is probably accurate before when he described it as ecstasy. then he gets harry's. hard to place. a spike of adrenaline. a rush of energy and power - any tiredness overridden. rejuvenated with a similar feeling one might get when their heart starts racing right before a roller-coaster takes a plunge off the highest point.
[Petre isn't unaware of the risk. Harry could just be the sadistic type and drain Petre completely, do to him what he'd done for telling him what to do. But he says So give, Harry complies and then they touch.
There's the obvious at first. Harry's hands are warm against Petre's cold fingers, tightening around skin, smooth. His eyes are down and locked on them when the energy crosses back to where it belongs, and just like he said Petre experiences a sense of ecstasy that wasn't quite there before. It's like looking at a photograph from an angle you've never seen - you know it's you, but it feels different somehow. No big surprise there.
Then it's Harry's turn. Spike of adrenaline, rush of power, rejuvenated and euphoric. Heart beating faster, goosebumps on his skin, a shiver running up his spine and down his stomach. His heart sinks in his chest; his own hand holds on just a little tighter as he shuts his eyes and parts his lips.
He can feel his heart in his chest, his throat, the tips of his fingers. It's never been like this, not even when he woke up and his entire world had been burnt to the ground. Not even when he was attacked with John's fire and remembered it couldn't touch him. Petre doesn't feel like other people. It's knowledge that's intrinsic to him, something he doesn't care about because he's never had it. You can't miss what you never knew.
Harry pulls his hand back and that's it. The spell's over, Petre's rushed back to reality like he was just struck with freezing water.
No. Petre reaches for Harry's shirt, clenching. His expression is lined with a quiet need.]
[ it's almost unpleasant on his end. he pulled his hand back and he's tired. a little drained - a more than he took from petre to begin with. not enough to harm but enough that it's tiring. he's not the most fueled right now. he inhales a breath and holds it because petre's clenching his shirt. wanting more. he understands.
it's addicting. it's his ability for so long that he has some control. some. for someone new it might be too much, he thinks. but harry doesn't comply with moderation. harry tilts his chin up, understanding. ]
So give me more. [ give and take. give him something. that's how he works. he's not free. ]
[Of course it's addicting, of course he wants more. He's all about having his every whim satisfied, even if it's the exact opposite of what he wanted just a second prior. Still so many things come to him as a novel experience, as a first time, and Petre considers himself lucky for it. What other grownup human being gets to enjoy everything and anything the world has to offer from scratch?
But Harry has wants, too. That much is made obvious by the way his eyes look straight up at him and don't relent.]
What - [A lopsided grin, breath escaping in what sounds like a laugh,] Money? Drugs? [Without skipping a beat, his grin widens to show more teeth, smile in his eyes.] A blow job?
[ so that leaves the last one. but that wouldn't be enough. he's looking petre over. a moment. there's not enough energy between them if he's going to be giving back here. he wants. petre wants.
his hand goes out and he's grabbing a lamp in the room. not by the bulb - he's not resistant to burns - but the bulb goes out. dead. it's still early enough that the place isn't going to be pitch black if he just drained a source of light. but he needed it.
needed it because he's going to pass it over to petre now in exchange for his own energy so he doesn't pass out but he gets that ecstacy and petre gets more. a charge and something to pass around.
and how he takes it is grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him into a kiss. and it's a zap. a straight electrical surge because of where the energy came from. a snort of cocaine maybe. a lightbulb gone off in the brain.
what harry wants is intimacy. contact. all the contact. give that and you get. ]
[He narrows his eyes after Harry's answer, almost wondering if he's serious. Not a lot of the boys or girls around here are so willing to be open about what they want, least of all when it comes to sex, not unless Petre pushes and shoves them into giving him what he wants. And the fact that they look so alike - wouldn't that be disconcerting to most? They'd be afraid of being seen as some kind of narcissistic egomaniac. Accused. Mocked.
Petre isn't one of them, and apparently neither is Harry, so the game of gay chicken is over before it even begins. The light's out and they're pressed together, a jerk and a shiver shooting right through Petre's body like some sort of metaphorical, instantaneous climax.
The moan he releases is half-deliberate and half-involuntary, hands lifting for a moment of pause before they're grabbing Harry by his nape, then digging into his hair. Ugh - where the fuck has this guy been all this time? He's a walking, talking drug. He's never experienced anything like this, and he wants it until it wears him out, even - especially - if it wears him out. Even being drained proved to be an enjoyable experience once his energy was placed back in its place, even more intensely than the surge he was given.]
Fuck, [A hiss more than a whisper, eyes closed when his mouth hangs open over Harry's to breathe. He's trembling, he can feel it, feet grounded to the floor and head in the clouds.] Is this how you feel all the time?
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Yes, having his energy drained like that - without his permission or knowledge - was a very, very bad mistake. But now Petre finds himself feeling excited. (It's always like this. Craving control until someone comes and shows him there's another way. It's a first time and it's the unknown. He wants more.)]
Only if you listen.
[a breath, and he smiles. Then the smile becomes a grin. Then the grin gives room to laughter. He can feel his air getting back in his lungs, warmth back in his extremities. It's amazing. Being empty, then filled again. He still doesn't get back up. Harry can have the upper angle for now.]
I'm guessing you don't.
[Just like him.]
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his eyes stay on petre, watching, studying. trying to read the energy he got off him. it's not an uncontrolled bounce off the walls sort of energy, he doesn't think. john's was. like fire. petre's definitely excited though. it makes harry smile further.
and further because petre's laughing. he laughs too, if only because he thinks it's contagious. they laugh differently, he notes. ]
I don't think anyone in this room listens.
[ look at them. are they getting along now? ]
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He sits up properly. Runs a hand through his hair, perfectly arranged, honey gold, roots starting to show. He'll have to take care of them soon. He rarely lets himself go. Appearances are key. You understand.
His chest heaves with another chuckle (all teeth) when he asks,]
How do I feel.
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eyes following the hand to his hair. roots. he dyes it. petre probably keeps right on top of that. he wonders if the natural color was the same as his own. that chestnut sort of color.
and then the question. his eyes cut to petre's and he smiles for a moment - then bites his lip. expression calm and thoughtful, like he might be tasting wine and needs to swirl it around in the glass before deciding. he inhales a breath. let's it go. there's a pause before he answers. ]
Like taking ecstasy. [ genuinely stated. he almost laughs about how it sounds ]
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Ecstasy. He likes that. Harry must like it too, if he's smiling. How many times has he done this just to get that kind of high? Sounds like an amazing power to have. Limitless access to the full potential of your senses just by snatching a touch. A kiss.
He wonders what it's like when he has sex.]
Can you put it back? Or is it all just take, take, take.
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mutation is a gateway drug to being a nymphomaniac, maybe. he tilts his head, running his tongue on the inside of his lip. another thoughtful pause. ]
I don't believe in taking without giving something in return. [ he drops the cork and holds a hand up, pinching his fingers together ] Sometimes I give back a little. [ during sex ] Taking is easier. And involuntary. [ giving is draining why would he drain himself unless it was for sex. let's be honest. ]
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Why does Petre seek out sex so much? Depends on your theory. He wouldn't know what to tell you; just that he likes it. It's fun. He gets to feel good - fucking great, actually - and people never have a reason to complain about his performance.
(It's about connecting. Feeling something, maybe. But above all it's about having power over someone else without even having to use his ability. It's why he isn't above abusing his peers, even if he is well aware of the consequences. They're probably the only thing ever holding him back. There's no remorse in this scenario.)
He shows Harry his hand, then. This time he doesn't seem to mind the fact that they have to touch.]
So give.
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not that he isn't a little selfish. he doesn't like giving when it comes his his ability, as demonstrated by him very rarely even mentioning it can work both ways. there's a certain difficulty to doing it. it's tricky business. hurts him more than it hurts the person when he takes. and then his power overcompensates for the loss on its own and it comes right back to him if he doesn't let go. he simply told petre because he asked. because he's got his own face. because they're so similar.
so petre's hand gets a momentary look of distaste before reaching out and taking it. he takes ...and then he gives. it's like taking a drug. a confusing one. at first he's just feeding petre back his own energy he took, the assessment is probably accurate before when he described it as ecstasy. then he gets harry's. hard to place. a spike of adrenaline. a rush of energy and power - any tiredness overridden. rejuvenated with a similar feeling one might get when their heart starts racing right before a roller-coaster takes a plunge off the highest point.
he lets it in then pulls his hand back. ]
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There's the obvious at first. Harry's hands are warm against Petre's cold fingers, tightening around skin, smooth. His eyes are down and locked on them when the energy crosses back to where it belongs, and just like he said Petre experiences a sense of ecstasy that wasn't quite there before. It's like looking at a photograph from an angle you've never seen - you know it's you, but it feels different somehow. No big surprise there.
Then it's Harry's turn. Spike of adrenaline, rush of power, rejuvenated and euphoric. Heart beating faster, goosebumps on his skin, a shiver running up his spine and down his stomach. His heart sinks in his chest; his own hand holds on just a little tighter as he shuts his eyes and parts his lips.
He can feel his heart in his chest, his throat, the tips of his fingers. It's never been like this, not even when he woke up and his entire world had been burnt to the ground. Not even when he was attacked with John's fire and remembered it couldn't touch him. Petre doesn't feel like other people. It's knowledge that's intrinsic to him, something he doesn't care about because he's never had it. You can't miss what you never knew.
Harry pulls his hand back and that's it. The spell's over, Petre's rushed back to reality like he was just struck with freezing water.
No. Petre reaches for Harry's shirt, clenching. His expression is lined with a quiet need.]
More.
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it's addicting. it's his ability for so long that he has some control. some. for someone new it might be too much, he thinks. but harry doesn't comply with moderation. harry tilts his chin up, understanding. ]
So give me more. [ give and take. give him something. that's how he works. he's not free. ]
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But Harry has wants, too. That much is made obvious by the way his eyes look straight up at him and don't relent.]
What - [A lopsided grin, breath escaping in what sounds like a laugh,] Money? Drugs? [Without skipping a beat, his grin widens to show more teeth, smile in his eyes.] A blow job?
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[ so that leaves the last one. but that wouldn't be enough. he's looking petre over. a moment. there's not enough energy between them if he's going to be giving back here. he wants. petre wants.
his hand goes out and he's grabbing a lamp in the room. not by the bulb - he's not resistant to burns - but the bulb goes out. dead. it's still early enough that the place isn't going to be pitch black if he just drained a source of light. but he needed it.
needed it because he's going to pass it over to petre now in exchange for his own energy so he doesn't pass out but he gets that ecstacy and petre gets more. a charge and something to pass around.
and how he takes it is grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him into a kiss. and it's a zap. a straight electrical surge because of where the energy came from. a snort of cocaine maybe. a lightbulb gone off in the brain.
what harry wants is intimacy. contact. all the contact. give that and you get. ]
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Petre isn't one of them, and apparently neither is Harry, so the game of gay chicken is over before it even begins. The light's out and they're pressed together, a jerk and a shiver shooting right through Petre's body like some sort of metaphorical, instantaneous climax.
The moan he releases is half-deliberate and half-involuntary, hands lifting for a moment of pause before they're grabbing Harry by his nape, then digging into his hair. Ugh - where the fuck has this guy been all this time? He's a walking, talking drug. He's never experienced anything like this, and he wants it until it wears him out, even - especially - if it wears him out. Even being drained proved to be an enjoyable experience once his energy was placed back in its place, even more intensely than the surge he was given.]
Fuck, [A hiss more than a whisper, eyes closed when his mouth hangs open over Harry's to breathe. He's trembling, he can feel it, feet grounded to the floor and head in the clouds.] Is this how you feel all the time?