[He doesn't even know, Sion. But he is flexing his power now, godlike far beyond what it was before, to force Sion's body at least to obey him. He'll have to behave and have dinner and wine, from a glass with a drugged rim.]
[He glares heatedly, but there isn't much he can do. Immunity to telepathy isn't immunity to control, his body obeys Ariel to sit with him.]
I hope you choke on this and die.
[Conversational, as his own hand reaches for the food, surreal, something he fights and seems to have no control over. Like the body doesn't belong to him.]
[He takes a piece of bread, but otherwise seems to have brought just enough for Sion. He's just drinking the wine, his own glass perfectly unaltered, and waiting to see it all kick in. He could control Sion's body in a lot of ways, just with magic. But it's honestly less for him to concentrate on to drug him, to make him feel woozy and desperately turned on without any extra effort from Ariel.]
[He eats as his body is forced to, drinking the wine with a grip just shy of breaking the stem of the glass. He licks his lips unconsciously, needing less urging to drink because well, sometimes you're an alcoholic and you have bad coping mechanisms.]
[He eats as much as Ariel makes him, finishing the wine, cheeks warm by the end of it, and he knows that's not enough to make him drunk. So something in the food has him hot and dizzy, each brush of silk on his skin feeling almost obscene.]
[He only lets him stop when he's cleared the plate and the glass. It wasn't that much, but it's enough to make sure Sion's taking care of himself, and after that Ariel takes the glass from him, sets it aside, and shoves Sion back against the bed by both wrists before the control dissipates.]
[He shudders. The horrible thing about court is the conditioning that remains, even without the hit of objective rewards, he's had too many years of reward for for being held down, and it only helps Ariel's drugs make his skin flush and his head spin and he;s furious. His voice is a little strained, breathless.]
[Sion manages to nip him, before Ariel flinches away, letting go of one wrist to clap a hand over Sion's mouth. Beneath his hand a magical web forms, quickly covering and sealing Sion's lips.]
[While Ariel has one hand on his face he uses the freedom of his hand to slam the edge of his palm against Ariel's windpipe. It's not the best angle for momentum unfortunately, but even without weapons he's not without fangs.]
[He expects to be hit, so he's waiting for it, and an unseen force will stop Sion's hand halfway to its destination. A moment later a chain appears, a glowy, magical nonmetal, an pulls his wrist back to the bedpost.]
Oh, come on. You don't really think I'll let you get far now, do you?
[No, he doesn't think he'll get far, but he's incapable of giving up. If he gives up he might as well die, and he's got things to do so he can't. He tries to kick Ariel off, not replying in words, but there is an angry growl that accompanies his attempts.]
[Ariel laughs, clearly enjoying watching Sion struggle. He chains his other wrist, then takes advantage of his kicking to try to force his way between Sion's legs. His body may not be strong anymore, this time around, but he has so much magic now it doesn't matter. He loves feeling like a god. Being one. It's a unique high he doesn't think he'll ever come down from.]
[There's no winning. Sion knows there isn't, but he fights and resists and twists his hips and legs, trying to force Ariel away, keep himself as unavailable as possible, land any blow no matter how glancing. It's stupid, desperate, useless struggling but he doesn't stop. He's beyond talking, doesn't make any noise now, fully concentrating on being a pain, focused and raging coldly.]
[He puts up with it for awhile, but once he reaches a point where he wants to get somewhere, he stops, letting Sion struggle while he reaches for the rest of the bottle of wine. The remainder of the vial he used to drug the glass is in his pocket, and he jump dumps the whole thing in the bottle before dismissing the spell covering Sion's mouth and grabbing his chin, shoving the bottle in his mouth and upending it. He doesn't care if it gets everywhere. The red wine will be a nice contrast to the black and white on Sion and the decor in the room. Aesthetically pleasing, as icing on the cake to his attempt to get Sion dangerously full of unpleasant substances. He also doesn't care of it's too much. He can repair any damage, it's worth it just to get him as out of it and as turned on as possible.]
[He tries to spit it out, he tries to keep from swallowing but it only chokes him, he ends up swallowing most of it just to try to breathe, and the rest gets over his face and hair and the ivory sheets, staining everything. It really is a good contrast.]
[More importantly Sion's struggles change a bit as the drugs and alcohol just intensify in his system. For a few moments he's dazed, catching his breath from the forced drinking, but after that the flush tinges his skin up to his ears, his eyes go dark, pupils blown with arousal, his entire body feels too hot, his skin too tight, the touch of his own clothes a painful turn on. He makes a noise that he means to be an angry protest, but it's mostly just a lewd moan, his back arching. It's too much, too intense, it's really likely no one should drink all of the drug and wine Ariel just gave him, but he's still trying to hold onto his mind through the intense, burning need.]
[He tosses the bottle on the floor when he's done with it, instead sliding his hands into the draping folds of Sion's clothes, running his fingers gently up his chest and watching his face.]
This is much better, hmm? I'll summon more if you don't think you've had enough.
[He gasps and shivers at the touch, arching into it and then shuddering in revulsion at his own intense reaction. No no no no no no he doesn't want this. But there's an overwhelming need and disorientation, his entire body aches with want, and he's short of breath and dizzy and drugged to his eyeballs and whatever coherence he can grasp makes him want to cry.]
No...
[Even that protest is close to breathless and lewd.]
[He jolts, curls a little, gasping like he's been teased far more than just the few touches. It's too much, his skin's on fire and he feels, so good, and it hurts, it's too much. Too much too much too much. He can't think, but he has to.]
Please...
[The plea escapes him before he can bite his own tongue, eyes burning. Pain won't make him beg but he's barely got a grip on himself with the drug and alcohol mixing in his system.]
[There it is. He's found a better angle, a way to put another crack in Sion's stubbornness and drive a wedge into it. He smiles, falsely pleasant, visibly aroused and self-satisfied, and slides his hands lower, but not quit low enough.]
Please what, Sion? You have to be clear or I'll think you want to stay in this state for me.
[He shakes his head, jaw clenching as he bites his tongue. God he can't think clearly but he can hold on to not wanting to beg. He thinks he can hold on to that. Like this he's not sure. He's never felt so incredibly out of control of his own actions. He's been aroused against his will before but this is a different level, every touch is a sweet torture he wants, needs to arch into. It's not something he has skill or ability to resist like he can pain, it's terrifying but feels too good, why would he want to resist? It's awful and pleasurable and his mind is fuzzy and he feels so drunk and high and pleasant and he could get addicted to a feeling like this, the way he has to alcohol and weed, and that scares whatever part of him is still rational to tears even as he moans softly. His expression is horror but hazed over and flushed, so he looks more wanton than anything. No one could say he doesn't look into it, just from the noises he makes, the way he strains for more touch.]
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[He doesn't even know, Sion. But he is flexing his power now, godlike far beyond what it was before, to force Sion's body at least to obey him. He'll have to behave and have dinner and wine, from a glass with a drugged rim.]
Come now, before it gets cold.
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I hope you choke on this and die.
[Conversational, as his own hand reaches for the food, surreal, something he fights and seems to have no control over. Like the body doesn't belong to him.]
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[He takes a piece of bread, but otherwise seems to have brought just enough for Sion. He's just drinking the wine, his own glass perfectly unaltered, and waiting to see it all kick in. He could control Sion's body in a lot of ways, just with magic. But it's honestly less for him to concentrate on to drug him, to make him feel woozy and desperately turned on without any extra effort from Ariel.]
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[He eats as much as Ariel makes him, finishing the wine, cheeks warm by the end of it, and he knows that's not enough to make him drunk. So something in the food has him hot and dizzy, each brush of silk on his skin feeling almost obscene.]
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How are you feeling?
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Like you'd look really good dead.
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[He leans in, kissing Sion's neck, reveling in the flush of his skin and the way his voice sounds and more, the fact that he has no control over it.]
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Cute.
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Oh, come on. You don't really think I'll let you get far now, do you?
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[He puts up with it for awhile, but once he reaches a point where he wants to get somewhere, he stops, letting Sion struggle while he reaches for the rest of the bottle of wine. The remainder of the vial he used to drug the glass is in his pocket, and he jump dumps the whole thing in the bottle before dismissing the spell covering Sion's mouth and grabbing his chin, shoving the bottle in his mouth and upending it. He doesn't care if it gets everywhere. The red wine will be a nice contrast to the black and white on Sion and the decor in the room. Aesthetically pleasing, as icing on the cake to his attempt to get Sion dangerously full of unpleasant substances. He also doesn't care of it's too much. He can repair any damage, it's worth it just to get him as out of it and as turned on as possible.]
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[More importantly Sion's struggles change a bit as the drugs and alcohol just intensify in his system. For a few moments he's dazed, catching his breath from the forced drinking, but after that the flush tinges his skin up to his ears, his eyes go dark, pupils blown with arousal, his entire body feels too hot, his skin too tight, the touch of his own clothes a painful turn on. He makes a noise that he means to be an angry protest, but it's mostly just a lewd moan, his back arching. It's too much, too intense, it's really likely no one should drink all of the drug and wine Ariel just gave him, but he's still trying to hold onto his mind through the intense, burning need.]
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[He tosses the bottle on the floor when he's done with it, instead sliding his hands into the draping folds of Sion's clothes, running his fingers gently up his chest and watching his face.]
This is much better, hmm? I'll summon more if you don't think you've had enough.
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No...
[Even that protest is close to breathless and lewd.]
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[He flicks his thumbs over Sion's nipples, pinching lightly, vastly enjoying watching him squirm.]
You know, I could just keep you like this. You are beautiful out of your own control.
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Please...
[The plea escapes him before he can bite his own tongue, eyes burning. Pain won't make him beg but he's barely got a grip on himself with the drug and alcohol mixing in his system.]
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[There it is. He's found a better angle, a way to put another crack in Sion's stubbornness and drive a wedge into it. He smiles, falsely pleasant, visibly aroused and self-satisfied, and slides his hands lower, but not quit low enough.]
Please what, Sion? You have to be clear or I'll think you want to stay in this state for me.
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