Yami no Matsuei, Souryuu/Touda, severed bonds
"You've been stripped of your title, and sentenced to life imprisonment with no possibility of parole." Soryu's voice rang out dead in the the still air of Touda's cell. The dragon's face held the guilty self chagrin of a man looking at the garbage he didn't want to take out but the wife had threatened to castrate if he didn't. Touda found it strangely amusing.
"And?" He asked, a brow arched. His hair was tangled and dirty, the rings stolen along with his clothes and weapons. His only adornment were the cuffs and collar Rikugo had bound his with. Shizuka had wanted the honor, but Soryu and Genbu had ordered her away. They didn't need her trying to kill the snake once she was in range.
Soryu glared at his flippant tone, fists clenched in the sleeves of his robes. "You will be locked away Touda, for your crimes you will be forgotten, left to rot in darkness for the rest of your life. Your sins will never be forgiven, you shall never receive mercy for your actions against the citizens of Gensokai and the Emperor." Blue eyes blazed with contempt and righteous fury.
Touda smiled, head tilted back against the stone wall, cushioned by his crossed wrists. Staring at his old 'comrade' through his hair, Touda wondered which of them was the more entrapped. "What do you want Soryu, an apology? It won't matter so why should I bother?" Stretching, letting his legs fall open, he arched and spread. "Or is this what you're after?"
Soryu's sneer might have been more impressive, if he wasn't opening the door of the cell and stalking in, a booted foot kicking at Touda's leg as delicate fingers tangled in the serpent's hair and yanked him up mercilessly by it. "You're worse than filth Touda. You're murderous, traitorous filth."
Golden eyes stared up the length of Soryu's body with viscous laughter. "I'm a snake. You can't blame me for crawling on my belly or filling your veins with venom. I don't blame you for being a pretentious, high handed asshole."
Nosing past the layers of robes to bathe the trapped heat of the dragon's sex through his silk pants, Touda wondered if he'd miss the taste of salt and bitter loathing.