Diamonds and rust

Drakien Lusk · 01-30-2012, 05:04 PM

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SUCK POST YAY. xD :: Word Count & rarr; 285

The other male slid a hand down onto his chest, and Drakien settled more comfortably, lifting his head to take another sip of his wine and then setting it aside, out of the way. He was done with the alcohol; he could feel his head buzzing pleasantly, and any more than that would be too much. He rather liked the feeling he had now, as it was a sort of floating inside his head, carrying his thoughts along with them. When Sebastian squirmed underneath him, Drakien twisted around, moving his head into a slightly more awkward position so that his jaw rested on Sebastian's chest more than the back of his head, turned slightly on his side.

The smaller male explained he was ticklish, and Drakien grinned, wiggling his ears as though about to launch a tickle-attack. Sebastian distracted him before he could think any further on that little tidbit, though, and he settled more comfortably against Sebastian' remaining in his half-turned position as he studied the male with lazy eyes.

As the male spoke, a feral grin began slowly making its way across his face, and he raised his brows, pressing his ears back with a little growl. "You will not tame me, domnule civilizat." He rumbled, and then sat up a bit, his eyes shining with amber fire. "But you are more than welcome to try."

Sebastian asked to see his wild side, and with another little growl Drakien was happy to show him, leaning forward to nuzzle his face into Sebastian's neck. He let his hands wander, all the while licking and nipping at his neck and shoulders. He continued that for a long while, and then he went...further.

Sebastian · 01-31-2012, 02:11 PM

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OOC herpderp? / +yo numbah!

Sebastian smirked down at the rugged Romani as Drakien moved his head, turning his neck so that he could face the Italian. His black-furred hand gently wandered over the muscular torso, running across powerful muscles and soft fur. The artisan watched carefully as his movements became more daring, pleased with the savage smile that edged across his face. A growl, even deeper than Drakien's guttural voice, rumbled as his ears pressed backwards. The wildness within him made Drakien extremely attractive to the artist.

Sebastian pressed his own ears back, playfully seductive, muzzle moving downwards in apparent consternation as Drakien spoke. Jeez, that voice... Low, rumbling, rough. Just how he liked it. Naturally, Sebastian had no intention of taming Drakien. He wanted to see the ferocity unleashed.

The Italian didn't speak as Drakien leaned forward and nuzzled his bared throat, only letting out a soft breath. It was a different story as the rough Russian started to tease him roughly, softly biting his neck and shoulder but immediately soothing the stings with small licks. His own hands pressed more firmly along Drakien's body,, his excitement growing at the feeling of a powerful, masculine body against his own. Though Drakien was at a distinct advantage in their current position with his teeth constantly teasing the Italian's neck, Sebastian was able to occasionally catch some of the Russian's flesh or ear between his teeth or run his tongue across Drakien's multicoloured fur.

I have no intention of taming you, Drakien, he purred lustily. I want to see how rough you can be. Sebastian smirked, lips drawing up in a sharp smile as he drew the Russian into a hungry kiss.

*insert sexytiemz here*

Five hours Some time later- Sebastian honestly couldn't tell how long- he was lying on his side with his head on Drakien's chest, both men sprawled across the bean bag and cushion. One arm was thrown across the Russian's chest, his hand on the opposite shoulder. His other hand rested by Drakien's hip. Both legs were curled up slightly, one more so than the other so that his knee rested on the Romani's waist. He had managed to control his breathing, but light pants could still be heard. His ass was sore, his muscles burned, he was sweating and tired. And he felt great.

Sebastian shuffled a little closer into Drakien, pleased with their cuddling. His tongue slipped out to taste a drop of sweat on the Russian's neck playfully, nuzzling his face into the thick fur. Drakien might not appreciate the cuddling- he had, after all, been more than a little rough- but Sebastian couldn't feel more content.

"Well," he murmured, claws gently scratching Drakien's soft skin. "You've certainly renewed my fascination with the rougher cultures." Sebastian yawned, ready to sleep if the Russian was.

Drakien Lusk · 02-01-2012, 12:02 AM

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Okay, I'm officially in love with Sebastian. <3 :: Word Count → 323

Sebastian's words were the last thought ringing in his head as they continued on with their rather sordid activities, and he did his best to show the male exactly how feral he was at his core. The Romanes hand't tamed him, at least not completely; merely given him more outlets for his frustration, though this was admittedly the most pleasurable. When they finally settled down some time later--Drakien was just as in the dark as to how much time had passed as Sebastian was, as the room was rather dark, though the candles seemed to have burned down quite a bit--Drakien's breath came in quiet gasps, and he was more or less dozing off, as his fingers traced lazy circles on Sebastian's back as they lay resting together.

Drakien wouldn't admit that he liked the cuddling; but as Sebastian shuffled closer, he tightened the arm resting about the man's shoulders, and brought his other hand to rest on the knee perched on his hip, settling into a more comfortable position. It was nice, really, not having to rush off right away; before there had always been the chance of the caravan finding out, or of them leaving him behind, and he'd had to get up and leave to collapse in his own bed later on. But now...well, it was a nice change of pace.

As the smaller male spoke, Drakien chuckled, letting his head fall back and another grin cross his lips as he fought back a yawn, himself. "Glad to be of service." He purred, and blinked up at the flickering shadows thrown across the ceiling, feeling himself relax into the sort of half-waking sleep he enjoyed most nights. He'd no doubt doze off any moment now, though he almost regretted cutting their time short, as he was rather curious about this confidant artist. The fact that they'd slept together also fueled his curiosity, he had to admit.

Sebastian · 02-03-2012, 11:57 AM

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Yay

And Drakien's a lovely cuddlebunny. <3

Sebastian nuzzled his slender head in the crook between Drakien's shoulder and neck. The older male wasn't a very active cuddler- no doubt he had to keep up his rough, masculine image- but he was extremely comfortable to snuggle against. His thick, multicoloured fur put out just the right amount of cushioning for his skin. The Romani was warm, comfortable, strong and solidly reliable in his bearing. The Italian took it as encouragement when the Russian tightened his arm around Sebastian's shoulder and rested his hand on his knee, cuddling closer into his body until it seemed as though he was hoping to melt into the warm, silvery-russet fur.

Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he gave Drakien's neck a lick. One moment, Drake. It was a nice little nickname. Sebastian rolled over, wincing at the pain in his backside as he got up. Due to the uncomfortable sensation, he was quick as he extinguished all but one of the candles, One that was burning quite low and would extinguish itself within minutes. Candles were precious, after all.

Job done, he slunk back to Drakien's side and pressed himself eagerly into his waiting warmth. He got cold quite easily, and was pleased to have a lovely, thick-furred hunk of sexy Russian man to keep him warm. Buonanotte, he purred, nudging his muzzle onto Drakien's collarbone as he curled up against the muscular Romani. One arm was fitted beneath him through the small of his back and the dip between the cushion and the bean bag, while the other circled over his chest. His legs were, of course, curled up once again with one knee on the Russian's opposite hip. Quite comfortable as he was, Sebastian settled down to a restful sleep with the Romani he was hugging.

Drakien Lusk · 02-04-2012, 02:42 PM

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Just don't let him hear you call him that. xD He might think he has something to prove. :: Word Count → 215

Despite his desire to know the other male better, Drakien felt his eyelids drooping, and soon enough he was turning his head to rub the underside of his jaw along Sebastian's head where it was nestled into his throat, soothing himself into a deeper slumber. He might have continued like that until he passed out entirely, had Sebastian not suddenly ripped himself away and begun moving about to extinguish the candles. Drakien only blinked after him sleepily, feeling somewhat colder and ignoring completely the nickname he'd been called--it wasn't all that horrible, so he felt no need to retaliate in kind.

As Sebastian came back, he purred a word that Drakien didn't understand, and probably wouldn't be able to if he tried. So he merely grumbled, and as Sebastian cuddled against his side, he wrapped his arms about the other male and tightened his grip, making it harder for him to slip away again. He didn't get cold all that easily, thanks to his thick fur, but the heat of another was the sort of warmth that left you feeling bereft when it was gone, and he didn't like that feeling. He settled more comfortably against his companion, and closed his eyes, falling into a restful slumber with the other male in his arms.

Sebastian · 02-08-2012, 01:43 PM

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Drakien didn't speak, but Sebastian was pleased when the Romani tightened his grip on the smaller Italian. it was contact, at the very least, and very cuddly contact. Even though he was sure that the Russian wouldn't admit it, he was a very comfortable pillow. Sebastian let out a low, approving whine in his throat when Drakien's grip tightened. He wriggled further into the embrace, burying himself as deeply as possible into the strong grip and soft fur before he dropped off into a sound sleep.

The next morning, Sebastian opened an eye blearily. He saw a streak of silvery fur. He squirmed upwards, freeing his face from the side of Drakien's neck. There was a strong scent of sex and sweat in the air- not that Sebastian minded. He did, however, mind the crushing weight on top of him just a little. Drakien must have rolled over in his sleep and was now rested comfortably (for him at least) on top of the foxy male. His shoulder was just beneath Sebastian's chin and his head rested next to the Italian's. The Romani was almost completely smothering him. Though Sebastian didn't mind the warmth, or the arms wrapped around him keeping him pressed against Drakien's muscular chest, he wanted to be able to keep his lungs from collapsing.

Sebastian tried to wriggle out from under Drakien's inert body. He failed miserably. His supple, streamlined body wasn't built to handle sudden weight tossed upon it. Eventually, Sebastian gave up not waking Drakien and gently nibbled on his ear, speaking directly into the fluffy auricle.

Drakien, he forced out of flattened lungs. You're crushing me, he whimpered.

Drakien Lusk · 02-09-2012, 09:42 PM

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OOC here! :: Word Count → 422

He usually rose with the sun, but as there was no light streaming into the basement, he ended up sleeping in. Somehow, he also ended up mostly crushing Sebastian, which he would have remained blissfully unaware of, had the male not started squirming. Drakien grumbled, ducking his head deeper into the male's throat. As he continued squirming, the Romani tightened his arms, hoping to hold the male still so he could go back to sleep. Sebastian wouldn't have that, though, and his ears were quickly put under attack. At the gasping voice the male used, Drakien had to blink his eyes open, and lift his head.

The smaller male was crushed, and comfortable as he might be, he didn't want the male to suffocate on him. So he rolled over onto his back, not loosening his arms in the least so that he ended up pulling the russet male on top of him. He settled back down, blinking sleepily, and mumbled, "Better?" Though his voice was roughened with sleep, the word could at least be understood, and Drakien started to settle down into sleep again before he jerked awake, startled, as he remembered he'd left Breixo out in the cold winter air all night.

Or had it been all night? He wasn't sure how long they'd been sleeping. "What time is it?" He asked, and then lifted a hand to wipe the sleep from his face, shaking himself. "I should go..." He had things to do, after all; or so he'd like to think, anyway. Really, all he'd most likely do today was poke about the city, salvaging what could be used further. It wasn't a difficult job, could probably be done in a few days at most, but he didn't want to stay too long and get...attached. Sebastian was a wonderful person, and Drakien could easily see them becoming friends, but he didn't want that. He wasn't supposed to get attached to people, not at all; and yet, ever since leaving the caravan--since leaving Europe, even--he'd been leaving behind more and more of the lessons Baba had taught him.

He needed to relearn them, learn to guard his heart better. He couldn't help it, though, and even after his words, he made no move to rise, settling more comfortably against the beanbag and gazing up through the dark at the ceiling. He could faintly make out the cracks of the trapdoor they'd come through, lighting the room just enough to see by.

Sebastian · 02-14-2012, 07:38 PM

Drakien clung tighter to him and grumbled for a few seconds, but finally acquiesced when Sebastian chewed on his ear. Good thing, too. Sebastian was ready to pass out by the time the Russian had gripped him more strongly. His arms didn't loosen, but the Russian eventually rolled over onto his back and kept the Italian cuddled against his chest. Then he spoke, his rumbling voice made even more guttural by sleep. Sebastian snuggled further into his welcoming warmth, wrapping his arms around Drakien's body and nudging his head underneath the silvery-russet throat.

His comfortable position didn't last long. Drakien jerked, suddenly wide awake, making Sebastian jump. His head rose, saffron eyes blearily peering into Drakien's. His ears drooped, flattening back against his head as his confused expression turned into one of disappointment. Still, though; despite his words, Drakien didn't seem eager to leave. He was already settling back more comfortably.

Sebastian wriggled upwards on Drakien's body, winding his arms beneath Drakien's armpits and clinging to his broad shoulders. His supple spine curved upwards, the better to look at the Russian's face. The foxy male gently massaged Drakien's shoulders, easing away some of the tension as his abdomen pressed more firmly into the Romani's body.

"Really?" he asked, ears still pressed backwards. He wriggled further upwards, his nose an inch from Drakien's cheek. His right hand moved up to gently place his hand against the silvery jaw. "Can't we spend a little more time together?" The hand rubbing Drakien's shoulder moved to his hip. "Maybe you could come to Casa di Cavalieri? Bring your horse to the stables while we warm up." Sebastian leered playfully at the Romani, clearly happy to spend more time with him.

Drakien Lusk · 02-23-2012, 05:52 PM

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Word Count → 379 :: Sorry about the delay! ^^;

They were settling down more comfortably before he made his realization, but he was still reluctant to leave even after thinking Breixo had been out in the cold. The horse would no doubt take care of himself, perhaps have found some kind of shelter, but Drakien was angry with himself for completely forgetting him in the first place. He glanced at Sebastian as the smaller male began moving about, smirking slightly as he was very quickly wrapped up again in Sebastian's arms. His own limbs came up to hold the male, and he shrugged a bit, blinking and then smiling as Sebastian offered a solution.

Of course, he really didn't have anything to do today, and anything he wanted to could wait for another day. The only thing he was truly worried about anymore was his horse, and Sebastian had, perhaps unwittingly, offered the perfect answer to that particular problem. He still had some idea of what might happen if he went, though, and his ears swiveled uncertainly before he turned a mock-serious look on Sebastian. "You have to promise to let me go," He joked, and then carefully slid himself away from the fox-looking wolf and stood, stretching his arms above his head before beginning to hunt for his clothes. He found his pants, and pulled them on for the sake of decency, but it took a moment of searching before he came up with the shirt he'd worn. He didn't really need clothes, thanks to his thick fur, but the shirt was especially heavy, so he considered it for a moment before he shrugged it on, leaving the front open. It wasn't cold enough outside for him to button up.

He glanced back at Sebastian when he finished, his brows rising as he gave the male another little smirk. Honestly, considering he was looking for a pack, he wouldn't mind investigating Casa di Cavalieri. He needed to find a place to stay, after all, and if the pack was near this city here, he wouldn't mind staying. Perhaps briefly; he would have to see.

With that thought in mind, he offered a hand to Sebastian, somewhat casually, to help him up the stairs, and glanced at the male curiously. "So, what is your pack like?"

Sebastian · 02-24-2012, 07:37 PM

S'allright! /snugs

Drakien calmed down and seemed to accept- or at least consider -Sebastian's proposal for Drakien to accompany him home to Casa di Cavalieri. Pleased with his success, and the possibility of another romp or two with the sexy Romani, Sebastian snuggled closer into Drakien's cuddly body for a moment before he relinquished his hold on the Russian's hip and let his hand fall away from his cheek. He rolled off of Drakien and grumbled as the Russian got up and began to hunt around for his clothes, though Sebastian had no problem with him walking around naked. On the other hand, his lean foxy body didn't cope well with the winter air.

Sebastian licked his lips, his eyes focusing mainly on Drakien's sexy ass until the Russian pulled his pants on. Hmph. Ignoring the painful ache in his backside, Sebastian reached across the bean bag lazily and slowly pulled on his jeans with only a small wince of pain. It was a familiar pain at this point, but that didn't make it any more comfortable. He settled down as soon as he was decent, reclining back on the comfortable makeshift seat and stretching out his stiff muscles.

Lazily, he rolled off the bean bag and stood up gingerly, sighing and letting out a low groan as he stretched out sore muscles. He collected his quiver, bow and satchel before he sauntered- somewhat stiffly - over to Drakien's side. The Romani had quite a sexy smirk. The Italian offered him a grin in return as he accepted the offered hand and ambled rather rigidly up the stairs. He hadn't really held anyone's hand in quite a long time.

"Hmm." Sebastian tilted his head to the right habitually as he considered. What was Casa di Cavalieri like? Perhaps Drakien was interested in joining. Well, that would be nice. Three friends with benefits close by would certainly be convenient.

"It's quite a nice place. We have a fort, hot springs, rivers, the sea, and a pretty big forest. A courthouse is our main building, and we have stables and training rooms and kitchens and all that jazz." Sebastian considered specifics. "Jazper Rhiannon-Knight and Anann Kelevra are our leaders. Jazper's a giant- at least eight feet tall. He's kind, but I wouldn't get on his bad side. He can cut through trees with his broadsword." He probably couldn't, but a bit of embellishment never hurt. Besides, he could certainly cut through a sapling or a particularly thin one.

"I suppose we are oriented as warriors for the most part, though only basic training is really required. So long as you have some skill in defending yourself, everyone is welcome." Sebastian smirked mischievously and nudged Drakien's thigh with his hip. It was a clear invitation for the rugged Romani.

"I act as the artist, I suppose. I am also planning on offering archery training." As well as mutual stress relief for both a leader and a leader's son, but Drakien didn't need to know that just yet. He jerked his shoulder, indicating the bow and quiver of arrows. "What about you, Drakien?" he asked, orange eyes playfully curious. "Where do your talents lie?" Aside from being a beast in bed. Of course, such a thing was always helpful.

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