PopeAlessandros

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

Enjoying the quiet time playing with his lover's chest Seishu lets his mind drift. He watches the patterns his fingers make, images of color and light tracing across the other's skin with each little movement. A soft song plays in the back of his mind and the peacefulness of it all keeps him from crying under the pain. The heart beneath his hands beats faster, the breaths deepening, and Seishu knows Enasi is returning to this world. Smiling warmly he continues to touch his love, enjoying the feeling and sound of the man waking up in his arms. It's something he's never felt before and he can't say he objects to the experience.

Eventually Enasi opens his eyes, moving slightly to look over him, and the Nightmare Guardian closes his eyes against the pain. “Soon after you came to rest here actually.” He says softly, hiding the pain in a whisper. “The others were sent off to tend to themselves and rest, and Inui here helped me to your room, and to prepare you for a waking that did not involve well worn and slightly mussed clothing.” He smiles faintly, looking briefly at his lover before closing his eyes once more as the embrace, while welcome, makes his body throb. He can feel the anger flare, the irrational snap at the back of his tongue, willing itself forward. He bites down on it however, the slick muscle protesting the abuse but remaining still as to avoid being sliced by sharp fangs.

He wants to answer that everything is fine, his chest throbbing with sadness that it would be a lie. He wants to tell the man he loves that everything is okay, but as he forces his eyes open to look back into those of the redhead's, he knows he has to be honest, and brief. “I am overjoyed to be with you again my love, but I can't say I'm alright. In fact, it's best I not talk until I get some painkillers in my system least we want to see the return of the angry guardian whom you first found on the battlefield.” He looks up an Enasi, willing him to understand the meaning behind his words while leaning up to kiss the man gently. He is doing all he can not to ruin the moment, to keep them there in the happiness, and prays he can hold out until the sweet sweet relief arrives in the form of a nice pointy needle.

~*~*~*~*~

Flynn wakes to a weight on his shoulder, plants curling gently over his legs and waist in an almost protective fashion. He smiles faintly, the slightly cool feeling on his skin telling him that the sun has shifted and it's approaching their equivalent of night. Opening his eyes slowly he looks at his dear little sister, her curled sleeping from lifting his hear and making it melt at the same time. 'Making me happy is what you do best my dear little Starla' Sighing softly he looks to the plants, shooing them politely until he has his legs free once more. He doesn't plan to get up just yet, but he wants to have the ability should they be called on. For now he lays content at his sister's side, listening to her breath, letting all the madness from the past few days settle into his bones, letting him really appreciate the peace of now.

~*~*~*~*~

The things in his office are just the way he left them and it takes no time at all for the foxy doctor to grab what he needs to treat his most fussy patient. He makes his way out of the hospital wing, reassuring his underlings that everything is fine, and down towards the Nightmare Guardian's room. Upon arriving however he realizes quickly that something is off. 'I sense only a sliver of negative energy from in there. On his best day in the condition I left him in he wouldn't be able to hide like this' With a huff he opens the door slowly, unsurprised to see the room vacant save for a lone giant scorpion snoozing in the middle of the bed. With a sigh he stares at the arachnid. “So, Spike, where's your master, hmm?”

Spike does not stir.

Shaking his head Crios closes the door and begins wandering around a bit, trying to pinpoint Seishu's location. He's quite sure he knows where the man is, but given the man's tendency to stray, he can't be sure. It takes him a handful of minutes before he arrives at the door to his lord's room and with a sigh and shake of his head he easily makes out Seishu's energy from the other side of the door. 'Really Night? So soon? You can't, I d'know, take a minute to recover before. . .' Shaking his head once more he lifts a hand, knocks once, then pushes the door open. Normally he would wait for a permission to enter his lord's room, but under the circumstances he's sure Enasi will not mind. 'That, and indulging the unruly Night puts you in the same boat and subject to the same embarrassment on whatever I walk in on'

Never Ending Battle ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

The silence is deafening. Akito sees the little nudge, but doesn't know if it will help or hurt. He's seen both in the homes he's stayed in during his missions, the spouse prompting their significant other and things getting better, o9r way, way worse. In this case however, there is a little nugget of hope in the former soldier's chest as the woman in question seems very kind and her husband very attentive. He keeps his focus on the man however, this ruler of the land, waiting, his heart too afraid to even beat, but his determination not wavering. He will see this through if it kills him. 'Which, it very well might, if this goes on much longer' Akito thinks, not sure when the last time he took a breath was.

Then it happens, the emperor speaks and. . .He lives. His breath returns, his ears once more picking up the sounds all around him and now, it seems, with new clarity. He can feel his own face lifting, completely free of his will, as the man agrees to let him go see his father. And more over, for him to take Hiro out of the palace. He doesn't notice the exchange between the mother and son, but he does catch the smile and he feels his heart beat returning full of warmth and vigor. Bowing his head low in thanks he murmurs his gratitude and looks back to the man he will soon call father for further instruction.

The prince and the empress go back to having their own conversation as the large man gives Akito a stern look. “I will be laying some ground rules for you though.” he starts, tilting his head towards Hiro, “The first being, if there is something we need you or he for here in the palace, don't let him talk you into leaving to avoid it.” Akito wrinkles his nose curiously, wondering why Hiro would do such a thing.

'I mean, that sounds like something I would do if I were freaking out, but. . .He doesn't seem one to flee from responsibilities. . .' Despite his thoughts he concludes that this man knows his son better than he does and simply nods, ready for Satoru to continue.

“Next is very important too.” he goes on, taking the nod as ascent. “You two are not to leave without informing someone. We can't have you vanishing without a word and spend hours looking for you, worrying us.” Akito suppresses a cringe at this rule, knowing it's directed at his spur-of-the-moment style of their initial trip to town. He nods at this, agreeing readily, knowing it's what's best for the family, and be extension, empire. Nodding in return Satoru lays down the final rule. Pointing at his son he says, very sternly, “He is not to leave your line of sight, got it?” The firmness in the man's voice and the fire in his eyes makes Akito shrink a bit, but he does not hesitate to nod, keeping his eyes carefully on the man speaking. “I want to hear you say it Aki.” His tone makes the ex-soldier swallow but, taking a slow breath, he manages to sit up straight for his reply.

“I swear sir, on my life and my honor, I will take care of his. . .Hiro, as you have instructed, full and complete.” Satoru eyes him for a long moment before nodding, grunting slightly before turning his attention to his food. Breathing once more, Akito's head comes up as he hears his name mentioned. It takes him a moment to realize what they are talking about and he flushes slightly at the compliment. Shaking his head slightly he looks between the two and mumbles, “I simply had an unfair advantage. I am used to playing against soldiers. When I play against my unit, or other units, I'm not nearly as skilled as I looked. . .”

The empress giggles at his modesty, petting Hoko gently as he licks her fingers. “Yes, well, perhaps you could teach Hironori to play some time Aki-chan. I am sure the village would have fun having more skilled players on occasion.” She looks over at Hiro, beaming. “I am sure he could learn to be a wonderful player, if he put his mind to it.” She giggles. “It could be something the two of you share!” Excited at the prospect she begins discussing having the staff get together and play some times, for practice, with her husband who seems curious at the idea.

Akito on the other hand looks to Hiro, wondering if he'd want to play the game, or if he was reading the signs right that he'd rather not get all sweaty running around, falling over other people and getting scuffed elbows and skinned knees. His runs a hand over his own knee where a light scrape had appeared after a tumble during the game. He gives the young man a soft smile before looking down at his plate and taking a few bites. “I would be more than willing to teach you, but only if you want to. . .Hiro.” A little proud of himself over the only mild hesitation to say his betrothed's name he looks up at the man in question, nibbling on a piece of meat.

We'll take the low road.

Amano visibly flinches at the demon's words, fighting the urge to look away as Illiendi states that his trust is misplaced. He wonders frantically what he did wrong, but manages to keep his eyes up, to keep listening. The words that follow calm him slightly, but he still feels like he's missing something big, and that he's a fool for doing so. A nugget of pessimism enters his mind and latches on to the idea that he was the best choice out of those gathered, and probably not the best over all that Illiendi has available to him. He keeps his thoughts to himself though and smiles faintly at the demon and wanders over to the desk as he heads for the door. 'I'm sorry' He tries desperately to cling to the idea that Illiendi will make a good teacher, that he will become good enough for the demon, and pushes his pessimism back as far as he can as he sits down to get to work.

~*~*~*~*~

Looking up at the faint knock Chesia sets aside her tea and bid the person to enter. Seeing the man set to take her son off across the sea she sniffs slightly, her conflicting feelings making her a bit distraught. She watches him bow, her eyes no longer the way they had been with Amano in the room. The underlying desire for Illiendi is back, but has taken the back burner to her other concerns at the moment. When he rises she motions him to come stand by her. She looks up at him, her face cool despite the mother bear instincts radiating off of her.

With a long sigh she shakes her head. “There is no convincing my dear little boy of the foolishness of this all is there.” It's clear from her tone she expects no answer. After a moment, she goes on. “He has always had a strong will. His brothers see him as a rug to be trodden upon, I am sure, with his quiet ways and quaint hobbies, but that Amano's always had a good head on his shoulders.” She smiles faintly. “Too many books as a baby. Grew into such a soft child.” She looks over at Illiendi's hand, reaching out to take it after a moment. Her eyes trail slowly up his body. Reaching his eyes, she shivers slightly. “You. . .My son is delicate. You keep him safe.” Here eyes trail to the flower in his shirt, something passing behind her eyes before she looks over at the one Amano brought her. “You don't let anything crush my little flower. . .”

~*~*~*~*~

Once the door clicks closed the youth lets out a long sigh, stretching before flopping like a rag doll for several seconds. 'Standing straight and tall all the time is tiring' he muses, wriggling a bit to work out a kink in his back. Sighing again he flops forward, looking very much like a lazy teen being forced to do his homework. Grabbing his quill he doesn't even realize he's lost ninety percent of his spunk and begins jotting down ideas for what they need to do, knowing Illiendi will correct him as needed and taking comfort in that.

Feeling a bit stuffed up in his room after a while, Amano wanders over to his window overlooking the alley next to his house and clicks it open. A giggle from below makes him pause with it barely cracked, wondering who's having fun right next to the house. Tilting his head he manages to make out a ginger head full of curls pressed against the wall of the house by what looks like someone a full head taller. Rage pours through him as he realizes it's his father. His hands grip the sill, hard, his knuckles turning white.

'No room in her house for your betrayal? Or is this one just some tail off the streets you felt like flaunting just out of mother's vision you swine? Can't even show her the courtesy of keeping your depravity behind closed doors you slug!!??' Rage continues to pound through him and he spends several long seconds staring down at the infuriating scene until at last he rips himself away and storms over to his bed. Throwing himself upon it he buries his face in the pillow and begins imagining creative ways of punishing the man he calls father, his list long forgotten.

A Bloody Murder

*Peeks in* I am back from my convention and will be getting back to writing more. I hope to get a reply up to the other one soon. I hope to see you around!

A Bloody Murder

So, how have you've been?

When the Roar Falls ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

Still a bit flushed from the compliment the beastman makes sure to keep his mind on what he's trying to accomplish and not to simply use his hands as a pathetic way to hide himself from them. 'I know he is just being nice, and that he's probably just teasing me, but it's still nice to hear. I like the feeling of someone wanting me around, and he. . .Perhaps likes me around in, a different way' He flushes still deeper at this, though his looks pleased rather than upset. 'I guess he's right. People find me useful, and tell me so, and that is good too. . .'

Taking a deep breath he adds a little honey to the bread before placing the sliced veggies on top of it. 'Sweet things, he likes sweet things. . .' Reminding himself to buy more sweet things for his guest he turns to him with a broad smile and nods, handing over Aryx's portion to the man. He tries to think of something he likes specifically but as he tends to simply buy whatever's cheapest in the market he's not even sure if he has a preference. Looking at the man however it's clear he wants to try and get something specific so with a warm smile he says brightly, “Elk, would be nice. . .” 'It will also keep me in meat for months, depending on how long Aryx stays and how much he can eat'

He's not noticed the man eating overmuch, and recalling the previous day with them bumbling about in the woods he doesn't have too high of hopes, but he feels that if the man is going to do his best to bring in some serious meat to the house, he'd better be ready to take it in. Finishing his bread and veggies he checks his knives and wonders if it would be better or worth it to let the actual butcher in town do the butchering and curing. 'It would take a couple of days, and we could cut off a bit to eat tomorrow. . .Eat some fresh. . .'

While doing his plotting he finishes checking his knives, washes his prep dishes, and begins doing his checks for leaving the house. He's jolted out of his thoughts as he runs his hand over his coiled tail to make sure it's properly in place and a strong sensation races through his that normally doesn't happen during checks. He flushes again, getting a vague idea why it's so sensitive. Glancing over at his guest he smiles softly before covering his tail once more and smoothing out his shirt. “Well!” he says brightly, “Is there anything you need before I go? I can make you a lunch you can carry along with you while hunting or something. . .” He tries to think of other useful things and comes up with nothing, so he simply waits to see what the man has to say.

A Bloody Murder

Ah, sorry sorry, I know, I've been away. Got really busy, messed up sleep schedule, and just all the RL interference! Anyways, I'ma try and be a better partner and be more attentive! Also, if this progresses beyond making out, we really should move to PMs for the duration to avoid being dinged by the admins for inappropriate content :P

A Bloody Murder

Rei listens, ready to hear any kind of explanation. He wants to know, to learn, to move on from this confusion to some kind of understanding. Alessandro however decides to go with the experimental option and Rei nods in agreements, ready to continue trying. 'The more I feel it, the more I will be able to identify and understand it. If I can learn this, then maybe I will be able to learn other things. To progress, to move on. . .Not just in my mind, but. . .But in other parts of myself. . .' He takes a slow breath, watching the man closely.

Shivering slightly at the feeling of the hands on his cheeks Rei nods slowly. “I understand Alessandro.” he murmurs, wondering why the feeling of the man's hands somehow seems stronger now. In some strange way it seems to affect him more. What the effect is, he knows not, however he is more intent now than ever before to find these things out. His normally completely well organized, alert mind feels both more scattered and more focused. It's not enough to scare him away, but as the prince leans back in he wonders just how simple touches can have such an effect, and why anyone would seek them out.

Lips are upon his own again. Warm, soft, moving ever so slightly. The brushing touches send shiver though his body and he tries to focus on them, to understand them. However, then a hand begins moving to new places and his mind and body both are caught between following the new feelings, and reveling in the old ones. Unable to decide he simply lets out a small sound and lets his concentration split.

His lips move slightly against Alessandro's and he recalls the prince telling him to do what he feels like doing, not just sitting there accepting the affections. He repeats the action, his own hands coming up between them to settle against the bare flesh they find there. The hand against his back pulls him in closer and the fae shifts, allowing his body to be moved while letting out another soft noise as his body seems to light on fire from the inside out.

He can not know that this is a strong reaction to such simple things, nor that most people would not be nearly as responsive. He's never been taught these things. No one has bothered to tell him about intimacy. The assassins never thought it something worth teaching, and the fae. . .Well, none wanted to come close to him, so they could never teach him anyways. A rushing heat moves about him to all the places Alessandro is touching, a concentrated burn in his stomach and loins making him shift a little, squirming as he tries desperately to hold on to the moment and not fall away into the heat seeking to consume him.

His hands slide a little higher, clutching the prince's shoulders firmly, and he shifts in a little closer, his lips gently trying to mimic what Alessandro is doing, to try and learn, to understand. His breath has quickened, coming through his nose as his lips are occupied, and he begins feeling like he's wearing far to many articles of clothing. They seems to be in the way and he wonders if he can keep kissing the man and get his top off.

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

As his hand slowly begins to fall from Aoba's wing, the angel himself steps forward further into his reach and without a word, takes hold of his hand with his smaller, softer one. A thrill races through the demon and he shivers slightly. The proximity of the smaller male begins wiping away his sadness and, as he moves even closer, his other hand coming up to rest on his shoulder, Kuro gets lost in the moment. The pains from the past fall away and all he can see is the angel before him, looking at him, returning to him, holding him. He wants to wrap the man up in an embrace and never let him go, but instead he schools himself and waits to see what Aoba does.

It is worth the wait. The first hesitant touches of those soft, warm lips are enough to shatter his control, but the faint feeling of pure energy tainting the kiss reminds him firmly of just what ravishing the little angel would do to them both and he manages to do nothing more than bringing his free hand up to rest on the man's cheek, his fingertips gently caressing the smooth skin it's finds there. For most people, they would call the feeling of Aoba showing them such affection “heaven”, but as Kuro is a demon without a heart all he can really equate it to is a light feeling of bliss.

He feels aroused, and needy, and he knows there is more he should be feeling, but for now a strong fondness is all that fills his chest as he moves his lips against Aoba's, returning the kiss with fervor. Rather more quickly than he would have liked, the angel pulls back and Kuro's hand falls to his side, his body keyed up and demanding he draw the man back up against him, but feeling the faint shake in his movements against his shoulder he simply takes hold of his arms in a steadying motion, willing him to feel better quickly so that they can move forward. He's not quite sure which way that is for now, nor how to go about it, but he knows for certain he wants to go there.

He listens silently to Aoba, not letting him go too far when he stand up properly as he can't seem to force his hands to let go of the man's arms. He feels warmer and warmer the more he hears and joy races through him like a fierce storm when he repeatedly says that he's happy at the farm, and that he definitely wants to stay. 'I can't believe it, it's really true. He's gonna stay, and he wants to be here, and I. . .I get to keep him. . .' Smiling wide he nods, scooping Aoba up once more, nuzzling his neck cutely as he walks them towards the bath.

“You didn't ruin a thing Aoba.” he murmurs, smiling teasingly down at the younger male. “In fact, you have had quite a. . .Rousing effect on the situation.” He smirks, kissing the angel's neck gently before setting him down beside the tub. Setting to work quickly he gets the fire going and the water running in a matter of minutes before finally striping down while he waits for the tub to fill. They've had a few baths since first moving in, and normally he would be at least pretend polite and wait until right before they climb in to disrobe, but with all the interference from Dani during many of those sessions, and the low, low chance that they will get many times like this alone together in the foreseeable future, Kuro doesn't want to waste even a moment on false modesty.

He knows nothing's going to happen, that the angel is still to pure and innocent and shy for anything to truly progress, but he wants the man to know the effect he has on the demon for future reference and feels no shame in wandering around in such a state.

~*~*~*~*~

Fenrir thought he was used to this by now. He's been watching them for a while after all, and while he's tried to give them privacy when they are not clothed, he's always been a bit nervous when they both are at the same time. His stomach flip-flops as he sees the progression from kisses to nuzzling to Kuro walking around nude and proud to stand by Aoba next to the tub in such a state. 'The last thing I've ever wanted to see is you with a stiffy, Kuro. . .' He shudders, but keeps his eyes on the scene, hoping that the demon has enough sense to keep it in his pants. Figuratively of course.

Who Will Break? ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

'Well, at least nothing of my own little mishaps from last night disturbed the poor boy's night' Kiel comforts himself with thoughts of Zach sleeping peacefully, glad he didn't have any nightmares as he settles in for breakfast. With a sigh he murmurs, “My night went well enough. No complaints.” Focusing on his meal he watches Zach with interest. 'He seems pretty alert this morning. Must be the good night. . .I wonder how bad the nightmares really are for him. . .I know kids like him have it rough. Being plagued, even in their sleep.'

At the idea of taking Sara outside Kiel brightens up even more. “That sounds wonderful!” He follows Zach's gaze and smiles brightly at the peeking girl. She nods at the question before shuffling out of the room in her over long night shirt, a brush clutched in her fingers. “Good morning Sara!” he says cheerily and she smiles back at him before plopping down in front of the priest, holding the brush over her shoulder. Chuckling Kiel turns, taking the brush and setting to work.

She looks over at Zach, her eyes bright. “Outside?” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Not too far, right?” She blinks her eyes, gazing at him with them opened wide in question and worry. Kiel runs his fingers through her hair comfortingly as he works on removing her tangles, smiling softly.