You’re a mess, darling [ Volker ] [M]

[SanctifiedSavage]

It was refreshing to have someone touch him so freely. To want him without worry or concern. Without being afraid of what he did. If anything, it had irked Shura that Reinhard thought him hopeless.

Now, though, he just felt wanted. Excited by that sense and squirming because of it. Unable to remain still, especially with that mouth trailing along his skin in sensitive places. Shura continued to watch, even whined a little when he was teased with proximity, but he didn't demand anything. That was hardly any fun and it wasn't in his nature.

He easily helped kick his pants deeper into the blankets – something to worry about later – and sucked in a sharp breath when Reinhard's warm tongue teased the softer, smoother skin of his inner thigh. Shura was a slender man and not particularly hairy either. What he did have was silver-white and fine, which gave his arms and legs the appearance of being hairless despite the contrary.

Neither was he particularly well endowed. Nothing unnatural but he wasn't about to go gagging anyone without extreme effort. Shura groaned long and low when he wasn't teased anymore. The hot feel of Reinhard's mouth  was just... Well, Shura really couldn't remember the last time. His hand was certainly a poor comparison.

He tried not to move so much and one hand gripped the blankets so he wasn't grabbing ahold of Reinhard. Trying to behave, to let the other man do as he wanted. In a way, it was nice to have someone else dictate what was happening rather than Shura have to figure it out. His life was already a mess of him trying to figure things out.

[Volker]

The little whines and squirming were encouraging him. He abandoned the slow, explorative pace, sucking hungrily. His head bobbed between Shura's legs, his hips grinding against the bed to get some sort of relief. It had been a long time for him. Under the covers he was immersed in Shura's scent. He could feel every time his hips quivered or he squirmed and grabbed at the bedsheets. Volker didn't want him to behave. Shura didn't have to pretend around him; he could do as he felt naturally. He lowered his head down to Shura's hips, pushing the other man's cock into the tight ring of his throat. He wanted more of those little sounds.

First he needed out of his trousers. The fabric was beginning to rub uncomfortably. He pulled a hand down to shed his own clothing, kicking it away impatiently. Volker was a respectable size; not much larger than most men but comfortably thick. Volker pulled his head up and kissed the tip of Shura's member, nuzzling down the length of it and guiding Shura's knees over his shoulders. He ran his tongue over his new lover's entrance, just to see how he would react.

[SanctifiedSavage]

What had started out as a slow, heated tease quickly dissolved into... well, not that at all. One of Shura's hands lightly came to rest on the top of Reinhard's head, if only to feel the echo of his movements while he occasionally rocked his hips. He didn't move more than that because he didn't want to ruin the pace, the movements, of that sweet, sweet mouth. His breathing became quick and ragged, needy, while his eyes were half closed, unfocused.

He was far too interested in what he was feeling now.

When Reinhard sought more of those sounds, he easily got them. Shura didn't have any concept of trying to quiet himself so he moaned readily, unable to help but buck a little.

Panting as Reinhard's mouth left him, hard and wet, he was easily moved. Legs shifted over his shoulders. Shura had no idea why, didn't even bother trying to consider. His thoughts were already scattered and lost, apart of the buzz already in his mind.

The new feel, the press of a tongue lower, did startle him. Shura mewled a little and, true to form, squirmed. It was certainly a different position, different sensation, but he didn't protest. At that moment in time, he wouldn't have protested just about anything Reinhard wanted to do. Especially when everything he'd wanted up until now had felt... well. Wonderful.

[Volker]

Those sweet little mews urged Volker on. He dragged his thick, broad tongue over Shura's entrance, growling deep in his throat. He was himself lost in instinct, the want, the need to mount. If he had been a crueler man he'd have simply flipped Shura over and taken him. Instead he carefully prepared him, his tongue dipping deep inside that tight, sweet warmth. He groaned, pulling Shura's hips down close to him. His powerful shoulders pulled Shura down on the bed like he weighed nothing. His mouth worked Shura open, his hand wrapping around his lover's needy cock and stroking him. Slowly. He didn't want his lover to come just yet. No. He wanted to mount Shura and watch him come underneath him.

After a moment he switched. A finger pressed inside of Shura, curling gently and questing for that little spot inside men that would send lightning bolts up his cock. He wanted Shura moaning for him before he finally pressed inside.

[SanctifiedSavage]

Shura was forgetting how to breathe proper. Not that it particularly mattered now. It seemed every time Reinhard moved his tongue just so or then, when his hand moved over his hard length, his breath would catch. Ruin whatever rhythm he'd had before. Caught between mewling and moaning, occasionally sighing Reinhard's name in half strangled syllables. Not quite getting it all out because he was being washed over in a lot of sensation.

Not like he was used to something like this.

Blood he could handle. Murder and broken bodies, sure. But this was a lot and so much and he was processing only so much.

The strange pressure of Reinhard's finger pushing in him made Shura tense for a moment. Requiring a bit more force, but he didn't protest even then. There was a pleasure in that pressure, a sense of want and more until Shura quite literally wiggled against that finger when there was a sharp sense sweet pleasure that teased at a building sensation, and he wanted that. Shura desperately did.

He didn't know it, but he started to breathe "please" between his moans. Wanting, wanting, and unsure what he needed to do, but asking for it anyway.

[Volker]

The mention of his name made Volker's hips jerk. He didn't want that name mumbled, he wanted Shura crying it out. Shura was flushed, panting and moaning, begging him. He wasn't going to be any better prepared. Volker moved Shura's knees to his shoulders, taking his own member in his hand and pressing it against Shura. He supported himself with one arm next to Shura's head, watching him intently as he pressed forward. The head of his cock slipped in, the tight ring hugging around his cock. His hips shivered and he stopped, waiting for his lover to adjust. Gods, he desperately wanted to plunge in deep...but he waited. He needed the tenseness in Shura's body to relax just a little bit.

He ran his hand up Shura's side, his eyes hungry and wanting. Slowly he rocked his hips forward, burying himself inch by inch inside of his lover. He leaned forward to kiss his neck, their hips meeting. Volker was enrobed in tight, wet silk and it took every ounce of self control not to rut violently. His pace was slow, grinding, waiting for Shura to get used to the sensation of having Volker's cock move in and out of him.

[SanctifiedSavage]

There was a moment of reprieve as Reinhard moved over him and adjusted his place. Shura watched him, panting, gripping his shoulders. The grip wasn't particularly hard though. Just to help ground him. Remind him where he was, what was going on.

The pressure difference between a finger and Reinhard's cock was vast.  Shura certainly tensed, initially, and looked up at Reinhard with narrowed eyes. He didn't want him to stop, but the patience was certainly appreciated. It was a foreign sensation, as was having someone so close. Quite intimate, at least for Shura. Why would anyone want to be with a bloodmage? He should be scary...

He certainly did not feel scary right now.

When Reinhard started to sink into him, Shura keened softly and clutched at his shoulders. Not telling him to quit, but damn. It was a filling pleasure. A raw sense of being... full but not in a way he could compare to anything else. Uniquely tied to the way Reinhard pushed into him until, with a shuddering breath, he was buried. His breath shuddered some and he groaned a little on the exhale.

Definitely a good thing they were the only ones around.

His own hips rocked a little reflexively in kind with Reinhard's, encouraging, testing. The pressure felt good, hit places in Shura that he liked having touched. His grip on Reinhard's shoulders was a little tigher now, but he was far more relaxed, and accepting, and eager, second by second.

[Volker]

Fear wasn't a sensation Volker had felt around Shura. Respect for his destructive power, but not fear. He considered them equals. After all, who would want to be a cannibal, especially a man of his age? He kissed Shura's neck, encouraging him when he felt the other man's fingers tighten on his shoulders. He wasn't sure if this was Shura's first time, but from the way he was reacting it seemed like it. He needed to be slow, and pay attention to the cues his lover was giving him. He could feel how tight Shura was...how hot he was, every little fold and velvety touch of his flesh begging him in deeper.

Then Shura was lifting his hips, encouraging him to fuck. Volker growled possessively and kissed Shura. It was rough, dominant. He needed to go faster and his hips began to pick up the pace, driving himself against his lover's body. He wanted to hold the pace but it had been too long. He wanted to spill his seed inside of his new lover. His hips rutted sharply against Shura, Volker's breathing picking up.

He sat up, looking down at the place where their bodies met. "Scream my name." he growled, thrusting his hips sharply against Shura, shoving him powerfully a few inches up the bed.

[SanctifiedSavage]

There was another shift in the mood, the momentum. From the slow grind to the rough, possessive growl. Shura liked that growl. It wasn't one that came from his own mind. A wordless sound from someone else.

He really liked it. The sound alone sent a ripple through him and he eagerly responded to Reinhard. Wanting him in the kiss and, once he started moving, groaning hotly between his quick breaths. Every time Reinhard pushed into him, it was like he chased the breath out of Shura's lungs. There was a bit of dull pain – it'd been a long time for Shura and Reinhard's thrusts were hardly kind – but Shura didn't mind that either.

It was nice. Like the growl. A certain flair to it that had him rocking into it, as much as he could, and holding onto Reinhard so he could use the other man to move. To brace himself.

When Reinhard shifted and the position changed, so too did the feel of him fucking Shura. He mewled sharply between a couple of breaths and, then there was that growl again. Demanding and rough and, coupled with the rough thrust, was more than enough to prompt Shura to mindlessly obey. He screamed and felt his entire body tense up. It was painful, the way he tensed around Reinhard, but that only seemed to spike the electric pleasure that invariably spilled out on his stomach and abs.

[Volker]

Watching Shura move and squirm beneath him was something he'd never forget. He was being rough with Shura, but the other rose to the occasion and moaned for him. His lover was bucking back greedily against him. He wanted more and Volker could only provide. He gripped Shura's hips, pinning him down and forcing him to focus more on the pleasure he was getting from each thrust.

Gods, then the obedience. The way Shura screamed his name and came. The way his body tensed up and every cry became a strangled mewl. He bared his teeth, his hands planted on either side of Shura's head and his hips slamming into him relentlessly. He could feel his own orgasm building, tensing deep in his belly. Shura squeezed him as he came, prompting Rheinhard to thrust deep and fill him with a loud roar.

He didn't immediately pull out. He slowed his pace to an aching crawl, drawing out the feeling of his orgasm as his cock pulsed and spurted his seed inside of the blood mage. Volker kissed him hungrily, biting his lower lip hard enough to make it bleed. He never wanted to leave Shura's warmth, but eventually his body made the decision for him. He arched his back, letting the cool air between them.

That was fun to watch. Oor told them in an amused tone of voice. Volker half-blindly threw a pillow at him.

[SanctifiedSavage]

Now that there was a lack of pleasure, there was a ragged soreness. He was still panting, softly, with his eyes barely open while he lazily watched Reinhard over him. Shura's hands lazily released his shoulders and fell to the mattress. Boneless and spent, he wasn't going to be moving any time soon.

He did lick at his lip where he'd been bit. Where it throbbed and had bled. Just a little. A sweet note in the otherwise honeyed rush of... well, all of that.

When he threw the pillow, Shura chuckled a little and shifted. Testing what hurt to move and what didn't. Legs. Hips. Ass. Mm. He definitely wasn't going to be moving anywhere quick. Just... just lay there. Even though Shura now considered himself quite the mess. Blood, old or new, didn't bother him. But the remainder of sex, on him and in him? Well, that'd need taken care of eventually.

When his breathing calmed and his thoughts weren't so scattered, Shura smiled just a little. Almost a smirk. "I wouldn't have guessed you'd be so rough..." Teasing. Just a little.

[Volker]

Volker stretched, moving to flop next to Shura and catch his breath. He was exhausted, with a satisfying ache in his groin. He too, needed to clean himself. He wanted to rest, but he wasn't sure he wanted to sleep in his own mess. That had never appealed to him. Shura broke the blessed silence, and Volker looked at him. He was fairly sure that Shura was teasing him. "You enjoyed it." Volker said with a soft smile. "You were begging me to mount you."

He arched his back, rolling his shoulders and letting a series of rolling pops cascade down his joints. He yawned, and turned his head to lick Shura's neck. He got up, shaking the overheated feeling of laboring under a pile of blankets off in the chilly air. "Come bathe with me." he offered, extending his hand to Shura to help him up. If he wasn't able to rise, Volker would simply scoop him up out of bed and head toward the bathtub.

It would be barely big enough to fit both of them, but it would do.

[SanctifiedSavage]

Shura made sure the blanket didn't fall on him, and in the mess he'd made on himself. That meant his skin was exposed to the chill air. There was no winning. He still didn't move though, attention drifting from Reinhard, to the ceiling, to the low fire, and back again.

It wasn't so bad. He could use the cooling off.

The smile from Reinhard was its own reward. Not like he'd been smiling a lot since they'd met. Though what he added, about Shura wanted it, had a dark blush coloring his cheeks and neck. He hadn't been entirely aware about a lot of the things that had come out of his mouth, in the moment. Not that he was upset it had, or that he'd taken it back, just that... Well.

It had been awhile. Shura couldn't remember the last time. Memory is faulty anyway. He sighed a little and rubbed at his eyes. He would likely forget this, too, if Reinhard left him for any long period of time. Not because it wasn't worth remembering or Shura hadn't enjoyed himself, his mind just... His memory was just that bad.

When Reinhard licked at his neck, Shura made a pleased, lazy noise in the back of his throat and lightly touched his shoulder. The idea of getting up and getting in water sounded good. Gathering up the will, and energy, Shura sat up and reached for his hand. His legs and ass was not happy with this motion, but he stood anyway. He definitely needed a bath. The smell of sex lingered in the air – which wasn't bad in and of itself – but Shura definitely wanted to wash it off of himself.

Seeing the tub full of water, he murmured, "That was nice of you..." before he glanced at Reinhard, red eyes narrowing a little, "Did you plan this?" He wasn't upset. That'd have been silly, and there wasn't really a way for Reinhard to have planned it. But it was an amusing accusation.

[Volker]

Volker looked at him, eyes showing no emotion. "No. I didn't expect it." he said. "I cleaned myself, and I thought that you would appreciate the same. If you didn't take me up on the offer, I would have simply washed my clothes in it. It had two potentials." He pointed out. After all the steamy bath would have done just as well for his clothes as it did for Shura's body. The sex had been a bit of an unexpected kink in his plans for the bath. He nodded to it, letting Shura slowly climb in, then did the same. Volker was rather utilitarian in the bath. He washed himself, getting the scent of sweat, sex and Shura off of him, then climbed out. He would dry himself by the fire, and give Shura some privacy.

He went to melt more snow for his clothes. The rest of his time waiting for Shura was spent washing his clothes, and laying them out by the fire to dry. He settled onto the bed naked, waiting quietly for them to be dry. He would have to move on soon. They couldn't stay here forever. A city would do him much better than being out in the country; there were more resources and more places to hide. It would be warmer, as well. Oor would be happier. The spirit would only get amused by sex for so long.

Perhaps he'd go visit an old friend. If he could find him. Volker stretched out on his back on top of the bed, lazily watching the fire. He wouldn't mind company from Shura.

[SanctifiedSavage]

Shura didn't pay any more mind to the question he'd asked and forgot about it entirely once he was in the water. Unlike Reinhard, he did linger. Leaning against the rim and relaxing. Seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

Which, well, he was. Adrift in the various buzzing of conversation he couldn't quite hear, the crackle of fire, and the sounds of someone moving around him. A real someone. Odd. Welcomed, but odd. And the ever present background siren song of moving blood. Not his own. Someone else's. He could identify Reinhard by it now. A plucked melody on an off key harp. Just under the whispered words. He could hear it, and if he wanted to, Shura could reach for it.

But he didn't. Just listened.

It was only after Reinhard laid down that Shura eventually cleaned himself up, movements stiff and a little mechanical, then up and out of the water. There was still a chilled bite to the air and he grabbed the closest thing – his coat – and wrapped himself in it before depositing himself near the fire to dry and warm up. After feeding it another piece of wood.

He didn't have any plans. Shura didn't plan. He moved around depending on his needs, on whatever called him, and wherever he needed or wanted to go. Same as how he'd ended up where he presently was. Breaking the quiet, he asked, "Where will you go now?" Did it matter? Should it?

It did. In a way.

He rubbed at one of his eyes, where an ache started just behind it. That press like someone else was in his head, just searching for a way to get out. Should it, should it? Probably not. No. But he liked the company and it was rare that someone didn't scream and flee from him. That mattered... didn't it?

[Volker]

Volker watched Shura deposit himself by the fire...in the filthy coat.He sighed and got up, kissing Shura's neck and gently peeling the coat off of him so he could wash it properly. He settled Shura on the bed, wrapping the warmed blankets around him so he'd have something while Volker worked to get their clothes clean. He looked up at Shura when the man asked him where he would go. "I am seeking a friend of mine. Jonathan Burr. A skilled mage in his own right; a man who works to transform the properties of things around him. He is haunted, like myself. We have been friends for a very long time. I have not seen him in years." Volker said. "He tends to stick around cities. I wanted to try the nearest one."

Great. You're subjecting me to Hob on top of everything else? Oor asked sourly. What happened to staying here for a few weeks? Fuck yourself silly and glut on meat. It's completely safe. No one would bother you out here.

"There is only so much wood, and the bodies will attract predators soon. There will be traders. A town does not reach this size without trading with the outside." Volker reasoned. "It is time to move on."

He laid Shura's coat out to dry and joined him on the bed, putting his arm around Shura's waist and pulling him against his side. "You are welcome to come with us, if you choose." he said quietly.

[SanctifiedSavage]

Shura made a faint noise of protest when his jacket was pulled off, frowning at Reinhard. The noise was the only protest though and he was easily moved bodily as the other man wanted. That, too, was odd. No one just... manhandled him... like that. Moved him around as they wanted, did as they wanted.

Reinhard just did it without question.

The bloodmage watched him from on the mattress, wrapped in blankets but otherwise still unclothed. It didn't surprise Shura that Reinhard would have friends – other people he knew – or that he'd want to see them. All Shura generally had for company were, well, the shadows around him and the whispers. It made for poor conversation, generally.

At the mention of the bodies and predators, Shura glanced at the door. To what he knew was beyond it. He never really stayed anywhere long enough to even think about what became of it after he was there. Before. After. What does any of that even matter?

It didn't, he supposed.

The offer to join them, though... "You're full of surprises," Shura said, glancing at him before settling comfortably against Reinhard's side.

He wasn't paranoid – he didn't think Reinhard was trying to put him in some sort of trap. This would've been a very weird way to go about it, but he was a little hesitant. Shura knew he had bouts of being less than lucid. If Reinhard hadn't liked the mess he'd walked in on, Shura doubted he'd like traveling with him. "I'll go with you until you get tired of me." That seemed to be the better answer.

[Volker]

"We will go in the morning, then." Volker said. It was fair. The pair did have their differences; Shura seemed to favor mass destruction over careful planning and waste didn't bother him as much as it did Volker. Strangely enough, he could picture Jonathan and Shura getting along. The other mage had the same lackadaisical attitude toward mess and definitely generated enough of it to drive Volker up the wall. Volker was painfully organized about some things. He didn't see anything wrong with everything having a place.

Volker nuzzled into Shura's neck. "I do not think we will get tired of one another any time soon." he purred into Shura's ear, kissing along his jaw. "Somehow I think you around to keep me warm will prove very beneficial." he scooped up Shura and moved the man to his lap, blankets and all. He arranged them so they were chest to chest, Shura's legs on either side of his hips, sharing the blanket cocoon. He kissed him.

[SanctifiedSavage]

Shura smiled a little more at what Reinhard had to say. He seemed optimistic, which was good, yes? He was still trying to get used to the idea that someone wanted him around. Was next to him. Near and warm.

The words against his ear and mouth on his neck near melted him. Making him pliable. Shura was so used to be alone and cold, or at least chilled, that he liked being close and warm. Sliding his arms around Reinhard's neck loosely while he settled on his lap. The blankets kept the chill from getting at his back, trapping their warmth together.

He smiled a little into the kiss and squirmed just a little, nipping at Reinhard's lower lip. "I'd follow you around for the food alone," he teased softly, playfully. That really wasn't all but that had been the first thing – what had started it all. A hot meal in a cold place. Shura wanted to remember that. Remember this. Maybe... if he was around Reinhard enough, the man would stick in his mind and he would. Since he'd never had the opportunity to try... It was worth giving it a shot.

[Volker]

Volker hissed in a breath when Shura squirmed on his lap. He wrapped his arms around Shura's waist, encouraging him to grind down on him. He nipped back at Shura's lip, playful. "It will only improve in the city. I will take spices with us." he said softly. There were so many things the city could provide that the wilderness couldn't. Soap, hot water, vegetables and ripe fruit. He leaned forward and kissed Shura deeply. He wanted to lounge in a nice hotel room with Shura, feeding him peaches poached in cream and fucking until the small hours of the morning.

He gave that low, deep, possessive growl again. The kind that vibrated his entire chest and thrummed against Shura. He nipped along Shura's collarbone, giving him a nice little half-necklace of reddened bites, each sealed with a little flick of his tongue. Jonathan's house was big. Surely he wouldn't mind Volker bringing along Shura. He ran his hands up Shura's back, then down to squeeze his rear. He liked the idea of seeing Shura tangled up in silk sheets, sleeping away a good meal and a good fuck.