You’re a mess, darling [ Volker ] [M]

[SanctifiedSavage]

He hadn't meant to prompt the response he got, but Shura certainly didn't mind it. Making a pleased sound when he was encouraged to move more so – and he did. The blood mage had no idea what spices might do to food, he couldn't name a one besides salt. Pepper? Were those spices? Spending so much time wandering from small home and farm house, tasting dried meat and hard bread, Shura would pretty much be thankful for anything made – anything cooked.

Granted, he also enjoyed the company. The possessive growl made him shiver and groan softly. It was such a visceral noise to come from someone. One of his hands lightly gripped the back of Reinhard's neck as he decorated Shura's pale skin with red marks.

Faintly breathy, he murmured, "If we're going to leave in the morning, should we sleep?" Because this didn't feel like it was leading to sleep. Or was apart of sleeping. Not that he overly minded. Being touched and, in a way, pampered like this was new and exciting. Having someone pay so much attention to him was thrilling. Shura wasn't sure how he could begin to repay it all, but he'd try. Maybe by doing things, in kind, for Reinhard.

That was a thought. A scattered one, at the moment, but Shura clung to it as he did Reinhard. It was something new, like the man he was with, and he liked it. Liked this.

[Volker]

"Sleep will come." Volker muttered, and captured Shura's lips again. The way they were grinding together was nursing his arousal. He lifted his hips, rocking himself against his lover's body. He deepened the kiss, his hands squeezing Shura's rear. He rubbed a finger across his lover's entrance, kissing his jaw and biting his chin. Volker used his teeth as much as his lips and tongue to communicate his affections. Sometimes, when he got excited, he drew blood. Tiny beads of it popped up along a particularly sharp bite to the side of Shura's neck.

Volker's lips trailed lower, kissing across his throat. He gently closed his teeth around it, and squeezed ever so slightly. Not enough to hurt, just enough to make breathing a little more difficult. From his own experience it would take the edge off of being mounted. It also tended to make arousal hit twice as hard. He pressed his finger inside of Shura, searching for his spot. He grazed it, tending to it with little strokes of his fingerpad.

[SanctifiedSavage]

Shura let out a soft laugh at the vocal reply. So it would seem his new found friend had other things on his mind. Not that he, nor his rocking hips, were complaining. Shura was soaking up the attention, the kiss, reveling in the way someone else responded to him that wasn't fright. It was thrilling.

He sucked in a sharp breath when Reinhard teased him with a finger, though the exhale was a long groan. The smell of his blood, light in the air, was sweet and tangy. Shura adored it. Like a perfumed accent to the already sharp scent of them being together. Shura's blood didn't run on his skin, like it might on someone else, but clung to him like it didn't want to leave.

And it didn't.

The bloodmage mewled a little when Reinhard bit him, harder, and rocked back against his hand. He was still a little sore from before, but that wasn't particularly stopping Shura either. Encouraging Reinhard to touch and stroke, sending shocks of pleasure through him. The dull pain was a sweet treat on all of it. Something that kept him sharp and alert to what was being done to him. He squeezed the back of Reinhard's neck reflexively – nowhere near hard enough to do anything – and tried to keep his breathing as even as possible. Which was incredibly difficult, given all the things being done to him.

[Volker]

Volker kept Shura still. His jaws were powerful, and it was his preferred way of killing. He could hold on like a bulldog, stubbornly cutting off the air of his victims until their kicks and punches died away into weak flailing. With Shura it was a gentle pressure. Just enough so Volker could feel the pulse throbbing against his teeth. He teased and stroked with his finger, lubricated with the leavings of their earlier coupling. His cock pressed against Shura's belly, hot and swollen.

Eventually he kept his hand still, spreading his fingers so Shura could rock back onto his finger a little more comfortably. Every movement rubbed his fingertip against Shura's spot, sending electric pulses of pleasure through his pale lover. Volker released his throat briefly, enough to kiss his ear. "Look at you, grinding back on me. You want to come." he purred deeply, darkly. His teeth nipped at Shura's ear, sending a hot little droplet of blood welling up on the edge of his ear like a tiny ruby. "Do you want to come for me?" he licked the blood away, dragging his finger against Shura's spot in a long, slow, tantalizing stroke.

[SanctifiedSavage]

The bite didn't bother him. If anything, it seemed to encourage Shura to move. To squirm and rock as much as his body might while not tempting any more pressure from Reinhard's mouth. A maddening game of be still but not too still. It was lovely. With one hand gripping Reinhard's neck, a way of grounding himself where he was, the other long fingered hand slipped between them so he could, in turn, touch and explore the cock that had, not so long ago, been buried in him. Tracing around the tip of the length with his fingertips before wrapping his hand around and slowly, in time to his own rocking, stroke him.

Shura didn't have the capacity to be ashamed, but he could certainly be embarrassed by what Reinhard whispered against his ear. His already flushed, pale skin darkening a shade though that didn't stop him. He was a creature of response and reaction. He wasn't about to think about what he was doing now. That was not only against his nature, but entirely counterproductive. So, breathy and trembling from the way Reinhard was still touching him, he answered, "Y-yes..." It wouldn't take much, or any time at all. He was already painfully hard with a glistening drop of precum perched precariously  at the tip. He just wanted... needed... a little more coaxing. Already awash in sensation, he was easily at Reinhard's mercy.

[Volker]

Volker groaned at the gentle, exploratory touches. He loved the little flames of pleasure that followed Shura's hand as his lover rubbed him. He kissed Shura affectionately, a sadistic thought coming to him. He wrapped his hand around Shura's member and gave it a slow, squeezing stroke. He then put his thumb securely against the small area where the underside of Shura's cock met his balls, preventing him from orgasming. "You're going to have to ask better than that." he purred teasingly, pressing his finger deep and brushing Shura's spot. Not the nice, dragging touches of before but a teasing little graze that barely touched him. "And what are you going to do for me if I let you come?" Volker whispered in his ear, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

He wanted Shura to feel that delicious, almost painful burn of teetering on the edge of orgasm but not being allowed to tip over the edge. He wanted to watch him squirm, blush and beg to come. He had to admit, he was curious to see what he would come up with in answer to his question. Did Shura have a little spark of sexual creativity in him?

[SanctifiedSavage]

Shura was panting when Reinhard kissed him, stealing what breath he had. He thought that would be how he'd come undone. Moaning against his mouth. But no. Reinhard was cruel indeed when the rough pressure made Shura cry out and squeeze the back of Reinhard's neck again, desperate this time.

He's being cruel. Very.

Thoughts scattered and sluggish, Shura was at the point he'd have said just about anything Reinhard wanted him to. So when he was prompted to ask better, he did. He begged softly and ran his thumb over the tip of Reinhard's cock out of reflex, wanting to touch him in kind. He still tried to rock back, seeking the pressure of the finger in him. Wanting the relief of it all.

And what would he do? Shura would do... well, just about anything. But that was probably not going to be satisfying answer or one taken too seriously. Though he didn't know Reinhard well enough to have a long list of things to suggest, nor was his memory going to help him, so he offered in a desperate plea, "If you let me, I'll use my mouth for you..." It'd certainly been lovely when the same had been done to him.

[Volker]

Volker kissed Shura's neck as he begged, squirming and whining on his lap. Still his thumb stayed unmoving. He loved it. He loved the way Shura squealed and quivered. His orgasm was going to hit him so much harder the more seconds ticked by with Shura on the edge, shivering and pleading with him. The way he whined made his cock jerk in Shura's hand, precome running over his lover's fingers. "Good boy." he purred, taking his time to look at the spectacle before him.

Begging to suck him. He licked Shura's cheek and released him. He pinned down Shura's hips, preventing him from moving and forcing him to focus on every tiny sensation. He rubbed Shura's spot mercilessly, stroking again and again in a feverish pace. "Come." he growled. That lovely baritone reserved for flaying men alive...or when he was feeling particularly dominant. If he timed it right this orgasm would be much rougher than the one he'd fucked out of Shura. It would be an inferno of need and want coiled deep.

[SanctifiedSavage]

Shura really thought he was being tortured. It was mean of Reinhard to tease him so. Denying him. He writhed and played his hand over the other man's cock in an attempt to convince him otherwise. It didn't work, of course. Reinhard was far better at this control thing. Shura wasn't. At all. He wanted and reacted and cared little more for anything else.

He ached so much it hurt.

When he was finally released, he cried out sharply and rest his forehead on Reinhard's shoulder. He didn't process that he was making yet another mess on himself, the suppressed orgasm shooting cum along his already pale abs and over he rest of his cock. There shouldn't have been so much but it was almost as much as before. Shura clung to Reinhard, the lovely growled command echoing in his head.

The cry turned into a whimper and he shivered, clenching painfully around Reinhard's finger in him and squirming in an effort to get away because everything just seemed too much then.

[Volker]

Volker held Shura through his orgasm, nuzzling him gently and slowly pulling his finger out. He didn't let him go. He held him against his shoulder and kissed him. He could feel Shura's abdomen flexing violently as he came between them. Orgasming that hard for the second time in a night must have felt draining. He rubbed his back, nuzzling his nose into Shura's hair and inhaling. "You aren't used to that yet." he said, his fingers ghosting along Shura's skin. For some reason the way Shura had bucked and screamed had turned him on more than he had been in a very, very long time. Even though he was comforting Shura through it, his own member was still hard and aching between them.

He waited for Shura to calm down a bit from the overstimulation and ran a hand over Shura's hips. He would be so sensitive. "Ride it out." he said calmly, putting a hand under Shura's chin and tilting the other man's head toward him.

[SanctifiedSavage]

Shura panted softly and mewled into the kiss. He was, literally and figuratively, spent. Sore and tired and empty and drained. He was tired and everything felt heavy. He'd been clean, but that was history. Faintly sweaty, covered in his own release once more. That seemed to be the theme of the night.

Used to that yet. Yet, yet. That sounded deliciously ominous.

The touches were light but still so electric. He wanted to just sprawl on the mattress. To just lay down and... exist, but he also didn't really want to move either. Especially when Reinhard caught his chin and directed his half-lidded red eyes to his own. "I might not be able to move in the morning," he murmured.

[Volker]

Volker picked up his dry shirt from the floor and mopped up Shura with it, letting him flop onto the mattress. A little pinch to his own nether regions corrected his own problem, much as it threatened to bring water to his eyes with the stinging pain of it. He kissed Shura's forehead. "Sleep. I have to prepare." he said. He'd brought a pack with him, but precious little else. He needed rags to wrap food in. He needed to gather the spice bottles from the kitchen, and melt water for the journey. Surely someone here had canteens. Warm clothing was all around them; he'd just need to find a set that fit him and wash them.

He bundled up Shura in bed, washed his shirt (again), tugged up his trousers and started on his own list. Occasionally he came back to add a log to the fire so Shura wouldnt' be too cold. He gathered up their supplies with the ease of a man who had done so many times. When he finally curled up in bed with Shura it was extremely late in the night.

Wake up, lovebirds. Oor poked the edge of the bed. Volker sighed and pulled Shura closer to him in bed. He didn't want to wake up yet. 

[SanctifiedSavage]

Shura grunted a little when Reinhard cleaned him up, leaning back until he was just laying down. He did frown a little when that seemed to be it, but he couldn't right proper summon the energy for much else unless the other man was just going to fuck his mouth.

Instead, Shura was told to sleep while Reinhard prepared. He didn't understand what that really meant. Shura just... went places. Though he was rapidly learning that nothing was ever so simple with Reinhard. He make a noise of acknowledgement and curled up in the blankets. He wanted to help. Maybe after a nap.

That was the intention. Shura didn't wake up. Not even when Reinhard joined him, though he was drawn to the warmth of the other body and tangled himself with it. Warm and nice. Not how he usually slept.

At the prompting in the morning, Shura cracked one red eye open to peer at the shadow-thing. Oor. Was it morning? Already? It felt like he'd just gotten to rest and now... He grunted a little and hid his face in Reinhard's chest, in the warmth and darkness of the blankets. "Really set on leaving today?" he groaned, dramatically whining.

[Volker]

Volker flopped on his back and put his arm around Shura. He didn't want to leave the safety of the bed, but Oor was right. They had to go. He groaned and got up, kissing Shura's neck. "Come." he said simply, pulling on his shirt and the thick coat he'd found. He bundled himself up with thick wool socks, some gloves, and better pants. He even had a pair of wool socks for Shura. His pack had enough meat in it to last a few solid weeks. The last of the butter he'd wrapped in oilcloth and sealed in a tin lined with snow so it wouldn't go rancid.

He wrapped his knives to his leg, picked up his pack, and looked at Shura. "It's time to leave." He knew it was nice being there alone without a soul to bother them, but the truth was they had no recourse. Wood would run out eventually and as much as he loved meat...a man couldn't live off of it alone. They needed vegetables and bread, and Volker desperately craved cheese and beer. A life here was surviving but it wasn't living.

Volker headed out into the snow. As far as he could tell, the nearest city was south? Southeast of them? "I have not traveled much." he admitted to Shura. "Tell me about the cities near us."

[SanctifiedSavage]

While the kiss did somewhat mollify the bloodmage to the idea of getting up, he still wasn't happy about facing the cold after a warm, exhausting night. Shura laid there a little longer, protesting in his own way, before he grunted and slid out of the blankets. He dressed in his clothes quickly and pulled on his frayed coat. It was warm, it'd just been through a lot.

Since he didn't have nearly as much to wear, or pack, he was done faster than Reinhard. He sat back on the mattress and wrapped his arms around his legs, drawn up, and watched through partially closed eyes. He didn't know where they were going but he didn't really care either. Shura didn't have a place to go, a timetable he had to keep, or anyone that was expecting him.

He was, quite literally, free to go anywhere or do whatever.

When it was time to go, Shura sighed again and stood. There was a heavy reluctance in his footsteps but he did follow Reinhard out into the cold, white snow. He made a small game out of stepping in the other mans steps, making it easier to go through what snow had fallen. The question lingered in the chill between them before Shura eventually answered. "There aren't any real big cities." Absently, his hand lifted and gestured south-west. He could feel blood. A different song, a different calling, than Reinhard's sweet, shattered harp song. "Closest is there, I think. The biggest is..." he paused, glanced over his shoulder like someone else might've said something, "Hyoite?" He had been born there.

How he knew that, Shura couldn't remember. But there it was. "But that's..." Shura shook his head. He wasn't entirely sure where. He could only tell the closest source of blood, of energy, where he might sate that hunger. "It's close to a really cold, big ocean." Shura didn't know the name of that either.

Names weren't his strong suit.

[Volker]

"We will go there then." Volker nodded and turned toward where Shura had pointed. Once Volker made up his mind to go somewhere, he was like a machine. He didn't stop or rest. He kept up a slow, plodding pace that while not very quick, it was relentless. He had enough strength to keep slogging through the snow for hours. He puffed warm air into the freezing snow, focused on the direction Shura had pointed them in. "You can sense them, cant you?The blood, just as you sense mine." he said, looking back at his lover. "We will camp when we hit shallower snow, or the trees where we will build shelter. Keep pointing us in that direction."

They eventually did hit a copse of trees, after hours of walking. Volker looked around, at the few inches of snow covering the frozen ground, and settled his pack on the forest floor. He pulled out one of his larger knives, a skinner blade that looked more like a short-sword, its hilt a human femur. He hacked at low hanging branches, cutting apart firewood and large, furry boughs for their shelter.

[SanctifiedSavage]

Shura shrugged a little and nodded when Reinhard decided where they'd go. He had no feelings either way. All in all, he just wanted to go wherever his newfound... friend?... went. Whatever they were to eachother. Shura wasn't particularly worried about assigning a label to it and he was just content to be around him.

He liked the warmth and attention. Certainly the food too. And the odd sounds of normalcy. Of someone being around him that wasn't frightened or screaming.

It was a little frustrating trying to keep up though. Shura wasn't tall and he certainly wasn't made to plow through the snow. He strayed behind Reinhard and let him lead the way through it, stepping in his tracks. "Mm. I can. It calls to me, in a... way. Like a song? Or sometimes a scream. Or just voices. So I go to it." What usually happened then was... well, Shura didn't always remember.

He did keep Reinhard in the right direction though. That, he could do.

By the time they could stop, Shura was irritable from travel. He was tired, sweating some despite being cold, and his throat was sore from breathing in sharp, chill air. All in all, he was unhappy. He didn't know the first thing about setting up a camp, since he didn't usually camp out in the woods, so he stood, hunkered in his coat. "If you want me to d-do something, l-let me know," he murmured.

[Volker]

Volker could tell from his voice he'd been breathing through his mouth. It was a common mistake. People got tired and instead of puffing like bulls through their noses, they hung their mouths open and dried their throats into ragged, raw messes. He knelt in front of Shura and pulled something out of his shirt. A waterskin, hung from a cord around his neck to keep it from freezing. He offered it to Shura. The water was warm from being next to Rheinhard's skin as he exerted himself. "In through your nose, not your mouth." Volker instructed. "If you are tired, you must tell me. I am stronger than most men. I forget this."

He reached out and put a hand against Shura's cheek. "Walk, slowly. So you dry your clothes but do not sweat more." he instructed. He got up and began building a pine-bough bed, along with more sets of longer boughs propped up against a low hanging branch in a semi-lean-to. It would be enough to keep any snowfall off of them, and keep them off the freezing ground. He gestured to the bed, and began to light a fire. He had two other things with him. The frying pan from the village, and one of the lumps of meat, spiced and wrapped in cheesecloth.

[SanctifiedSavage]

Shura happily took small sips to sooth his sore, aching throat and looked about as happy as he felt. To emphasize he was doing as instructed, Shura took a long sigh through his nose. "I don't usually travel by foot," he whined a little, glancing around again. He wasn't afraid to admit that this sort of thing just wasn't his... forte. Shura was a bloodmage by nature, by birth. Certainly not a woodland survivalist. He'd spent his entire life literally relying on his craft.

Even so, he did as he was told because... he didn't have anything better to do and he had decided to go with Reinhard. This was apparently apart of that.

At the gesture, Shura sat down with a long, suffering, and certainly dramatic sigh and drew his legs up to hold them close. He was starting to feel like it was going to be a lot of walking...

[Volker]

Volker looked at him. Shura was exhausted, and his legs probably hurt. Volker did the best he could with the fire, settled the pan over it, and put a generous amount of meat into the pan. He wanted to make sure Shura's belly was full. He could build strong muscles on such a rich diet and a lot of walking. Walking through snow was like trying to run with bags of stones strapped to your legs. It certainly was more exhausting to get half the distance of a man on bare ground.

Their dinner cooking, he sat next to Shura and drank a little of the water. "Give me your legs." he gently pulled Shura's legs into his lap. He massaged them with his strong, gnarled hands. Hopefully it would prevent cramps while Shura was sleeping. "It will be a long journey, but hopefully we will start hitting shallower snow." he told the bloodmage. "Cities generate warmth of their own. They make marks on the land around them."