Ever have one of those days...?

[Rhindeer]

[O__O No, it was excellent! XDD I'm just marvelling over the fact that it was written in 20 minutes! Dang! You're fast.]

Like being a freak was a bad thing. Psha!

As long as Lune didn't randomly shapeshift on Kyran at a rather...inopportune moment...he could tolerate the fact that he became furry and tall and dog-like every so often, so long as Lune didn't expect him to, erm, be big at all on close contact during that period! He wasn't a fan of dogs--disliked them, really; unlike cats, they were usually bigger, smelled like crap, and could bite a lot harder, unless the cat happened to be a leopard, ahem--but since Lune wasn't really a dog, it didn't count! And besides, thankfully, tonight wasn't a full moon, so they were safe! Because otherwise, he'd be pissed.

He was soon to be pissed off anyway.

Kyran was a big fan of the "growlies"; he wasn't exactly sure why that was, because a growl was generally a bad thing, a warning that something was about ready to rip out your innards to play jump-rope with (oh yes, Kyran had experience with both types of growls, and had learned to become rather skilled at distinguishing the two since, well, some of the bad ones had come when he'd been trying to coax out the good ones), and yet in this context it was spine tinglingly alluring. Funny how that worked. Guess it was the same thing with biting and scratching, because that usually wasn't a fun thing.

For his part, Kyran made a low sound in the back of his throat, a pleased rumble, when Lune opened his mouth to receive him, tasting him for the first time. Finally. About time. And, just as he'd planned, Lune had stopped that annoying knee bouncing toddler thing, which was good because that was just bizarre; Kyran had a lot of kinks, but if anyone ever called him "daddy" or wanted him to call them that right in the middle of things, oh shit, Kyran would be out of there faster than you could say "what the fuck?!"; people said a lot of weird things in the heat of the moment, which was forgiveable and hilarious (hey, if people couldn't form a coherant thought, that was his cue that he was doing a good job!) but that...just...no. Luckily, Kyran wasn't thinking about that right now, because he was rather focused on what was going on between their mouths and tongues as he worked his own mouth demandingly against Lune's. He would have chuckled if his lips weren't currently locked as his keen ears caught the not-so-suble "get a room" comment.

Heeey...not a bad idea!

Arching his back a little in response to Lune's hands, almost like a cat would do, he opened his eyes and couldn't help but frown a little in disappointment when Lune broke it off first, licking his own lips. That frown soon turned into an all-out look of bewilderment when, not only did Lune just do that, but the pup pecked his lips quickly and plucked him off of him before plopping him down on the bench. Just like that, and right in the middle of everything. Then he was standing up, dusting off, and looking for all the world like...

...Like he was getting ready to leave.

Oh, fuck no, he was not!

But he was. Because then he'd leaned down to whisper in that damned sexy voice that he was leaving.

What?!

For a few moments, Kyran couldn't look anything more than bewildered as Lune ran his hand through his hair, nipped his chin, and took his leave of him, going up the stairs and into the inn. But as soon as Lune vanished behind that door, which cemented the fact of what had just happened...that was when he hissed, cursed, and scrambled off the bench and to his feet. Bastard! If there was one thing Kyran never took kindly to, it was being jilted. Granted, he'd had targets run away from him before, but...this was way different! Because the bastard had come onto him first, gotten him all worked up, and now just thought he could leave? Hell no. Kyran didn't play that way. If a victim ran away when it was all one-sided, okay, that was one thing. But you did not just tease him and then just dismiss him! Nope. That wasn't cool.

Kyran was a bit too frustrated to catch the hint there, but it didn't matter because, hint or not, he wasn't letting Lune get away with that.

With another growl, this one not a sexy one but a genuinely pissed one, he stormed up the steps to the inn and--opened the door quite calmly, even though he wanted to just throw it open, but if someone was on the other side, that would be bad. There was an older lady behind the desk, and he stalked his way over to her and was about to demand to know where Lune's room was, but he'd only started to open his mouth when she quickly held out a key to him with an expression that was alternately amused and concerned. Eh...? Hrm, now, either she was giving him a free room because he was the one that looked ready to rip out someone's innards to play jump-rope with or...

...Or this was Lune's doing.

Not saying anything, he snatched up the key, glanced briefly at the number on it, and set off down the hallway. Making sure to stalk angrily, of course! Can't forget that.

When he finally found the room, he wasted no time in shoving the key in the keyhole, turning it, and thrusting the door open. "What the HELL was that abou--what are you doing?"

He'd paused in the doorway, more than ready to snarl at Lune, but then his eyes had taken in the rest of the room. Lune was sitting in a chair, almost expectantly--asshole--and spread out in front of him on a table was a game of...Chess.

The look of anger faded from Kyran's face, replaced with a perplexed look. Raising an eyebrow and tilting his head, he stepped inside the room--inviting himself in, just because he could--then shut and locked the door behind him. Chess. Chess? This was what was so urgent for Lune to get away...so he could play Chess with himself? Kyran gave a snort and rolled his eyes. Dear Gods, some people were insane...for himself, he couldn't even understand the hype around the game. He'd played it once and found it boring (that and he'd lost miserably because he didn't know what he was doing; that might have had something to do with it, because he hated losing). Checkers was better any day. He owned at Checkers.

"...Chess. You wanted to play...Chess," Kyran said levelly, as though still trying to understand this concept. Shaking his head, he walked around and sat down at the opposite end of the table on the edge of the bed, then rested his elbows on his knees and his chin on his hands. He looked over the game board for a second before raising his eyes and looking up into Lune's. His look was especially bland. "...What is wrong with you?" he asked rhetorically.

[Anonymous]

The grin that was on Lunes face was only there when he heard his door open. This was perfect! He did come! Lune’s face became a mask of boredom and he placed his elbows on the arm rests and steepled his fingers to press his lips against, his mouth still tingled for that kiss they shared and he licked his lips again. This was going to be trouble! Not really. Kyran was already sitting across from his in his supposed to be destination, which just gave him more points in Lunes book. Did Lune even have a book? Probably not, he had books, but not a book that he kept points for people in, that would be too odd.  Lune looked over his steepled fingers and grinned at Kyran like a predator.

�Oh no, dear Kyran… Not just any normal chess…�

At this point, Lune undid the top three buttons of his shirt before leaning in and resting his arms on his spread legs. He puckered his lips and blew Kyran a kiss before he ran a finger up and down the king piece. If that wasn’t a sexual innuendo, Lune didn’t know what was.

�We’re going to play strip chess, and the one who losses has to go second, and my lose I mean you’re king gets killed, you can be naked after losing five pawns, but you’d have to play until your king gets check mated.�

Since they’d been playing the ‘back and forth’ game for a while now, and Lune knew that Kyran would know what ‘go second’ would mean. And he counted on it. Hopefully, Kyran sucked at chess. Not that Lune didn’t want to get naked, he didn’t like shirts and clothing too much and usually stripped at any chance he could because of he scratchy material. Yes, anyway, it wasn’t that Lune didn’t want to pull off clothing; he just wanted to go first. Like Lune had told Kyran he would earlier. Lune always went first, unless he was being alpha Lune, then the pack went first. But they weren’t here right now, and Kyran wasn’t technically part of his pack, so… Yeah, Lune was going to go first. Holding out a hand towards Kyran, he motioned to the white set of chess pieces.

�White goes first, and, I hope you’re wearing socks, and gloves and an under shirt and ever other possible article of clothing imagined, because you’re going to be playing naked pretty soon.�

Lune lightly scratched he exposed flesh from when he unbuttoned the top of his shirt. He lightly tapped his foot and rested his head on his hands, his pink hair flopping onto one side of his head, a trickle of water going down his face to drip off his chin and land on his leg. Lune looked at Kyran for a moment before giving him a harder look. Hmm.

�And you should wear underwear, too, or you’re really screwed and’ll be naked within six turns if you wear those gloves… You were underwear, dont’cha?�

If that wasn’t an odd question… Lune should win a prize or some sort.

[Rhindeer]

Kyran's eyebrow arched a little higher as Lune did his whole shirt-unbuttoning, kiss-blowing, King piece stroking thing, and he suddenly didn't look so angry anymore. Nope. On the contrary, he looked very interested all of a sudden and he even leaned forward a little, chin still resting on his hands as he watched Lune molest the Chess piece from under hooded eyes. Weeell, then. Kyran wet his lips. Well, since he put it that way...maybe he could develop an interest in Chess yet.

And then his eyes widened, but probably for a different reason than what Lune was digging for. Maybe Kyran was just horribly and unforgivingly perverted, but that, combined with the "not just any normal Chess" comment...well, let's just say the second thing that came to the part-incubus' mind was not strip Chess but was rather a random thought to the effect of, "...Argh, no, Chess pieces do not go there!" Come on, there were some strange people out there that did some bizarre things with everyday items. So, why not Chess, too? He was just hoping that Lune wasn't like that, because he liked the guy. He was fun, even if he was still a bit miffed over the whole ditching in the heat of the moment deal.

Right, anyway, clawing that thought from his head now...

Luckily, Lune's follow-up was something that did wipe the disturbing thoughts from his head. Not to mention his suggestion also made it very easy to forgive the "pup". Strip Chess, eh? Well, he'd only ever heard of strip Poker before, but suddenly Chess didn't seem so boring anymore! He rather liked that idea...but, then, he also didn't mind being naked. Ahem. Getting naked was the upside! The downside? He sucked at Chess and he did not want to lose! It was a matter of pride, man! So, he had a sinking feeling that he was going to be nude first...unless Lune sucked just as badly as he did! Really, all Kyran really knew about Chess was "protect the King, and move...pieces...around..." Damn. Well...maybe he could cheat. Reach under the table to distract Lune (ahem) and rearrange the pieces while he was occupied! Bwahah!

Whatever the case may be? He was not losing. He was going first, damnit! So there. And of course he knew what "go first" and "go second" had come to mean.

Of course, he wasn't going to tell Lune that he was horrible at Chess.

"...I think I suddenly like Chess. I'm game, dear Lune. And I do hope you're good. Because it looks like I'm already going first," he said smugly, cooly running a hand through his hair and straightening up finally, resting his hands on his thighs. "And I fully intend on keeping it that way," he added with a smirk.

As far as clothes went, well...he didn't have any gloves, but he did have the usual boots, socks, shirt, undershirt, breeches, and...Kyran chuckled softly at the question. It might have thrown off someone with a little more modesty, but Kyran wasn't exactly the posterchild for that.

"And yes, Lune. I do wear underwear...most days. Fortunately, today is one of those days. How lucky, eh? How about you? Oh, by the way, do you have any gloves I can borrow?" He wasn't really serious about that one. The glove thing, that is. Hey, sometimes, you just wanted to be free!

...Right.

Anyway!

Kyran was a bit distracted by the water dripping down Lune's face from his now flattened hair, finding he wanted to lick it up. Instead, though, he shook his head. "Oh, right. I'm going first." Just had to rub that in, you know! Then, just to be an evil bastard, he picked up the white King piece and, whereas some people might kiss it for luck, he instead took it one step further. Watching Lune, he curled his tongue around the piece in a very suggestive way before he went ahead and kissed the tip in much the same manner--for luck, of course; didn't taste very good, though--and then, finally, he set it back down in its place and made his first move, sliding one of the pawns forward on the board with a finger.

Thus began the game of Strip Chess!

And, unfortunately, Kyran's prediction was true.

He sucked really, really bad at Chess.

It wasn't altogether too long before, grumbling, he found himself hooking his thumbs in the hem of his shirt and sweeping it up over his head, officially barechested. The undershirt went to join the growing pile of clothing on the floor beside him--boots, socks, overshirt, and now undershirt, and from the way the game board looked, it looked like in his next turn, he'd probably be trapped again. Damnit. Then again, what could he expect? Lune obviously owned it, so he knew how to play!

Still, Kyran couldn't help but brood a little, glaring playfully across the board at Lune. "Bastard..." he growled, smirking and sitting back on his hands on the bed, just because that exposed his chest and stomach more fully. Hey, might as well show it off while he was there, right? Ah well! He still had two articles of clothing left to go! Oh! Wait! If he wanted to be especially stubborn...hmm...he wondered if necklaces counted. He wore a simple silver chain, so maybe he could just take that off next! Hah!

He really wished he had gloves, too, though.

But naked still did not mean beaten! And he was determined to beat the pup.

[Anonymous]

Ahahahaha, Lune was winning. And Kyran was now a topless, shoeless, sockless little hotty. Which also meant he’d been really nice and only taken four of his pawns, one knight and one bishop. Lune had passed going after his Pookies King, even though it had been right there, ready for his taking about five times now… Kyran really sucked at chess. Bad couldn’t describe how horrible he was at this game, but, at least he kept the queen beside the king, which would be a good idea until Lune got rid of the Queen, which would be just fine and dandy until- Crap. He had one less pawn. Lune took off his second boot. It was clear that Lune was winning by a mile, and he knew that Kyran would be buck-naked pretty soon… Not that that was a bad thing, exactly.

Lune grinned at Kyran when the pink haired werewolf got him back and made him remove the last thing on his top half. Mismatched eyes just stared for a moment and then, because he wanted Kyran to wait for a loooong, looooong time, Lune took ten minutes just looking at his chess pieces and Kyrans. If this was a normal game, Lune would be in a corner with a pawn and a king, but, this wasn’t a normal game of chess and he was playing it with possibly the worse chess player in this history of bad chess players. Lune looked at Kyran again for a moment and then came across a ‘losing’ streak, which was just Lune putting his chess pieces in <I>just</I> the right spot for Kyrans to get them and for him to lose his clothing… Since he had fewer pieces of clothing than Kyran, Lune was still winning. He’d only lost five pieces instead of the six like Kyran did. But Lune was topless and still in pants.

�So! Having fun?�

This was said with the growlie voice and him moving his queen in front of the king. Lune had two pawns beside the king and the end of the chessboard behind him; so, the king was safe for now, which was good. Lune wasn’t too keen on losing either, or going second like he had in the game of chess, so, when it came down to it, Lune would win at any cost, except at the cost of losing because that would be pretty damn pointless. Pressing a hand to his chest, Lune looked down at it for a moment, wincing at it after seeing Kyrans. Lunes chest looked like little demons had a fight on it with sharp knives, and distinct bite marks could be made out just under his left nipple (…ahahahaha I wrote nipple XD).  Lune looked down for a moment before reluctantly looking back up towards Kyran, and rested his elbows on his knees.

Only one could imagine what his legs looked like, which were just as scarred from all the pointless battle scars as a werewolf. Stupid being a werewolf and fighting and scaring! Lune probably looked like he did a whole bunch of kinky things from where all the scars were, which was good and bad. At least he had a surprise in his pants that Kyran would comment on, and no, not <I>that</I> surprise, another one that hung out on both the insides of his thighs that looked like the claw marks on his face. At least they looked cool, which was an upside against the bite marks on his chest… Actually there were a few bite marks on his chest and one on his shoulder, too. Lune stretched and popped his back before looking at the chess board again, hmm… Looking from Kyran to the chess board and back to Kyran, he took out a pawn with his horse thing then grinned widely before looking at Kyrans pants.

�Looks like you’re getting naked first, My Precious Cupcake.�

…That word made Lune lick his lips and wiggle his eyebrows suggestively towards Kyran before smiling again and shaking his head.

[Rhindeer]

HAH!

Kyran had been starting to get fairly irritated, considering he was losing miserably (and if Lune said one word then...then...he'd do something, he didn't know what yet, but it would be terrible!) and Lune was still basically clothed. It wasn't fair! His pawns were getting picked off just as easily as a herd of sheep got picked off by wolves, and he was losing clothing faster than, well...okay, so maybe he'd lost clothing a lot faster than this before, he was actually pretty talented when it came to going from fully clothed to fully naked (in one point two seconds! Okay, so that was an exaggeration), but...that wasn't the point! He was bombing at Chess and Lune was merciless at conquering his poor, poor pawns and poor bishop and knight. They never had a chance.

God help him if Lune ever admitted that he was going easy on him. That would be a definite blow to his pride.

Anyway! Kyran was pleased when, finally, he knocked off another one of Lune's pieces, even though he was only rewarded with another foot. And a sock-covered one, at that. Psha. Well...some people had foot fetishes so maybe for some people a foot would be enough, but Kyran wasn't really interested in feet. Still, he was grinning as he leaned forward and waited for Lune's turn, hoping he could claim another one of his pieces and another article of clothing. Wow. And here he'd been worried that he was going to be blocked in and, thus, lose his pants in his next turn (he'd already used the necklace...now he was out of excuses!).

Unfortunately, Lune decided to also be an evil bastard by taking forever to make his move. Resting his cheek on his hand, Kyran began to grow increasingly bored as he just kept staring at the board...fully clothed...not...doing...anything...he yawned loudly, baring his fangs, and was about to snap at Lune to just bloody do something when he finally made his move. Jeez. About time.

...And wouldja look at that. He was in the perfect position to get <I>owned!

Feeling suddenly more awake, Kyran went about claiming his pieces as, conveniently, they ended up right where he needed them to. Hm. Maybe Lune really did suck after all and had just been lucky for the first few rounds. That was reassuring! Or maybe it was Kyran's turn to finally have beginner's luck! He was hoping for that one (and, once again, if he found out that Lune was only toying with him, he'd be crushed).

Suddenly, as the clothing started coming off of someone other than himself, the game wasn't so boring anymore! Especially when, finally, Lune took off his shirt! Score!

And what a nice chest it was! Lune might be self-conscious about all the scars, but Kyran was impressed. Whoa. It looked like the guy was definitely into biting and scratching, and that was always a plus! Double score! Kyran drummed his fingers on his knee absently, sweeping his eyes over Lune's chest and stomach slowly, pausing especially on the bite marks right beneath his (oh God do I have to write it?) nipple. Argh! Kyran chewed on his bottom lip, moistening his lips with his tongue. He wanted to just tackle the guy right then and there and--NO! Chess first. Right.

He was also a bit envious, too. See, Kyran just didn't scar. Sure, he had some faded ones running along his hands and arms from some unfortunate encounters with the cats he adored, but before long those, too, would be long gone. Which was also why he wasn't all too worried about the scratches on his cheek, bare arms, and still clothed legs. They wouldn't scar. They'd heal, leave a scar for a while, and then before long it would fade away, leaving fair, smooth skin in its wake. It was an incubus thing, apparently, and while many people might envy his lack of scars, Kyran was instead rather fascinated by the scars of other people. Each one told a story of some sort...and Kyran had none, like nothing had ever happened to him.

It was sort of annoying. He would have liked some awesome kinky sex-induced scars by which to remember his most scandalous escapades! It'd be fun to be able to point to a scar, smile salaciously, and say, "Oh yeah...that was an awesome night," after which he'd go on in great, intimate detail about what, exactly, had caused the scar...but, alas, he had none. How sad for him.

He only had kitty scars right now, and those weren't very sexy.

Oh well! All the better to "examine" the scars of other people! Bwahaha...

"Oh yes...much fun," Kyran answered in a near purr, still watching him. "So, Lune...where else do you have scars, and...mind if I look for them later?" he asked innocently. "I could kiss them and make them better," he added with a wink, feeling suddenly a lot more cheerful now that he was actually kicking some a--

Shit.

That was when Lune decided to knock out another pawn.

Kyran glared venomously over at Lune, half for the fact that he'd called him his "Precious Cupcake" (first he was a smooshed dog, now a cupcake?!) and half because, indeed, his winning streak seemed to have faded. But! Lune was much mistaken! Hah! He would not be getting naked yet! Oh no! Because he had been a smart cookie today and had not gone commando!

Like everyone needed to know that.

Grinning suddenly, he stood up and stuck out his tongue at Lune. Hah! He wasn't beaten yet! "Don't get ahead of yourself, Rover. I wore underwear!" he announced.

Though, luckily, he only announced that sort of thing in the privacy of an inn. Not that he really needed to announce the presence of underwear most days, though...

"And I hope you followed your own advice, because you're going down, now...in more than one way," he went on with a suggestive smile as he unlaced his breeches, slowly, taking his sweet time as he slowly bared the skin beneath. Just as slowly, he started sliding them down off his hips...eventually revealing that, yes, he did wear shorts beneath; he just wore them a bit lower to fool Lune into thinking there was nothing beneath! Smirking smugly, he kicked the breeches onto the pile of clothes he'd made and simply sat back down and crossed his legs. Cockblocked!

Speaking of which, it was his turn now, wasn't it? Hrm.

Kyran soon found that he was pulling a Lune, staring at the board for a ridiculously long time as he tried to figure out a move. Sighing, he went to pick up one pawn, reconsidered, and tapped a finger against a bishop. Argh! Nothing. There was nothing. Lune had his King protected, and Kyran's own pieces were nicely blocked in. Wherever he moved, he was doomed to lose a piece. Damn. How did Lune do that? Well...might have helped if Kyran himself knew what he was doing. He just made sure to keep his own King protected by the Queen and a few pawns, but other than that...

Picking up a pawn, he rolled it between his fingers as he thought, tapping the index finger of his free hand against his lips. Grr. Guess he just had to--

Aha! Actually...there was another way.

Keeping his face completely straight, still pretending to be deep in thought, Kyran "accidentally" dropped his pawn, which bounced on the floor at his feet before rolling beneath the table. Oops! Blinking, Kyran leaned down and reached under the table to reclaim it, though he wasn't looking beneath the table at all.

Which was why he just had to grope around blindly for the fallen pawn. And which was why he just so happened to "accidentally" overshoot his target and reach a little further, and a little higher, until, well, wouldja look at that! How on Earth did his hand manage to find it's way there! Bad hand.

"...Whoops. That's not the pawn," Kyran remarked calmly and innocently, and of course he just <I>had to stroke the still-clothed, ahem, object that his hand had just so happened to accidentally stumble upon. In fact, his hand also just so happened to linger there a little longer than what was probably necessary to determine that fact, and his eyes flickered over to Lune's face. Smiling, he allowed his fingers to trace over the inside of one thigh as he finally withdrew his hand, and a second later he resurfaced, holding up the real pawn triumphantly.

"Heh...found it!"

Of course, what Lune likely didn't know was that that had all really been a clever maneuver to quickly rearrange the pieces on the board a little while he was distracted. Yes, he was a dirty little cheater, and proud of it!

Not to mention that was an excuse to feel him up, of course. But...that wasn't the point! Indeed...dirty little cheater in more than one way...

Returning his attention to the board as though nothing had happened, he pretended to gaze over the board thoughtfully for a few minutes before finally grinning in feigned excitement and knocking out one of Lune's bishops. "So, pup...what was this about me getting naked first?" he asked huskily, arching an eyebrow and folding his arms across his chest expectantly, leaning back a little. "Well? Drop 'em."

[Anonymous]

While watching Kyran pull off his pants in a rather ‘I have no underwear on’ manner, Lune wasn’t expecting the pair of shorts that presented themselves and he even rolled his eyes and looked off to the side. Psha, what a disappointment.  Wearing underwear. Cheap liar! Lune looked at the chess board carefully, making sure none of his chess pieces would be pegged off easy. All Lune had left were his pants, and today he’d been too lazy to put on any shorts of any kind, so, next piece he lost, he’d lose his pants and be naked. Then, he’d have no secrets and he’d be able to distract Kyran with his apparently eye catching scars. If Kyran liked the blue things on his face, he’d love the blue ones on his thighs, his inner thighs to be exact.

Lune stretched out his legs and rested his head on his hand, looking at the chess board. Kyran really sucked. Sure he was competitive, and Lune had side stepped taking out all of his pawns, but jeez! Lune was better at chess when he was five! But that was fifty years ago, so it didn’t really count, at least, not anymore. The werewolf had noticed Kyran eye the bite scar on his chest, that it was huge for a bite scar, that it was from a big mouth with big fangs. The pink haired doggy of the night subconsciously ran his hand over it, before looking back at Kyran. It’d be a disappointment to Kyran to learn that he hadn’t gotten it from a quick but violent romp in the sheets, which was why Lune opened his mouth.

â€?The scar, on my chest, is from when I was turned, and I don’t like it. Its ugly, and I have plenty of more scars but kisses aren’t going â€" gyuh?â€?

Since Lunes eyes had been closed a split second before Kyran must have seen him with his eyes open, he decided to do his cheat thing and grab Lunes… Happy pieces. It was rather random for him so that’s the only noise he could thing of to make at the current moment. Why was his hand still there? Lune closed his eyes tilted his head back and decided “bear� it out� even though it wasn’t that painful to Lune and maybe even a little fun. His hands tightened on the chair so he didn’t jump Kyran and then, when Kyran let go, Lunes eyes were closed until he gleefully held up the pawn. Ouch, ego slice right there. Lune mockingly placed his hand to his heart and looked sorrowful before blinking and staring at the chess board. Something… Was different.

Lune looked from the chess board to Kyran suspiciously and nearly blushed when Kyran told him to drop his pants. That wouldn’t be the best thing right now, because Lunes happy pieces were just a little too happy right now, but, Kyran wanted him to drop ‘em. So he did. Lune, in all his shirtless damp haired glory, stood up moved to the side of the table, and undid the laces to his breeches, slowly as if a mock strip-tease, before he hooked his thumbs on either side before he pulled them down, stepped out of them and flung then with his foot to hang out with a sock. Lune was now naked, and the blue marks were on the inside of his thighs, the ones at the top maybe two inches away from the beginning of his legs and then they continued every three inches, until there were three.

looking down at Kyran, Lune sat back down, looked at the chess board, gave a ‘you didn’t cheat very well’ look and removed his second bishop. Lune sat back, his legs on either side of the little table, and his arms over his chest with a smug look on his face, the pink hair flopped over his right brown eye, leaving the blue one to watch Kyrans expression. This was assuming Kyran would stop looking at Lunes crotch long enough to figure out that he had lost another chess piece.

�Well? Drop ‘em.�

This of course was said in the growlie voice, his head tilted slightly and him looking distinctly like a vampire!Lord of the manor… Only naked… With pink hair, and a slight… Problem… in his lap. Now, they were playing for first round.

[Rhindeer]

Oh yes, Kyran had caused a problem and he was damned proud of that fact; in fact, Lune's reaction to his under-the-table grab was pretty damned amusing in retrospect! He'd made a very interesting noise and gone very still (heh, it had been all Kyran could do not to burst out laughing at that, because that was just classic!), so, of course, Kyran was interested in what other sounds he could get him to make. Especially since he wouldn't mind resolving the problem he had created later. After the Chess game was complete and he had won, of course. Even though he was currently losing, badly. But Lune seemed to respond well to his cheating (no pun intended) which meant he'd just have to do it again, in a different way so as not to attract suspicion! Because he certainly didn't mind cheating...

It seemed that Lune was hesitating--a thought which made Kyran chuckle, but he supposed the command he'd given had been pretty scandalous--or at least that's what it had looked like for a second there, but then Lune had risen to his feet and thus began the stripping! Honestly, Kyran wasn't expecting Lune to be naked beneath those breeches. With all the pup's emphasis on underwear, he was expecting him to have something on under those pants. And even when those pants started to slowly slip lower and lower, showing skin with no hint of cloth, Kyran simply watched lazily because, well, he'd just figured he'd pulled the same stunt as he had and wore them a little low--oh.

Nope. There was nothing beneath those breeches. Nothing but a happy Lune, and Kyran's eyes widened and he did indeed stare. Openly. And shamelessly. Well. So he <I>did have scars there, too! Not that Kyran was paying all too much attention to the scars, though despite how much Lune apparently hated the ugly markings, Kyran liked them. Okay, so maybe they weren't all the product of a good, wholesome round of bed-wrestling...but he still wouldn't mind kissing them, even if they wouldn't go away! Psha, he didn't want them to go away, anyway. Gave him more to play with, because it would be a blast tracing over them! And he still envied them...scarred skin was far more interesting than flawless skin, at least to him. It gave it character.

He especially liked the blue markings on his inner thighs...and when Lune sat back down, he made no effort to hide himself, splayed out in front of him authoritatively in his chair, which meant Kyran was free to continue his study of his body while trying hard not to fidget. Damn it. Did they really have to keep playing this stupid game? Really, Kyran was all for them just dropping the game and settling their dominance issues where it counted--in bed--because now this would just be sheer torture for the both of them, he was su--eh?

"Wha?"

Kyran very nearly jumped at Lune's command, tearing his eyes away from the werewolf's crotch and giving Lune a surprised look, because he had clearly been distracted and not really paying attention to much of anything at the moment. He blinked up at Lune, and then his eyes lowered to the chess board.

Which was notably bare of a certain white bishop.

Damn.

Well, not really damn, because Kyran was all for losing his clothes, but the board was looking rather empty, now, because he was rather short on men at the moment. That, and Lune was using his own words against him. Mostly, though, it was that he was losing. Erg. Guess it would have helped when he was cheating to make sure his cheating maneuver wouldn't also set him up to get another piece stolen as a result...

"Fine..." Kyran muttered with mock agitation before he stood, side-stepped to be out of the way of the table, and easily slipped out of his remaining article of clothing, without any of the hesitation or teasing that Lune had displayed, even though by this point he, too, was quite..."happy". He didn't mind, of course, shameless as he was (at least, that is to say he wasn't bashful, because, well, he did mind, but for different reasons), and he simply tossed the shorts onto his own personal clothing pile before plopping back down on the bed with the same easy confidence of someone who was fully clothed. Indeed, aside from a rather nasty gash on his left shin, the same smooth, light skin that covered his chest extended on past his waist. Boring to him, but most people he came across seemed to appreciate it.

Though...Lune probably wasn't all too focused on his skin right now.

"Happy, now?" he asked with a smirk, matching Lune's smug look with one of his own, planting his feet apart, and crossing his arms over his chest in a playful imitation of the wolf. Although, he didn't have a chair to lean back in so he couldn't really duplicate that whole "lord of the manor!" thing Lune had going for him. Hell, Kyran was sitting on a <I>bed. He probably looked more like the sacrificial virgin of the Vampire!Lord of the Manor than anything else, but he wasn't a virgin and he wasn't a sacrificial offering and Lune wasn't a vampire, so...he'd let that slide.

Glancing boredly over the game board, he gave a sigh when he noticed that, once again...he couldn't do much of anything. Finally giving up (partly because he was bored of the game and partly because, well...there was no other move to make), he reached out to push another piece across the board. Which, unfortunately, put his piece in place to be conquered. "Jeez...you know, you really are a skilled murderer, killing all my guys...it's really not fair," he teased, huffing slightly.

[gah, sorry...post kinda sucked, am tired. XDD]

[Anonymous]

While Lune had gotten naked first, and sat back, and noticed where Kyrans eyes were, he was having trouble keeping his hands from blocking his crotch. But, he didn’t want to look as ashamed as he felt, it was definitely a first for him, to sit there and let himself be ogled by someone who was distinctly staring at his junk. Lune looked at Kyran and then the smirk returned when he flung off the shorts, and, Lune returned the favour of staring at his flawless body, almost polar opposite to his own. While Lunes was muscular and scared, Kyrans was lean and looked like new bed sheets pulled tight over a bed, like silk. If Lune was the type to drool, he probably would, and it was just there he realized both of them were very odd, because they had both sat back down to resume the game of chess. Lune smiled when Kyran asked if he was happy, the pink haired werewolf nodded and sat up straight.

�Oh yeah, I’m <I>really</I> happy now.�

No need to ask what that meant, and Lune reached out to knock down Kyrans chess pieces, when he said something that made his hand stop in mid motion and his fingers two twitch slightly. His pupils became pinpricks and his lip lifted in a wolf like move to grown, to show off his fangs, to induce fear into his prey. Into Kyran. Though, non-feral Lune knew he wouldn’t scare Kyran, but, the one who was growling, the one who clicked at the word ‘muderer’. In an instant, the small table was over turned, the chess pieces flew across the room and he stalked towards Kyran, his prey, the enemy. Just like the table had turned in a blink of an eye, Kyran was on his back on the bed with Lune looming over him, and somehow, he’d managed to get Kyrans head by the pillows. Lune put his hands on Kyrans thighs than raked his nails up towards the half-incubuses neck, ignoring that certain spot while the pink haired werewolves face was barely an inch away from Kyrans. Softly, and so quietly, while Lunes hands went back down, he growled, and they weren’t the sexy growlies.

�I’m not a murderer, take it back.� His hands stopped and he dug his fingers ruthlessly into Kyrans hips, “Take it back!�

This was yelled, and he would be positive that Kyran heard him; he was only about an inch away from his mouth, and then, as if he had just woken up. Lune sat up gasping and looking at the red welts on Kyrans chest and legs and his eyebrows drew together, and he bit his lip and looked down at Kyran and lightly ran his hands over the slight wounds he created. Lune moved his leg to the other side of Kyran so he wasn’t sitting above him and lowered his head, lightly kissing the red marks on his thighs, going up the welts on the right and rested his head on Kyrans shoulder, his hand by Kyrans waist. When Lune spoke, his voice was thick and wet sounding.

�I’m sorry, Kyran… I… “

Wow, he was so manly! He was crying, Lune didn’t really bother to wipe away the tears because his hair covered his eyes. Who cared. Lune lightly brushed his thumb back and forth, feeling horrible to add scratches to Kyrans body, Lune closed his eyes and pressed his face to Kyrans neck, and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent that has become familiar over the day… The only one he could probably stand at the moment. And, it looked like the chess game was officially over, and neither of them had won, well… Maybe Kyran won, he did have Lune on top of him for a moment. Though, Lune wasn’t quiet done talking, and, his voice told the secret of his tears, it was obvious Lune didn’t want to hurt Kyran, and that he didn’t like the feral side of himself that snapped like a wolf did when you made the wrong move.

�I don’t know why that happened… I didn’t mean to hurt you.�

And, to prove his point, he lightly kissed Kyrans neck and brushed his thumb over the spot on Kyrans hip where his fingers had dug in.


[If that sucked, I don't want to see a post by you when you're REALLY full of muse ;p]

[Rhindeer]

Well, that was one way to kill a mood.

Over the years, Kyran had prided himself in learning how to distinguish between the good growls and the bad growls. It came with experience, and some tough experiences, at that--well, okay, not really tough or traumatizing or anything, but if anything, he'd gotten a few bruises as a result during the whole learning process--and it certainly had helped that he was a predator himself. Maybe growls were more difficult to interpret at times, but the other warning signs? Nope. Those spoke loud and clear. So when Lune suddenly froze and bared his fangs, his eyes becoming distinctly predatory as he growled--yep, he knew he'd struck one of the bad kinds, though he had no time to figure out how or why.

...Crap.

In fact, he had no time to do much more than twitch as the table was over-turned and the Chess pieces went flying, because the next thing he knew, the mattress was beneath his back and a pissed off Lune was hovering over him. Not good.

Never in his life would Kyran admit it, just like so many other things, but in that moment a thread of panic shot through him, making his breath catch and his body freeze up. Probably not the best thing to happen at a moment like that, but alas, it did...because while Kyran didn't mind laying on his back in most instances, having someone in predator-mode on top of him, pinning him, made him freak--not only because he'd never exactly been pinned in this manner before, but because with any hunter, if you were in a fight, the stomach and throat were the first places the enemy would attack to cause the most damage...or cause a killing blow. Sure, Kyran was half-incubus (well, succubus technically), but there was also that other side to him, the more feral side he'd inherited from his father, and in that moment all those instincts suddenly kicked into high gear.

Hissing in surprise and exposing his own fangs as Lune roughly raked his nails up and down his body, Kyran winced and gripped the werewolf's shoulders to hold on tightly--or, rather, to try and hold him off--fingertips biting into the skin. But luckily for Lune he didn't unsheathe his claws. Otherwise...he would have left some pretty nasty, bloody gashes to add to the werewolf's already impressive collection of scars. In fact, he was just about ready to dig his own sharp claws into Lune if he didn't stop, even willing to go so far as to sink his fangs into whatever skin he could reach from his current position--he didn't want to hurt Lune, but he wasn't just going to take this laying down, no pun intended--but that was when Lune leaned in close to his face and growled oh-so-softly.

That was also when it all clicked into place, and for a moment all the panic and instinct was overridden by downright incredulousness.

What?

Kyran knew it was probably a pretty stupid thing to do, but he looked up in bewilderment, both eyebrows arching, and finally made eye contact with Lune; he'd been smartly avoiding it during this little encounter, because that tended to be something that only provoked the attacker if he knew anything about animals. He was mad about that? Er...he had only been joking, and a lame joke at that, but--Lune's fingers dug hard into his hips and he jolted and gasped in pain before he could help it. "Goddamn, I take it back!" he snarled, and shoved hard at Lune's shoulders.

That was when Lune seemed to come out of whatever state he'd gone into, because he sat up and looked like someone who had just woken up from a trance. Kyran remained where he was, holding perfectly still and breathing slowly but sharply through his nose in an effort to control his racing pulse. You never knew...after that, he wanted to make sure that "trance" had passed before he made any sudden moves, and laying still also hid the fact that he was shaking slightly. Hey, not his fault! He was used to being the hunter, not the hunted. But Lune looked apologetic, and he ran his hands lightly over the reddening welts he'd created and shifted so that he was no longer perched on top of him, but was beside him. Kyran was surprised when he even took it one step further, and he let his eyes close and allowed himself to relax as Lune gently kissed his way along the wounds, starting on the welts on his thighs.

And apologized.

Kyran's eyes blinked open as Lune rested his head on his shoulder, then pressed his face into his neck. Lune's voice sounded different as he continued with the apology and made good with it by kissing his neck and running his thumb over his hip, but hair hiding his tears or not, Kyran could hear it in his voice. That was when he finally moved. Reaching around with his left hand, he brushed some of the pink hair off of the werewolf's face so he could see his eyes, even though they were closed. With a sigh, he ran his thumb along the lashes to smoothe away the tears, then traced his fingers down over his cheek to capture any traces that he had missed, lightly caressing the skin. Finally, he lowered his hand so he could cup Lune's chin and tilt his head a little. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips lightly against Lune's mouth, just for a moment, before he raised up again and gently kissed his forehead.

"It's alright...you didn't hurt me." Then he blinked. Er, okay, so that was a lie. His hips were currently developing a nice pair of bruises and he had lovely welts on his chest and legs that stung, and, yes, that had rather freaked him out, but... "Well...you did, but you made up for it. Alright? Now stop crying. Damn, you really are a big puppy," Kyran said, rolling his eyes. All while he hooked his right arm around Lune's shoulders to draw him closer to his body so he could rest his head on his chest, and all while his left hand gently caressed along his ribs and over his hips, then back up again, trying to calm him down and soothe him. Indeed, his words belied his actions, but...that was just how he was.

Erg...and it was utterly impossible to be pissed at someone when they were apologizing profusely, kissing you, and crying. Even if they had attacked you only moments ago. And, well, he guessed this was his fault, even if he hadn't meant it. He hadn't known that the word "murderer" was such a trigger. Well...now he knew. That word was hereby banned from his vocabulary...

"And I take back what I said. I didn't know it would...upset you. Sorry..." Bah. He'd actually apologized for something he really didn't even need to apologize for. Erg. But...no one else was there to see, so...screw it. With another sigh, he rested his head against Lune's and traced absently along the scars on his chest, then simply wrapped his arms around his waist and held him against his body, breathing in his scent. It wasn't anything he could place a finger on...just distinctly Lune, and he liked it. He certainly didn't smell like a dog now.

A few moments later, since the mood was rather somber, he decided to lighten it up.

"Well...I guess neither of us won, huh?" he murmured, smiling lazily into Lune's hair. "Though I still got to go first."

[Anonymous]

It was so easy, so easy just to close his eyes and sleep. Lune moved his hand up and down, over Kyrans slowly bruising hip and smiled slightly when he felt Kyrans hand on his hip. Lune looked down at Kyrans body for a moment and winced, the red welts left by his fingers were… well, red and angry looking. Lune snuggled closer and smiled slightly when Kyran told him to stop crying, ah, gotta love split second break downs. Soft. Kyran felt like a big feathered pillow without any feathers in it, so, like a silk pillow case, there we go. Kyran was a silk pillow case, a silk pillow case secretly named Pookie. Lune smiled again, tracing circles on Kyrans hip and under his belly button. Staying away from Kyrans “happy place� for reasons Lune only know- He was teasing.

Pressing his lips to Kyrans chest after their cute little peck on the lips and he closed his eyes, pressing his cheek and listening to his heat-beat. One of Lunes more favoured sounds was that of a heart-beat, which was probably a little odd of him, being a werewolf and all which meant he could smell still smell Kyrans blood. Lunes finger traced up and rested on the little scratch he’d made earlier on Kyran beside the chicken penn where he introuduced his ‘pet’ to Bing the chicken. A soft chuckle and Lune was about to lick the little wound again when Kyran began talking again.

â€?I didn’t know either… “ At this point, Lunes hand came to a stay still just below Kyrans belly button, “and I’m the one who’s sorry… Look what I did to you…â€? the hand was moving again, caressing the bruises and welts he made softly, as if trying to heal them, which would fail because Lune had no ‘magic’ what so ever.  Lune still had his head pressed to Kyrans chest, listening to his heartbeat, and then a smiled spread upon his face when Kyran talked about the chess game. Damn, and he had been winning too. Lune raised his head slightly to look over the bed and yup… The chess pieces were everywhere.  Damn, he’d been winning too. He layed his head back down on Kyrans shoulder and smiled, his hand once again tracing lazy circles.

�I was winning… And you got to go first with the <I>chess</I> we still need to figure out who’s going first with everything else.�

Lune looked up and smiled and waggled his eyebrows before licking the little cut he’d made earlier. Lune then lowered his head and closed his eyes, his hand once again resting on the bruises on Kyrans hips, he pressed his mouth and huffed a breath before whispering he was sorry again before actually drifting into a light sleep.

�Sweet dreams, Kyran.�

A quick kiss and he brushed Kyrans cheek lightly with his hand before yawning… It wasn’t even sunset and Lune was already half-asleep. He murmured to Kyran and sighed softly “If you want me to stay awake I can…�


[Bah! x_X sucks so bad! ]

[Rhindeer]

[Psha, no it didn't, you liar! XP]

Most people probably would have grabbed their clothes and left after being jumped on and mauled by a pissed-off werewolf, not laying in bed naked together and cuddling like nothing had even happened, though the evidence of Lune's freak-out was still currently etched into his skin. But, well, Kyran wasn't a human, either, and Lune was a werewolf. Both of them were predators in their own right so perhaps it wasn't such a stretch to say that Kyran could understand him. Or, at least, that he could relate to that feral side that had taken over the "pup" just moments ago before fading away. Sure, the attack had alarmed him (though that was a secret!) but not so much as it probably would have scared a human who wasn't used to that sort of thing, and didn't possess such a side to their personality themselves.

Besides, the attack seemed to have taken Lune off guard as much as it had surprised him. The pup had actually been crying...which...well...if there was one thing that took Kyran off guard even more than being jumped, it was tears. He never really knew how to react to that, and it made him feel kind of--psha, no, it didn't make him feel bad, it was just bloody confusing and weird! He was a big, tough, evil demon, damnit, he didn't feel bad about making people cry or kicking puppies. Though...he didn't kick puppies...they usually had mommies nearby that could bite really, really hard.

Yep.

Whatever the case may be, Kyran wasn't complaining now as Lune snuggled closer and kissed his chest while drawing circles along his hip and beneath his naval, the tease, and Kyran was half tempted to just grab his hand so he'd knock it off before it drove him insane (in a good way). He didn't, though, because his touch felt nice...it was almost hard to believe that the same fingers that had bruised him were currently sending pleasant chills up his spine. What was even better? Lune also seemed to have stopped crying, because when he pressed his cheek to Kyran's chest, his skin didn't get soaked. Heh. Good. Smiling, he ran the fingers of one hand idly along Lune's lower back and even a little lower, just affectionately caressing his skin.

He blinked when Lune spoke up, his own hand coming to rest atop Lune's hip just as Lune's hand came to stop just below his belly button, sadly; he hadn't wanted his hand to stop. But he only chuckled softly and shook his head, giving Lune's side a little pat. "Psha...I've been hurt worse by cats, pup." Which, well, was the truth. Lune hadn't even drawn blood. Mister Leopard Boy? He had. Which reminded him...he still had to wash up some time...though, at least the blood on his face had been cleaned up, curtosy of Lune. Bah, he'd do it in the morning. He was comfortable now, he had a naked werewolf pressed up against him, so he was so not moving.

"Seriously, don't worry about it. Shit happens," he murmured, nuzzling Lune's pink hair softly and once again letting his hand wander lazily along Lune's spine before settling against his lower back, gently holding him. Heh...Lune may not have possessed magic, but his touch was still like magic. Or...something corny like that. Whatever, he liked his hands, and even if they couldn't heal, they felt good against his injured skin. Hey, there was some truth in that whole "kiss it and make it feel better!" idea...Kyran certainly hadn't minded that. In fact, Lune could claw him more if it would result in that...

Even if that whole mauling deal hadn't been the sexy kind. Oh well.

Kyran still planned on getting Lune to let him find and examine all his scars.

For now, though, he could content himself with the ones that were currently within view, the ones on his chest. "You were only winning because I was letting you win," Kyran lied with a smirk, drawing along the scar beneath Lune's nipple with his free hand before branching out to trace lightly along the others. "I was luring you into a false sense of security." He ran his fingers slowly up and down his stomach, finally pausing to circle teasingly around his belly button, and below it. Yawning a little, he glanced down at the top of the wolf's head. "But...we'll get it figured out. Just...no Chess next time. Alright?"

Spreading his hand flat against Lune's belly, he flexed his fingers teasingly and smiled down at Lune before he'd licked his cut, and he only shook his head when he caught the whispered apology. Closing his eyes, he shifted a little to get more comfortable, turning carefully to lay more on his side curled up next to Lune. "Stop apologizing," he muttered, and once again gently kissed his forehead, reaching up to run a hand through his hair lightly.

Truth be told, Kyran was more of a night person than a day person. But over the years, he'd been adjusting his schedule more to fit human standards. Relaxed as he was now, he couldn't help but start to feel drowsy...it had been a fairly busy day, and he had gotten up early...and gotten mauled twice. And gotten his stuff stolen. He supposed he had a right to be tired after all that. And with Lune in his arms, he started to gradually doze off. He opened his eyes and blinked when Lune spoke up. "Mm? Oh...yeah. 'Night, Lune..." he murmured, yawning again and smiling at the kiss and brush against his cheek. "And go to sleep...you sound dead."

All said in the most affectionate of ways, of course.

But before he could drift off himself, he sat up suddenly and yanked at the covers, shifting his own position so he could work them out from under himself before tugging at them to free them of Lune's body weight. Task finally complete, he curled back up against Lune, drew the covers over them both, and draped an arm around the werewolf's waist. "Sleep well..." It wasn't long after that that he'd drifted off.

[Anonymous]

The birds were chirping brightly, and Lune, who was rousing from sleep, wished for a moment that he was a cat so he’d have the urge to eat them to make them shut up. But, Lune was a dog so all he did was grown threateningly at them before sitting up, crawling over Kyrans sleeping body and getting off the bed. Wow, he’d spent the night cuddling with someone and nothing funny happened during the night… that he knew about. Lune began walking towards the bedroom door and stopped at the mirror, not really noticing his bare body, but, he did notice his hair wasn’t pink anymore, hmm… That charm must have worn off; the lady said it wouldn’t last long… It had lasted for about a week, and that was long enough. Lune would have to back later and get a new charm for his lovely pink hair.

Looking over his shoulder towards Kyran who was still snuggled in the bed, Lune yawned then stepped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. So, there Lune was, standing in front of his room, the door being closed of course so no one could see his ‘pet’. Kyran might not be expecting it, but, from now on, until Lune didn’t like him, Kyran would be his pet, stay his pet and no one else could touch him. Not even to shake his hand, or Lune would probably do the bad growlies and stalk off with Kyran’s wrist clutched in his hand. Yes, Lune was a very possessive bastard.

The now brown haired werewolf made his way down the stairs, not really noticing the stare he got from the front desk lady towards his unclothed body, but, it wasn’t disgust in her eyes, it was more like she was holding back the urge to drool. When Lune turned the hall, she leaned over the desk and raised an eyebrow while looking at the blue tattoos, which stopped underneath his bottom, before she went back to work, a blush on her cheeks. Of course she hadn’t said anything; he was going to be on a return trip. And he was, after getting two mugs of coffee, Lune returned to his room. This of course gave the front desk lady an eyeful, and then she shook her head and got back to work, still probably suppressing the urge to tell Lune he had a nice butt. Which he did. Lune would say it himself, he had a nice butt.

Lune looked at the knob of the door to his room for a moment, pondering how to turn it, but then remembered that you can hold two mugs with one hand and did that. Turning the knob quietly, Lune placed the mugs down on a side table beside the chair, righted the table that had held the chess game. He’d left the pieces on the ground and stepped on one, wincing but not calling out because he’d never really been the first to wake up. Stupid birds and waking him up. Lune, taking quiet careful steps towards the bed, ended up jumping on it and straddling the lump which he assumed was Kyran, since his head was coming out the top. Lune bent down, blew the brown hair that fell into his eyes away and crossed his arms, and rested them on Kyran while he rested his head on that.

�Wakey wakey, Pookie! I brought coffee, it’s over there.�

Things Lune has learned living with a pack of other werewolves, to wake them up, you had to make them physically move, not just open their eyes and sit up. So, he was pulling that move on Kyran, Lune was wide away now so he didn’t need it; it’d just be an extra energy boost for energy he wouldn’t know what to do with. His mind quickly headed for the gutter and a wolfish grin spread across his face, Lune sat up and rolled the covers off of Kyrans torso then sat on them so he couldn’t pull them back up… Then, because Lune was so evil, started to blow on his bare chest, the werewolf wasn’t close enough for the air to be warm, so it was chilly by the time it’d get to its target.

Lune loved waking people up, they all usually growled and tried to go back to sleep though, the growling was the only entertaining part of the whole process.

[Rhindeer]

Indeed, Kyran was the type that liked to sleep in. And he tended to be a pretty deep sleeper. Birds wouldn't wake him up, neither would a lightning storm or a hurricane or...well...anything short of being forcefully pounced and yanked out of bed, and that never made him too happy; if anything, it induced snarls and groggy attempts to whack his "attacker", because when he was comfortable and warm, it took a lot of incentive to get him to move. One thing was for certain: he was not a morning person. He liked his sleep, and he liked it a lot, damnit! So when Lune rose out of bed to go out on his naked quest for coffee, the most Kyran did was sigh and curl in closer to take advantage of the warm spot where Lune had once been. That was about it.

In fact, he was still dozing peacefully when Lune returned, not even responding to the sound of the door opening and closing or the strong scent of coffee which wafted through the air. He was completely still save for the rising and falling of his chest and sound of his breathing, brown hair falling carelessly into his face and moving when his breaths puffed against the strands in his face. So peaceful. So quiet. So innocent.

At least until Lune bloody jumped onto the bed and straddled him like this was a damned wrestling match! And blew in his face! And pressed his arms and head against him!

"Gyah!" Kyran gasped, his eyes snapping open, though they had that glazed over look that people tended to wear when they were still half asleep, not to mention they were bloodshot. For one split second, he thought he was being attacked in a bad way, but then his eyes met Lune's, given his face was like...right there...and then he let out a low groan and attempted to roll over in response. Oh no...don't tell him...Lune was a morning person...

When rolling over didn't work so well, given Lune was straddling him, he instead lifted his arms and made some weak, half-awake attempt at shoving the wolf off of him. That stopped when the word "Pookie" reached his ears, and as a result, just for Lune, he mustered up the most malevolent glare he could manage in his sleepy state, which probably looked more goofy than it did intimidating.

"Dun call me that..." he growled thickly, baring his fangs and swatting at him half-heartedly. "And stoppit. I'm sleeping. Go away." Then, bucking his hips and shoving once more at Lune in an attempt to dislodge him, he finally gave up and simply draped one arm across his eyes so he could attempt to go back to sleep.

Which, of course, didn't work because that was when Lune decided to shuck the covers off of him. The colder, outside air hitting his bare, once comfortably warm body was like a shock to his system, making goosebumps break out over his skin. Jolting in alarm, he hissed angrily and reached down to grab for the covers, but Lune had decided to sit on them...which meant he couldn't pull them back up. Moving his arm off of his face, he opened his eyes and continued to glare up openly at the werewolf, eyebrows drawn together in annoyance as he laid there, cold but too stubborn and tired to budge. Until Lune bent and started blowing on his chest.

"Goddamnit, Lune!" he snarled, going completely rigid, but by now completely, and irreversibly, awake. Gripping Lune's shoulders as he leaned over him, he roughly shoved the "pup" off of him and sat up, huffing in irritation. No good morning, no how are you, no morning kisses there. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he rose and stomped off to snatch up the promised cup of coffee off of the table, because Gods knew he'd need it. Though it was on the other side of the room. Which was cold. Bloody hells. Shivering slightly, he picked his mug up off of the table and glanced over his shoulder at Lune, still notably pissed from the looks of his stiff posture and narrowed eyes, though he was painfully aware that he probably wasn't too intimidating standing there buck-naked with his hair all messy and goosebumps all over. Ah well, like he cared.

Taking a long sip of his coffee, he shot another look Lune's way. Then took another sip. Hmm...the coffee <I>was good. And even if it was taking a while for him to wake up, sipping on it was helping to calm him down. No, he wasn't a morning person in the least.

"Are you always this obnoxious in the mornings?" he asked after a pause, and took another long swallow, hoping for the caffeine to kick in quick, because he needed it if he was going to be pleasant anytime soon. Then, blinking tiredly and realizing that wasn't the nicest thing to say, he shook his head. "I mean...good morning, pup. Sleep well?" Obviously he had if he was so perky. Then again, Kyran had slept surprisingly well, but...well...he just wasn't so good with the waking up part.

[Anonymous]

Yup, you can tell many things about a person the way they wake up. Actually the way you woke them up, and, Kyran was stubborn. But Lune had known that for a while, the only reason he actually let Pookie sleep here… Actually, he let him sleep here because they had both fallen into a lovely snuggly slumber and it would be too evil of him to give Kyran his clothing and tell him to get out if they didn’t hump. Ah well, snuggles were good too before sleep, maybe not as exaughsting, but they were just as… comfy? Lune, after being pushed, fell off the bed, the back of his head on the floor and his legs up on the bed still. Brown hair obscured his vision and he blew up to blow it out of his face, it did, and then it flopped onto the floor beside his head. Lune grumbled and wiggled, but, his shoulders were sticking to the ground so moving was unavailable at the moment. At Kyrans question of him being this obnoxious all the time, Lune waggled his eye brows and spoke in his growlie voice.

�Oh, If I’d gotten laid last night I’d still be asleep, but, when I sleep normally with only snuggles I wake up when the birds start chirpin’ or the sun wakes me up…�

Lune trailed off and did a flip thing off the bed, rolling over so his backside was presented to Kyran for a split moment before he stood up and walked towards the table that held the other mug of steaming coffee, ah, sweet, sweet coffee. Okay, the coffee was bitter but that wasn’t the point, the point, which came from absolutely no where Lune could fine in his feeble little mind, was that Kyran and himself were both naked and drinking coffee. Blinking his mismatched eyes, Lune looked at the floor at his own body before scanning on Kyrans… Holy crap! They probably did something magical, they both slept naked, but neither of them work up a little too ‘happy’ for their own good.  Lune made a face of shrugging it off while looking at Kyrans midsection, since he was colourblind, he couldn’t really tell if the marks were still there.

�Are the… Scratches I gave you still there?�

This was asked after he took a swig of coffee and put it back down on the table, reaching out slightly to brush Kyrans hip, the same spot where the bruises were last night. Lightly taking the mug of coffee from Kyrans grasp, Lune moved the hand on Kyrans hip to his back and drew him closer, as if to hug him. The other hand lightly brushed the slightly shorter mans ear tip before gently pressing his head to Lunes shoulder while he hugged him. Early morning naked hugs, this was a brand new experience for Lune, and it felt nice. Maybe a little less awkward if they’d been wearing clothing, but, nice all the same. When Lune spoke, his voice was gruff and apologetic.

�I really am sorry, Kyran, I honestly don’t want to physically hurt you so you get the bad kind of pain.�

He moved his head back and lightly kissed Kyran on the cheek, then pulled back, smiled, and handed Kyran his mug of coffee back as if nothing happened. Quickly, Lune looked at the ground before taking another swig of his own coffee and looking at the grown, which had chess pieces at bad spots for bare feet and walking. Grumbling, Lune got on his hands and knees and began to pick up the pieces, putting them, one by one, on the table. Why did he have to flip out last night? Why did the word murderer piss him off so bad? What happened that ended up so deep in his subconscious he couldn’t even remember it? Lune’s mood darkened slightly and the chess pieces were being pounded onto the cute little wooden table. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly and curling his fingers on the hard wood floor. Why did this bother him so bad? Lune tucked his knees towards his chest, and pressed his forehead to the ground, then wrapped his hands over the back of his neck.

�I’m really sorry Kyran.�

[Rhindeer]

Whoops...maybe he'd pushed just a little too hard. Because when he'd glanced over his shoulder, he hadn't seen Lune--or, rather, he'd just seen Lune's legs and feet popping up from over the side of the bed, though the rest of him was invisible...which lead to Kyran imagining him laying on his head on the other side. Coughing slightly, Kyran gulped down another mouthful of coffee, feeling gradually more awake and less cranky as the blessed, blessed coffee did its miraculous work; it was bitter all right, but that's what helped wake him up--first the taste, then the caffeine. Heh...maybe that'd teach Lune to be more careful in waking him, because he rarely ever woke up on the right side of the bed and was liable to growl and throw the other person off of it, even if accidentally (because he was too asleep to realize what he was doing...er...well, that was the excuse). Especially not when he was tortured awake.

Oh well, Lune was talking now, which meant he hadn't gotten knocked unconscious or suffered head trauma or anything! Because that wouldn't have been good.

And Kyran just about snorted on his coffee at what he had to say.

"...Is that so?" he asked as soon as he'd taken another swallow, turning slightly so he could watch Lune. Well, watch what he could see of him, which wasn't much. Er...was he stuck? Oh, nope, he was moving, and...Kyran watched him do his flip thing, and Lune wasn't alone in being a gutter-head, because the first thing that popped into his mind at that was, wow, he's flexible. And that he had a nice ass. He hadn't really gotten to see much of that last night, actually, given they were sitting most of the time. Right, moving on! "Hrm...I'll remember that. Unless you're up for another nap?" he added with a sly smile and a suggestive wink as Lune approached to claim his own coffee. Still naked.

Which, of course, was all well and good for Kyran, and he made no secret of studying Lune again unabashedly, and a quick glance over his mug at Lune's face showed that he was doing the same. Ah...he loved those scars. He really did...wait a minute! His hair was...brown? Hadn't it been pink last night? Or had he just been imagining...? Guh, whatever. Maybe he'd just dreamt that his hair had been pink, for whatever strange reason that might be.

Damn, they were both so strange, sipping coffee naked and oggling each other calmly and casually. How did they do it? Well...Kyran did it because he was an incubus and had a little more control over himself than the average human, he guessed. Because if he didn't? With all the thoughts constantly going through his head, he'd be permanently turned-on and wouldn't be able to walk out in public. Ever. He'd do it anyway, of course, because he was just that shameless, but it certainly did make things a lot more comfortable this way. Otherwise, he'd have a problem. Ouch.

Taking another swig of his coffee, which was by now almost gone, he blinked at Lune's question then glanced down at his own body, reaching up with his free hand to rub his chest. The skin was still a little irritated but no longer a bright, angry red. In fact, the welts were pretty much gone, the only indication of them having been there being the slightly sensitive skin. The bruises on his hips were still there, though, as were the scratches the shapeshifter had given him. Oh...don't tell him. Lune was still being all guilt-ridden over that episode last night. Raising his head right as Lune brushed his hand across his hip, Kyran was about to answer, but Lune then carefully removed his mug from his fingers--gah, not the coffee! That was his lifeline right now!--and drew him against his chest.

Alright...the coffee could wait for now, actually.

Laying his head against Lune's shoulder and circling his arms around his waist he relaxed completely, his bad mood flying right out the window as the sensation of skin against skin, one of his favorite feelings ever, replaced all recollection of his rude wake-up call. In fact, he could even forgive the pup for making him get out of the nice, warm bed and out into the cold room, because Lune's body felt pleasantly warm as he let himself be held against him. Cheek pressed against Lune's shoulder, he turned his head slightly to lightly kiss the skin beneath him. Though he wanted to bite him at his next set of words. In fact, he did bite him just a little, a quick nip on his shoulder followed by a gentle caress along his lower back. "Stop apologizing, Lune. You really didn't hurt me, alright? Hell, the scratches aren't really even there anymore."

Then Lune stepped back, kissed him on the cheek, and handed him his cup of coffee again. Kyran only smiled and shook his head, trying to hide his disappointment at the breaking of contact.

Disappointment that soon faded. Because that was when Lune...Kyran closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. Yep. Lune decided to start picking up the Chess pieces. On his hands and knees. While still completely bare. Kyran was not complaining about the view one bit. Did Lune even realize what he was doing? Oh jeez.

Kyran quietly set his cup down on the table, well out of the way so that Lune wouldn't knock it over, since by now he was starting to get a bit more...aggresive in picking up the pieces, and he was about to get down there with him to offer to, ahem, help pick up the pieces. But then Lune suddenly stopped altogether and pressed his head to the floor and hands to the back of his neck...before apologizing yet again.

Argh...

Sighing loudly, Kyran knelt down next to him, picking up a black Queen so he didn't kneel onto it, and leaned down, bracing himself on a forearm, in an attempt to see Lune's face. But it was hidden by his brown hair and his elbows were in the way. Was this another breakdown? He rested his other hand on the other man's back, softly stroking down his spine and ghosting over his bottom before traveling back up again, stopping where his hands currently shielded his neck before repeating the process; he was very nearly petting him, like one might do to a spooked animal to calm it. "Hey. Lune?" he called gently, still on a level with him. "Stop it. Alright? Stop moping. You really didn't hurt me. So knock it off."

Of course, Kyran wasn't quite patient enough to wait for Lune to come out of his shell again, because the wood floor was making his knees ache. Instead, he sat up again, shifted his position so he was in front of Lune, then grabbed the werewolf's wrists in both of his hands and pulled them free of Lune's neck. He didn't release him right away, though, and instead used his hold to draw Lune up so that he, too, was simply kneeling instead of looking all pitiful and defeated with his forehead against the hard floor. Both wrists were still held firmly in front of him in Kyran's hands.

Kyran looked up directly into Lune's face, then smiled wryly and shook his head. "You know, in a different context, those scratches actually would have been a turn-on," he said softly, leaning forward to press a warm, open-mouthed kiss to the hollow of Lune's throat. "So...are you done with the guilt-fest, yet? Or do you want me to prove that you're forgiven?" he asked gently, drawing back again so he could lift Lune's hands and press his lips to them.

[Anonymous]

Sure, Kyran told him to get a grip on himself and stop feeling bad, but he couldn’t. Lune felt like he’d done something worse than this, long ago, but what was it?! Taking a deep breath, he tried to keep his wrists to his neck, but Kyran somehow managed to pry them away from his neck and lift him up. Opening his mismatched eyes Lune looked back at Kyran and smiled slightly before curling his fingers and sighing when he kissed his neck. Half closed eyes, and Lune took another deep breath, he didn’t smell fear of Kyran and another slight smile brushed his lips, Lune sighed softly and lowered his head again when Kyran kissed his hands.

The guilt slowly ebbed and Lune moved his hand, and lifted Kyrans head, and looked at his eyes. Then, as spontaneous of a hug as before, Lune wrapped his arms around Kyrans shoulders and closed his eyes, then, with his growlie voice which tended to only come up when he was either hugging, turned on, or trying to turn Kyran on, he spoke into his pretty pets ear.

�Prove it, words lie… Please… “

Lunes hand tangled into Kyrans brown hair and pressed him to his neck. His hand pulling at the hair. Lune took a huff of breath and let it out slowly, his other hand resting on Kyrans neck, for a second his fingers tightened in Kyrans hair and then let go, letting his hand rest on the small of Kyrans back and slowly pet up and down. Lune took another breath and let it out on Kyrans ear before rubbing his cheek against his hair.

�Kyran, if you really honestly forgive me… Bite my neck… Or… Bite something… You… Just, hurt me.“

The point of that? Not really one besides a return of pain, and for Lune, being a werewolf, would be the only way he’d know Kyran would forgive him. By returning the pain he gave. Kind of like returning a favour, only this was returning pain unfairly given. Lune stood up slowly, bringing Kyran up with him, then lightly gripped his hips and pressed them to his own, and moved slightly. Maybe this time, if Lune decided to return the pain over again, it wouldn’t hurt the same way. With his mismatched eyes hooded, Lune growled softly next to Kyrans ear and ground their hips together again.

�Hurry up, I’m… sleepy.�

A slight smile could be heard on Lunes voice as it carried softly and quietly to Kyrans slightly pointed ear. Another grind of the hips and he stood still, not moving at all, except for his fingers where were between his shoulder blades and low of his back.

((OOC: x_x too lazy to spell check! Now, admit it, THIS sucks… REALLY bad. XD

[Rhindeer]

[ <font color=red>[smut warning ahoy] >.></font> ...Decided I best throw in the warning, even though it's a bit obvious and late, heh.]

Well, well...Lune suddenly didn't seem so mope-y anymore.

Not by a long-shot. Because he'd randomly wrapped his arms about Kyran's shoulders while Kyran reflexively rested his own hands against Lune's lower back, drawing their bodies close together. His own eyes closed as he leaned his cheek against him, relishing in that familiar sensation for the second time this morning as he calmly breathed in that equally familiar scent that he'd come to know as Lune's. Hmm...he supposed he didn't really need an answer, actually. Actions tended to speak louder that words, and this was as good of a reply as--

Alright, scratch that. Words were bloody awesome and spoke damned loud, especially when they were growled into his ear and ended with the word "please".

Please. The very same guy that had once said that Kyran was his "pet", the same guy that had announced his "dominance" over him, the same guy that called him--shudder--"Pookie", had said the magic word "please", and told him to prove it! Well...if this wasn't a notable turn of events. Kyran wasn't about to say anything, though, not right now; but oh, he'd make sure to rib Lune for it later, one could rest assured. But right at this moment? Nope, he had Lune right where he wanted him and he wasn't going to go reminding Lune of his own assertions and risk the werewolf wiggling out of his grasp. Yet. It would be fun to remind him in a little while and see if he was still so adamant about maintaining control, but, Kyran was just evil like that. He liked messing with people...a lot.

Shivering lightly at the words and the feel of his hand in his hair, pulling, he sighed quietly, breath warm against Lune's chest, at the feel of fingers petting along his back. "Gladly, pup," he murmured, a near purr as his own hands slid over Lune's back to hold onto his hips. His thumbs teasingly stroked the area just below his belly-button in soft, circular motions as his fingers kneaded gently against the skin, and he turned his head a little so he could briefly nibble his collar-bone. "Since you asked so nicely..."

That was right before Lune exhaled onto his ear and made his next request, which just about made his own breath catch.

Hurt...him...? Kyran paused, his eyes widening. Well. Damn. This excursion to Cerenis was proving more fruitful by the minute. Not only had he found someone fun, but said person was apparently a masochist. Score! Kyran grinned against his neck, more than happy to play a little rough if that's what he wanted, but that was when Lune rose and brought him with him, body contact momentarily broken. At least until Lune gripped his hips and grinded against him.

Kyran's breath hitched involuntarily, eyes closing, and he responsively rolled his hips back against Lune, firmly and insistently, and pressed his fingertips into his hipbones to hold him in place. In response to both Lune's growled words and his lovely grinding motions, Kyran only smiled lazily, eyes half open...then suddenly reached up, tightly fisted a hand in Lune's hair at the nape of his neck, and pulled his head back to give him better access to his throat while his other arm supported him about the waist; didn't want to take him off balance or anything. He then pressed his mouth to the sensitive area along the line of his jaw, just below the ear, and just for Lune, he nipped the earlobe sharply with his fangs once.

"What's the rush?" Kyran asked, brushing his lips against the rim of his ear and letting his breath tickle it, before running his tongue along it. Heh, he was certainly in no hurry. He rather enjoyed taking his time, and right now, he was simply teasing. "Don't worry...I'll keep you awake," he whispered against his pup's skin--though he knew good and well what Lune was alluding to--and laved lightly at the area, still keeping a firm grip on his hair as he traced a path along his throat and over to the side of his neck, right where it connected to the shoulder. Which, just as Lune had requested, he bit abruptly and roughly as soon as his mouth had touched it.

It wasn't a hard enough bite to draw blood or leave damage, but it was certainly hard enough to indent the flesh with his fangs and leave a mark. Lune would feel it, that was for sure. Immediately after, he caressed the area with his tongue, soothing the hurt flesh, and gently sucked on the skin to make up for it. It was also then that he finally released his grip on Lune's hair so he could bring both hands around to his shoulders, massaging the muscles before sliding his hands down his arms and then over the werewolf's chest. He even unsheathed his claws so he could rake his nails lightly across the flesh, denting skin but not yet breaking it.

He wouldn't go that far unless he knew that was something Lune wanted; after all, he was all for the fun kind of hurt, but not the bad kind. The bad kind was...well...bad. Besides, Lune could scar. Kyran liked Lune's scars, but he wasn't so sure if he would appreciate any more, given he didn't seem all too fond of them in the first place. He thought they were ugly! Psha. Really, they were beautiful (though Kyran likely wouldn't say that!)...certainly better than flawless, boring skin.

Hmm...maybe Kyran could make him appreciate them.

"Shall we...move some place more comfortable?" he asked softly, lifting his head to capture Lune's lips with his own and slowly moving his hips against him with small, playful undulations. Really, he was all for standing around in the middle of the room clawing at each other like...something...if that's what Lune was into, though Kyran still wanted to check out all his scars and that might be kind of awkward like this. Heeey...it could actually be another weird contest! Whoever's legs gave out first!

...Er...no. Skip that thought.

[Anonymous]

As teeth closed over the flesh on his neck, Lune gasped. No blood was drawn and Lune let out a puff of heated breath and a ragged sigh, like his breath hitched. Oh yeah, Kyran could keep him awake, very easily. The werewolf nuzzled his cheek closer to Kyrans head, and moved his hands, the muscles in his arms tensing when the claws lightly raked down his chest. Gods. Lune lowered his head slightly and pressed as close to Kyran as possible, this was almost as bad as that chess game. How did this happen anyway? Lune mentally blinked, since his physical eyes were closed tight, this was like… A one night stand, only not since it was daytime and they drank coffee together.  Lune missed waking up to a familiar face of someone who wasn’t just ‘there’ because they had to be, but because the wanted to be. He’d probably never admit it, but he missed the snuggles he shared with his wife before he ‘died’. Bah, not thinking of the past life now, it was pointless. She was gone, he was gone, and now he had a willing warm body that gave good snuggles right there in his arms. Or was it the other way around.

Lunes eyes opened and he looked down, hmm, his arms around around Kyrans body and over his arms, which meant Kyran was in Lunes arms. A flick of his head and the now brown hair was flopped to the side, right before Kyran gave him a kiss. Which Lune took to heart his suggestion of getting somewhere more comfortable, pressing his hand to Kyrans pretty little bottom, he pressed their hips closer together and he started moving towards the big comfy bed. That was a place more comfortable, ya? Lune thought so, what a better place to make out than a big comfy bed? Even Lune, who was used to soft patches of moss, which were also nice make out places for when you ran out of comfy large beds, would choose a bed over moss any day. Probably because the bed came with pillows and all the moss had was bugs. Cute little bugs, but, they were still bugs… And bugs didn’t taste too good when you couldn’t keep your mouth closed and they flew in there…

A funny story that can be delved deeper into some other time other than now. Because with all the slow steps and walks, Lune had made Kyrans legs hit the bed, and then they fell. Well, Lune pushed and they ‘fell’ onto the bed, which then flipped them over so he was on the bottom. Lune was pulling the submissive bit, this was unusual of Lune, but hopefully Kyran wouldn’t catch on to that being what it was. Being the ‘pack leader’ Lune was never submissive, ever, not for anyone, but this was to great a burden for Lunes feeble mind and in his head, this was the only way to make up for it. Scooching(...?) back onto the bed, pulling Kyran with him, his legs on either side of Kyrans body. Breath came in huffs when their lips finally parted. If anyone was looking up, they’d be able to see the back of Lunes lovely brown haired head.

�Kyran… You get to go first.�

That was his sorry, submitting. It fit, right? Besides, Kyran wouldn’t catch on, and even if he did, Lune highly doubted, at least he did in his subconscious, he could only really think of the lovely little things going on between the two of them at the moment, that Kyran would give up the chance to go first. Okie dokie, Lune was ready and willing, and, if Kyran kept up that biting, Lune’d be done before his pretty little pet even started.

((…Don’t ask… It’s the music, I swear x_x ))

[Rhindeer]

Ah, one night stands. Kyran had had plenty of those in his lifetime, though, honestly, he did prefer a more long-term partnership if he and the other person clicked. He was all for unattached sex, wild and free-spirited as he liked to consider himself, but at the heart of it all, he was still a social creature with a need for companionship, and sex, well...it could be completely distant and unattached, purely physical, but in another context with another person it could be a form of expression. Alas, such was the plight of someone incapable of adequately using words to express themselves...Kyran was a very physical person in a lot of ways and this, obviously, was one of them. He didn't really consider this to be a one-night (er, morning?) stand...perhaps it had started out that way, but you didn't play Chess or innocently sleep with or drink coffee with a one-night stand, not from his experience. Nor did you exchange so many words. Or tolerate getting "attacked".

Besides, Lune had "claimed" him. Lune probably didn't know it, but Kyran had also "claimed" him, in his own way. It was funny, they didn't even know each other, yet Kyran felt a certain kinship with him in an odd way. Maybe because they were both similar in some ways?

Bah, whatever. Now wasn't the time. Just random thoughts, and stupid ones at that.

Especially when he had a panting Lune in his arms--well, wait, actually he was in Lune's arms, technically--who was responding just so well to his bites and nibbles! If his lips weren't currently occupied, he would have smiled, his palms pressed flat to Lune's chest as the werewolf took heed of his suggestion and began guiding them...somewhere. Kyran wasn't really paying attention, given he was facing Lune and his eyes were closed contentedly, a shiver coursing though him when his "pup" placed a hand on his bottom to draw their hips closer together. He made a soft sound deep in the back of his throat, his breath coming out sharp through his nose, but he only worked his mouth more demandingly against Lune's in response and curled his fingers against his chest. He didn't resist as Lune started to steer them toward said comfortable location...

And then made a startled "mmph!" sound, eyes snapping open, when his legs bumped something solid and the world began to tilt.

Well...that would be the bed.

Somehow, through the tangle of limbs and disorientation that came with falling, Kyran managed to end up on top, though it took him a few seconds to realize that he was laying on top of Lune rather than the other way around, sprawled unceremoniously across his body as he currently was. Lips finally parting, he gulped in air breathlessly and pushed himself back up instinctively to relieve Lune of his full weight. That was when it finally clicked, as he looked down over Lune's body which was spread out beneath him so nicely, like an all-too-enticing offering. For a few seconds, Kyran didn't do anything--he simply stayed there, gazing over the other man's body, drinking him in and tracing the many scars with his eyes since he now had such a good view of them--of all of them, the ones on his chest and his legs...

He raised his eyes when Lune spoke, gazing up into his face. And then he laughed softly, though it was a more breathless, throaty sound as he worked to control his own breathing.

"That was the plan, Lune," he said wryly, reaching out to trace along the insides of his exposed thighss, drawing over each blue mark with deft fingers and ending at the top markings, quite deliberately ignoring what else was between his thighs. "At least...that was my plan..." he added, running his hands slowly back down and even a little further, stroking lightly behind his knees--a sensitive but often neglected erogenous zone. No, he wasn't about to argue with his decision. Nope. There would be no complaints on his end at all, and of course he didn't know the real reason behind Lune's sudden submission. Which was good, because it probably would have made him cringe. And bite Lune. Well, the latter wasn't bad!

Of course...it also just wasn't that easy. Poor Lune, he might be ready and willing, but Kyran perhaps got even more enjoyment out of pleasuring others than anything. Which meant he was far from done. "I knew you'd cave..."

And, since that one scar on his chest was practically screaming for attention, Kyran dipped forward, bracing himself, and ran his tongue over the ugly flaw that was so entrancing to the demon and so repulsive to Lune. Well...he decided he'd start with this one. He wanted to explore his scars and had even offered to "kiss them and make them better", and, finally, here was his chance. Moistening the marred skin with his tongue, he allowed his breath to puff against it, then nibbled along it lightly before actually biting down, scraping his teeth against the old wound. Still, he was careful not to bite too hard. In fact, he was careful not to bite at all when he trailed upwards to capture the peak just above it, flicking his tongue against it before applying gentle suction. Then, so no part of Lune was neglected, he made sure to lave the same amount of attention on the other side when he had finished.

When he finally released, it was only so he could kiss the area and continue slowly trailing down along his chest, giving each scar he found special attention. Really, he couldn't understand why Lune was so ashamed of them.

[HAHAH! Go me! I avoided using the word nipple! *prouds* O_o Don't mind me, it's late.]

[Anonymous]

This was a turn of event of course, well, it would have been if Lune hadn’t done it all on purpose. Now it was going to be a lovely dance that all fell into place at the last possible moment. Which was okay, or, Lune would think that if he was able to at the present moment. But, thinking was out of the question at the moment because of the lovely slow sensations that Kyran was causing to rather sensitive parts on his person. Lunes hands, which moved from the bed besides his hips, clutching the rumpled white blankets to the stuff beside his head, mismatched eyes were closed as his hands went to cover his face before he let out a gasp. Desperately wanting to swat at Kyrans hands, which were tracing over the blue markings between his thighs. Though, Lune didn’t because he was submitting, and that meant Kyran had full reigns over everything, which actually sucked a little and made Lune want to chew on a pillow or something.

Then, he moved up, and Lune sucked in breath, a light blush on his cheeks because the evil little demon was paying more attention than he’d have liked to the things he found so disgusting. Marred skin, things that showed he sucked at dodging, that he was wounded… That he failed. Scars were not something Lune liked to parade around if he had the chance, maybe if someone stole his clothes then maybe he’d go around topless for people to ogle the rather large bite mark on his side. No one would know that meant he was a werewolf unless they had been bitten themselves, other wise, it was just a rather painful looking hunting mark. A certain someones tongue on a certain place on a certain persons upper body made Lune jolt out of his hazed musing, and made Lune open his eyes and look to find his hand on the back of Kyrans head. Swallowing a gasping breath, Lune shook his head and opened his mouth, then spoke in the growlie voice.

�What are you licking <I>those</I> for?�

Probably a little odd coming from the person who was well, on the bottom, but Lune really wanted to know. Sure it felt nice and all and made Lune want to chew on a piece of rawhide instead, but, gods! Did Kyran have to take so long?! Lunes hands went to Kyrans shoulders and held onto them, then pulled him up. This was getting ridiculous, Lune flopped over ready and willing and Kyran was picking him apart like artichoke, one leaf, two leaves, three leaves, oh! Four leaves. Slowly peeling off Lunes layers until he just wreaths and takes no prisoners? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Letting go of Kyrans shoulders, his hands trailing through the brown hair before dropping to the bed beside his hips, clutching and letting go of the blankets repeatedly. This was almost worse than torture! Lune closed his eyes again and pressing his head into the bed, gasping before he growled out, though it was the good growlies of course.

â€?Dammit, Kyran, hurry up, we don’t have â€" All day.â€?

Because he simply couldn’t help himself, Lune thrust his hips up moved his hands to clutch at his hair because they would do less damage to things there if he decided to really grab anything, which would disastrous with a few things in the room, like the bed. Which Lune wasn’t holding onto anymore, which was a good thing because he was probably about to kill it. Because he didn’t want to wake anyone up, Lune bit his lips and squeezed his eyes closed.

Yup, worse than torture. Though, it was a nice, sweet, prolonged unbelievably annoying kind of torture.