Ever have one of those days...?

[Rhindeer]

Dear Gods, that was great!

He'd felt Lune's jolt, all right, and he'd felt the other man's hand on the back of head, but he couldn't say he'd been expecting his comment. So, when it was uttered, Kyran made a sudden noise that sounded like a cross between a snort and a snicker before he could help himself. Ahaha...if there was one thing that was better than sex, it was the outbursts people sometimes made in the middle of it, and Lune's random growl was no exception. Kyran paused right in the middle of everything to bite down hard on his bottom lip and try desperately not to burst out laughing like he wanted to, keeping his head bowed down against Lune's chest, forehead pressed against his skin and brown hair tickling the flesh, so Lune couldn't see his expression. It didn't work very well, though, because his shoulders were shaking with pent-up laughter and he'd frozen completely in an effort to get a hold of himself. That probably gave it away that he was just about dying of amusement.

Yep. That was a new one. He couldn't say he'd ever been asked that before!

He was still struggling not to chuckle--though by then he was trying to mask this fact by raking his claws down Lune's sides--when Lune gripped his shoulders and pushed him up. Lune, who looked a little flushed, maybe even a little peeved--which made him look irresistably cute and sexy at the same time, though Kyran would never say that. Poor puppy. He didn't seem to know what to do or how to react--hell, moments ago he'd even covered his face so as not to gasp, and that had also amused him, though perhaps not as much as the question. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that Lune knew good and well what he was doing earlier, Kyran might have easily mistook him for a virgin now--which would have also been awesome, because breaking them in was something of a shameless hobby, ahem. Maybe it was just because Lune was so used to being the big bad alpha male.

Interesting...

Grinning rougishly and shaking his head, Kyran regarded Lune for a moment through hodded eyes, supporting himself on one hand while the other rested on Lune's belly. He flexed his fingers against his stomach, alternately sheathing and unsheathing his claws against his skin before dragging those claws across the flesh down toward his hips, hard but not enough to make him bleed. "Why? Because..." He leaned forward then to give Lune a rough, open-mouthed kiss on the lips, tongue slipping past that barrier to curl around Lune's. Hmm...coffee-flavored Lune! And it tasted way better on the werewolf than it did in the cup, too! Biting down on his bottom lip with his fangs before he ended the kiss, he smiled and continued. "Because you taste good...and I like your scars. And...I love hearing you gasp," he decided to add.

He was about to dip his head and repeat the process, too, just to be a bastard like that (he wasn't into torture unless you counted in the bedroom) as Lune released his shoulders and clutched the sheets, but that was when Lune thrust his hips up. Kyran gasped and reflexively moved back down against him before gripping his hips tightly to hold him still. His claws pressed lightly into the skin, holding him like a cat might hold a mouse it was playing with--carefully so as not to puncture skin, but hard enough so said mouse knew they were there. Oh? What was this? Lune was demanding him to hurry up? Wow...did he sense...impatience?

Oh man. Lune probably should have never said that, should have never let out that bit of information. Because now Kyran was going to have even more fun with this. He might be an incubus, but he was only a half-breed. A full one might just cut to the chase (not to mention a full one would probably be draining Lune dead right about now) but Kyran rather enjoyed toying with his prey once he finally caught it. And, since Lune had been so adamant earlier about being "alpha male", do you think Kyran was going to let this slide? Oh hell no. He was going to rub it in, damn it! Take no prisoners, indeed.

Gazing up at Lune's face innocently--Poor, poor Lune...he looked almost like he was in pain, eyes shut and lips pursed--he laughed softly and bit the other side of Lune's neck, giving the sensitive spot the same treatment he had given the opposite side. It was then that one hand lifted from Lune's hips to finally slip between his thighs, fingers lightly brushing against the spot that he'd once deliberately ignored, but still not giving it the proper attention it needed. His other hand continued to firmly grip Lune in an attempt to hold him still. "You have some place to go?" he asked huskily, a near purr, breathing against his ear before laving at the earlobe gently. "We can stop if you like...you know...if it's that urgent..."

Of course, this was said as he stroked firmly along Lune's "happy place", so chances were, he would probably be very unhappy if Kyran suddenly decided to stop and leave him sexually frustrated. With a smile, he moved his hand away from Lune's groin and, just to be evil, flicked his tongue against a nipple. [HAH! Part one of the goose = complete!] "Tell me what you want me to do to you. Nicely..." Take no prisoners, indeed. He fully intended on getting Lune to at least spell it out for him, if not beg.

Then he lowered his head to kiss Lune's belly, tongue teasing inside his belly-button while his other hand moved from the werewolf's hip. Pressing both hands to Lune's sides, he raked his claws down his sides again. And then he jolted a little when a thin line of blood was left in their wake, one nail having pressed a little too hard. Shifting, he quickly ran his tongue along the shallow wound to lap up the blood apologetically, and to make up for it even more, he slipped down even farther to press his lips against the inside of one thigh.

[HAH! I did the goose. o__o You're evil. Aaand...I wasn't sure if you meant Lune was holding his own hair or Kyran's, sooo...I didn't write it, but...yeah! Feel free to assume it's there! XD]

[Anonymous]

Sure he had a place to go; metaphorically speaking it was ‘over the edge’ but, damn Kyran and his taking so long to get there! Lune closed his eyes and to get it off of his mind, if he didn’t think of where Kyrans hands were, they couldn’t bother him! So, Lune decided to think about the chess, no wait! The coffee. The coffee that led to it all, the coffee that was getting cold all the way there across the room, the very coffee he had poured from the coffee pot not even twenty minutes before. Didn’t Kyran say he was tired? And did he just ask a question or did was that a Lune whimper? No, it was Kyran talking, what did he say? Somewhere to go? Lune pressed the palm of his hands to his eyes and quietly whimpered, which Kyran should probably take as a no, not physically, no. Well, maybe physically, just not in the ‘I’m here! Now I am over here!� sense, which suited Lune just fine, because the only place he was going to move anytime soon would probably be farther on the bed.

The comfy, comfy bed, which was also getting cold, or, maybe the window was open. The possibly open window that was making the coffee cold as well as the bed… And making both of them a little hotter because of the cold, and because the caffeine in the coffee woke them enough up to do what they meant to do but didn’t do yesterday. Though, Yesterday, if Kyran hadn’t started the whole mess, Lune would be playing with Kyran and making him moan and whimper, not the other way around. The bastards.

It was official, two horny young men shouldn’t drink coffee in the morning if they slept together naked. Unless they did the deed the night before, other than that, Lune was never going to get coffee for Kyran again, because it would probably mean for ever more ‘You first,’ grin included. Lune moved his hands from his eyes and lightly brushed it through Kyrans hair while he licked at his ear. Hard to believe to Lune that he had spoke only seconds before and he had used up all his coffee ideas, mentally he groaned and began looking for new pointless things to think of. Of course, that was until Kyran all but told him to spell out what he wanted, Lune nearly squeaked but it just came out as a slightly high pitched almost dog-whine because he didn’t quite have those vocal abilities. Though, this would have been violent for Kyran if he hadn’t said ‘nicely’ because Lune wasn’t feeling too nice at the moment.

â€?You <I>bastard</I>, you know exactly what I want you to do… And if I have to spâ€"ah!â€?

Lune didn’t really notice the cut, but, he did notice the tongue that licked the cut that had tasted the now cold coffee from the open window that was making the bed cold which was making them warm one another up more and that made Lune gasp and jerk his hips. Gods. Lunes hands as low to Kyrans body as they could go and pulled him closer, needing the physical contact, or he’d just jump on his or something. Pushing his head into the bed and letting out a slight groan while Kyran kissed his thigh. What was this guy? Some kind of weird Sex demon!? With Lunes luck, since Kyran hadn’t told him what he was yet, besides the markings on his face almost but no quiet giving away the fact he was a demon.

Back to the point, there was no way in hell Lune was going to spell it out to Kyran, sure he was being submissive, but this was getting ridiculous! Pretty soon, Lune would be so flushed in the face his nose will bleed or something, maybe, with any luck, his head would explode and then Kyran would have no pretty werewolf boy to play with. Though, the chances of that were as slim as that coffee still being warm and Kyran cutting to the damned chase! Since a certain someone’s head was so close to a certain someone’s certain part, Lune, who finally caved, not really able to keep such an array of emotions in his feeble head. A gust of cold wind brushed his chest, given Lune the goose bumps, which also made his shiver because his chest was still wet from Kyrans tongue. Moving his hips again, Lune growled slightly in annoyance, though they were still the good growlies.

�Kyran, <I>Please</I>.� Quick! Think of Something Kyran would cut to the chase for! �Your coffee’ll get,� a little moan was inserted hear for Kyrans sake, “cold.�

Though, a horny werewolf was probably more interesting than slowly cooling coffee due to the open window, which was slowly cooling Lune down too. Well, physically his chest was rather cold, but mentally, he was feeling rather ‘hot’.

((OOC: Ask no questions… ))

[Rhindeer]

[Ahahah...no worries, not asking! XP]

That was true, Kyran did know exactly what Lune wanted, but that was the point! He was a big, tough, evil demon after all (yeah, right) which meant he was also a sadistic bastard who rather enjoyed Lune's whimpering, whines, and moans. Now, the only thing that would truly suck (in a metaphorical sense, that is) was if in the future Lune decided to use his own tactics against him some day. That would not be cool. If that happened, he'd probably be reacting in much the same way as Lune, only by now he probably would have said "screw this!" and flipped Lune over to take matters into his own...hands? Something like that. Well, he would try, at least, though it might not work out so hot since of the two Lune had the stronger build, but, hey, he had other tactics he could employ, too, in a pinch! He was a cheater like that. So hah! Even when he was "going second" he was never submissive. Nope. Not him.

In any case, Kyran immensely enjoyed the pitiful little dog-whine Lune gave when he asked him to spell it out for him--aha, Lune didn't seem so bent on remaining silent anymore! Bwaha--and he couldn't help but chuckle quietly at his exclamation, which was cut off by a gasp as he licked his cut and a groan as he kissed his thigh, followed by Lune jerking his hips and attempting to pull him closer. Stubbornly, Kyran resisted that attempt and remained where he was, kneeling between Lune's knees with his lips against the inside of his leg.

Oh, he loved close contact, skin against skin and all that, to pieces, but they'd get there soon enough, when he was good and ready to get there. And then, after that, there'd be even more close contact with the cuddling! And Kyran loved cuddling. Damn, his other half must have been some sort of weird cat demon or something, given he was nocturnal, liked sleeping, loved cuddling, and liked being the big, bad predator. Hm. Anyway, that was for the near future! Right now, Kyran just wasn't done yet--he still had some certain business to attend to--so Lune could be patient and wait, not that he thought he'd mind too much, really! Or, of course, he could go without. Because as long as Kyran was in charge, they were going to go about this his way!

Which meant that he should also probably make good and sure that Lune never got him into this sort of position, because the payback would probably be bad. In a good way. But still bad.

Since Lune's reaction to just a simple kiss along the inside of his leg had been so great, he continued with the torment by trailing his tongue along the blue markings he so adored--starting with the one lowest on his thigh and working his way up while gently gripping his thighs for support. Ah...markings and scars. It was somewhat tempting to add his own marking to Lune's thighs, but he'd only cut him by accident--even though he hadn't seemed to mind that...hmm--so he wasn't sure he would appreciate that. Anyway, just like the scar on Lune's chest, he was especially fascinated with these marks because they were in an especially interesting area, and they all seemed to point to the one spot he'd been mostly ignoring to drive his werewolf insane. He had just reached the upper marking, moistening it before breathing warmly on it, when Lune again moved his hips and growled.

Ahahaha!

This time, Kyran actually did burst out laughing before he could stop himself. Whoa! Lune was really grasping at straws now, wasn't he? And the "please"! Well, if that wasn't close to pleading, he didn't know what was! Coffee...maybe Lune really was losing it, which was always a good thing and ego booster if he could make his "victim" incoherent.

Raising his head to look over the flushed, growling, and whimpering werewolf beneath him, he gave a smug grin and leaned forward to whisper softly against Lune's mouth, lips brushing against his teasingly and words a soft growl, "Please what?"

Heh heh...he could have decided to be really cruel and wait for an answer while teasing Lune some more...and telling him that his own coffee was almost gone, anyway, so he didn't care--Lune could go get more coffee, anyway. And he was tempted to be even more cruel and force Lune to, indeed, spell it all out or beg some more, whichever came first...hell, who knew what else he could get Lune to say! But the poor pup had said "please" so nicely and pitifully and if he was desperate enough to use coffee as an excuse...well, alright, he'd cut him some slack this time. After all, he didn't want to make his head explode--or, at least, not that one--but, still, he let the question hang in the air for a few moments just to let Lune stew in it a little before he finally decided to show some mercy. "Fine, fine...since you asked so nicely..." And then, with a smirk and a wink, "And because I want my coffee..."

Finally kissing him on the lips, then the hollow of his throat, he pulled back to once again settle comfortably between Lune's legs and trailed a hand down his chest and stomach, over all the pretty scars and, smiling slyly, finished licking the final blue marking on his thigh. Lifting his head and giving a glance up toward Lune's face, he slipped one hand over the werewolf's thigh and then between to finally pay some attention to his neglected "happy place", gently but firmly grasping the base, stroking idly with his thumb. Then, without further ado, he decided to make good on one of the first things he'd said to Lune when he met him...you know...the whole eating reference.

Of course, he hadn't meant that literally! No! Teeth bad, especially when they were fangs, which meant being extra careful (and boy, had Kyran learned that the hard way ages ago, which was a story you never wanted to tell anyone you were doing this sort of thing to because then that story would forever be burned into their brain). Anyway, that aside, he continued watching Lune as he flicked out his tongue, first running it up his length lightly before running it over the tip, planting a gentle kiss there. Still watching, he dipped his head a little so he could take him into his mouth and close his lips around the head firmly, tongue caressing along the sensitive underbelly as he applied gentle suction. Mindful of his teeth, he gradually moved his head in a small, circular motion, releasing his hold on Lune once before recapturing him and repeating the process.

Well...so maybe he lied. He hadn't cut to the chase yet and was still being pretty evil. But hey! He wasn't ignoring Little Lune (LL!) anymore, so maybe that would make him a bit less cranky! Kyran would have smirked if he was able to, but since he was sort of occupied, he couldn't. So, he just kept up the rhythm he'd worked himself into for a little longer, massaging with his lips as much as his tongue, though not for  too long--Lune wasn't getting off the hook yet, after all--before, slowly, he released his hold on Lune and licked his lips, though he still firmly gripped him in one hand. He puffed a warm breath of air onto "Little Lune" playfully before gazing over at the werewolf.

Well...looked like it was time to drop a word bomb that would probably, judging by the poor guy's earlier responses, embarrass the hell out of him. "Have anything we can use?" he asked, breath slightly stilted and his own face a little flushed--though not with embarrassment. If Lune didn't know what he meant, he had no problem going into greater detail, even going so far as to name off options. Of course, Kyran had nothing because his crap had been stolen, so...anyway, maybe it was a bit random to ask, but it was good to find out, too! And besides...it would be fun to see him blush even more.

Smirking finally, he lowered his head again to get back to "business", deciding he might as well while he was waiting. Wasn't like he minded at all; he rather had fun with it, and besides, he decided it would be funny to hear Lune try and talk during this. Maybe he'd whimper again.

Or...get pissed. Heh. Which would be just as cute.

[Anonymous]

Since this particular thing was rather new to the blue striped werewolf, all Lune could do was keep as still as possible on the bed and try not to pant too loudly. Suddenly, Lune remembered Kyran’s comment the day before about eating people, call Lune dense, but he probably just got it. Several times, Lune brushed the top of Kyrans head while he… Played… With ‘Little Lune’ and then quickly moved his hands to his chest. That was probably the safest place for them right now, right? There was a good chance that in some creepy places on some side of this weird planet, this was torture, because while it was all fun and games for Kyran, who seemed to be enjoying himself, Lune was about to just… Take matters into his own hands…

Then, it stopped and Lune lifted his head slightly to look down at Kyran. Though Kyrans face was flushed, it was probably like that for reasons much different from Lunes, which made Lunes eyebrow twitch. The blue marks were even bluer against his reddened cheek and he groaned and pressed his head into the bed with the puff of hot air. The werewolf pressed his hands to his face and moaned out unintelligible words but the word ‘bastard’ would have been caught by keen ears, which would hopefully be Kyrans. Then, he spoke, the bastard actually one-upped him and spoke, which Lune was practically incapable of at the current moment because he was still trying not to breath too loudly…

Use? For wh-Oh… Lune’s face, which was already red, didn’t get any redder, but if Kyran didn’t just have an oral get together with Little Lune, he’d have probably gone a lovely shade equivalent to ‘beet’ red. Did Lune have anything to ‘use’? There was the oil stuff he put on the nasty scar on his side, keep it from getting re-opened when he fought, which it did when he got tossed off that cliff. Luckily for Lune he healed a tad faster then humans and it only took a day or so to heal completely except for fact it was still weak skin. So, would that work? Lune, who was lost in thought and not having his mind on the distraction further down south, whimpered and thrust his hips up subconsciously before he really caught on that that probably wasn’t the nicest thing to do. Biting back a breath, Lune sat up slightly, grabbed Kyrans head and yanked him up. The werewolf, who was panting, ran his thumbs over Kyrans lips and closed his eyes.

�S-s-stop, please, oh gods, please stop… I can’t…�

Lune pressed his forehead to Kyrans then moved his hand and pointed at the desk thing that had the mirror and the water basin. Slightly and with almost shaking hands, Lune moved Kyrans head to look in the direction that Lune was pointing towards, that oil stuff they can ‘use’. Then, the werewolf flopped back onto the bed, his arms behind above his head and his eyes closed, his cheek between his teeth and his breath kept in his lungs. The reason Lune was more or less panting was because of two things, he’d been holding his breath on and off and Kyran made him do it.

If the coffee wasn’t cold a minute ago, it was now, but, was that good or bad? Because now Kyran had nothing to lure him away from Lunes waist, hopefully, when they were done, they’d be allowed to nap.

[Rhindeer]

So, there Kyran was, having a good ole time teasing Lune, quite enjoying his pretty werewolf's responses. Poor guy, he didn't think it was possible to get any redder, and Kyran loved Lune's labored panting--even if he wished he wouldn't be so restrained--and the way he didn't seem to know what to do with his hands. Apparently, his speech abilities were also incapacitated because he wasn't getting an answer to his question...but, that was fine! Even if Lune didn't have anything, there were "natural" remedies to that, and he didn't think Lune would really mind at least one of those options; Kyran knew he had no qualms about it because, hell, he liked pleasuring people even if he also enjoyed driving them insane in the process. Well, fine. If Lune wouldn't grace him with an answer, he'd just go with plan B so, with that in mind, he switched gears from merely teasing to--

Ack! Lune whimpered and thrust his hips up unexpectedly, and Kyran's gag reflex kicked into high gear. Which resulted in him making a rather unflattering hacking sound as his airway was blocked and he was choked, and he quickly reached up with his free hand to press down on Lune's belly to hold him still. Just in case his lovely gagging sound-effects weren't enough to let Lune know that was less than nice, Kyran shot the werewolf a disapproving glare after he'd corrected his position and cleared his airway. Yep. That should get the point across well enough. Fortunately, this wasn't the first nor likely the last time something like this would happen, and he'd learned to take it as a compliment, because, you know, bucking in response was an indication that he was doing something right; really, it wasn't Lune's fault, reactions could sometimes be spastic like that, but...damn...

Despite the brief glare, Kyran had gone from slightly flushed to beet red himself, though it wasn't due to air deprivation. Gah...damned gag reflex, that was always bloody embarrassing! Glancing up at Lune, he made a quick attempt to save face (so to speak) by falling right back into the rhythm he'd created before his unfortunate incident.

And he was, once again, dangerously thwarted. Because that was when Lune suddenly sat up, grabbed his head, and yanked upwards. Bloody hells!

"Lune!" Kyran gasped, eyes wide with horror. Dear Gods, did Lune even know what he almost did! Damn pup was lucky Kyran was so careful, otherwise...well...that could have ended very badly for Little Lune, indeed. You did not do that when someone was down there! Especially when that someone had some very, very sharp fangs! Luckily for Lune, as soon as Kyran felt Lune start to pull, he quickly opened his mouth and released, and luckily for Lune, he'd seen the werewolf sit up and hadn't been startled. Because when he got startled, he tended to tense. Which meant he also tensed his jaw. Which meant he very well could have bitten, or that at the very least Lune could have forced his very sharp fangs to scrape against a very sensitive place which, unless Lune was a serious masochist, was an event that could only end in tears.

Panting softly from panic, it soon became obvious that none of the above had happened and that, thankfully, Lune was unharmed, because the werewolf was stroking his lips with his thumbs and pressing his forehead against his. And...heh...the words he panted were just great. The fact that he was begging almost made up for scaring the bloody hell out of him! Breathing heavily with a mixture of lust and the aftereffects of shock, he couldn't help but offer up a triumphant grin. Aw...the mighty werewolf was whimpering and begging. And here Kyran would have thought it would have taken a lot more to reduce him to this.

He gave a soft, breathy chuckle and kissed Lune's hands. "Alright, alright, calm down, pup. By the way...don't you ever do that again! I could have taken a chunk of you with me, you kno--mm?" Blinking as Lune turned his head toward the nightstand before flopping back over, it took him a few moments to realize why the hell the werewolf wanted him to look at it. Click! So, this was some sort of delayed answer to the question he'd asked.

Aw...all the way over on the nightstand...?

Planting an open-mouthed kiss over Lune's bellybutton, he slid his own lithe body along Lune's, deliberately pressing his hips into Lune's in the process, and ended up reaching over the werewolf in order to grab the jar of...whatever the hell it was without actually leaving the bed. It took a few attempts, but he finally managed to snatch it up and, his own chest pressing comfortably against Lune's, he proceeded to pop the lid and examine the stuff. "The hell is this...?" he asked, sitting up and dipping his fingers in it experimentally. Some kind of oil...bah, whatever, it'd do, and he wouldn't be asking why Lune had it on him.

Just in case Lune didn't catch that he was just thinking out loud and didn't really want an answer, he smirked, shifted his body to support himself better, and dipped his head, pressing his lips hard against Lune's and running his tongue along his lips teasingly. And, to take his mind even more thoroughly off of much of anything else, he slipped his oil-slicked fingers between Lune's legs, soon locating the spot he was looking for and massaging gentle circles along it. Gently, carefully, he finally slid that finger inside him and crooked it, knowing well the feel of the spot he was aiming for and watching Lune's face to gauge his reactions. Nipping Lune's throat, he slipped in another, allowing him to adjust and also simply teasing, making sure he pressed against that much coveted area as he gently worked his fingers inside him.

After that, it was simply a matter of withdrawing his fingers and applying the oil to himself. Shifting, he ran his hands along the insides of Lune's thighs before sliding them along his hips. Nuzzling Lune's neck, he pressed his lips lightly to the pulse point. "Tell me if I hurt you," he murmured breathlessly, kissing his shoulder, biting lightly, before recapturing his lips and slipping his tongue into his mouth...

...

"Luuuuuuniiiiiieee! Precious puuuuuppyyyy! Wakey-wakey!" Kyran sang out cheerfully, landing hard on the bed after taking a flying, running leap onto it for maximum disturbance. Bouncing on the mattress, he grinned maliciously and crawled across the bed before plopping down onto what he figured was Lune's stomach--hard, aiming to knock the wind out of him. Still grinning toothily, he leaned in close to Lune's face, flicked him once across the nose with a finger, and blew a steady stream of air into his face. And it wasn't the sexy little puffs he'd done during their "session", oh no. He really put his lungs into this. Then, turning, he directed that stream of air straight into Lune's ear with enough force to give the impression that he was in a wind tunnel.

Oh yes. He was most definitely getting his revenge right now.

"Aww, c'mon! What's the matter? Is the puppy sleeeepy?" he asked sweetly, then  proceeded to grab the covers and yank them down to Lune's waist before sitting down on said covers. "I got you coffee! Nice, hot coffee! Get up and drink some!" Bending down, he proceeded to sloppily lick Lune's chest before blowing on that, as well, for maximum freeze-out factor! "C'mon! Hurry up! It'll get cold! And we wouldn't want that! You were so worried about the coffee getting cold earlier, so come on, there's no time to waste! Hurry up, slow-poke!" And, just to be even more annoying, he started bouncing on Lune's stomach.

Yes. He was in quite the cheery mood right now though, granted, he would never in his life do something like this unless he was trying to be as unforgivingly irritating as he could possibly be. Bwaha. He'd had some fun, gotten a nice nap afterward, and, lo and behold, he woke up first this time! So, it was payback time! No way he was going to let Lune sleep in, no matter how cute and adorable and peaceful he looked now. Ah, what could he say, he was part sex demon. He didn't need a long recovery time! He did like sleep, though, which was why he slept as long as he had. Sleep was good.

But, he'd gotten enough of it! And since he was awake, everyone needed to be!

Yep, he'd also gone out to get coffee, and the poor front desk lady was probably really happy to be working here because Kyran had been too lazy to throw on clothes. Hey, he'd noticed Lune hadn't been wearing any...so, he assumed he'd gotten coffee in the buff, too. Couldn't hurt, it'd be fun to see her reaction.

And...it had been an amusing one, too, given there had also been a couple checking out at the time, a woman and a man.

Ah, yes. Much hilarity. Neither one seemed like they knew what to do, and Kyran simply feigned innocence and walked like he was fully clothed. Which wasn't difficult for him to do, because he was all-too comfortable in his own skin.

Now he was here, tormenting Lune some more!

Apparently, he liked to torture Lune.

"If you don't get up, I'll drink it for you, and then I'll never leave you alone!" he threatened with a smirk, shaking Lune some more before resorting to tickling him under the arms. Heh...maybe he'd already had way too much coffee...

Yes, it was official. Kyran should stay away from caffeine.

[Anonymous]

So, this was what it was like to get woken up from a lovely warm, cuddly sleep. Sure, Kyran getting out of the bed made him wake up momentarily, but, he just curled up and fell asleep again, the dull ache in his lower back only keeping him from curling his legs any higher. Lune, who was now on his back, was in the haze of sleep when Kyran came back into the room, and bounced on the bed and made a big obnoxious annoyance of himself. Well, Lune had said sorry in the most original and convincing way he could think of, so, even if the dull ache was slowly blooming into a full out throbbing, it was okay, because Lune didn’t feel guilty anymore. But man did his ass hurt. Lune winced and cried out when Kyran jumped on his middle and then groaned and bent his knees up, his eyebrows drawn together and his face pulled tight.

Lune could only think of one word for a moment like this…

Ow.

Lune kept his eyes closed, not wanting to face a new day that involved walking. Lune didn’t really want to walk. Nope, not him. The werewolf moved his hand to put it over his ear to block out the wind tunnel effect that Kyran was performing on him. Lune then whimpered feebly when Kyran pulled off the covers and licked his chest and began to blow on that, goose flesh sprang up everywhere on his upper body. And then Lune couldn’t help but whimper when he began to bounce up and down, every movement made his body scream ‘owwie’ and then Lune whimpered again. He didn’t care how careful Kyran had been Lune was in pain and he quickly cracked his eyes open and bit back a puppyish whimper. Sure, Lune had heard everything, even the coffee comments. Lune, whose eyes were now open and glaring levelly at Kyran, his hands on Kyrans warm chest trying to get him to stop bouncing.

�Kyran, for get about the damned coffee, I’m awake now, and probably never want to be around you when you’re on caffeine again.�

Lune shimmied up, though it cost him and he winced before leaning against the pillows and sighing, giving another leveling glare at Kyran. He crossed his arms around his middle and closed his eyes for a moment. Remembering, it was certainly knew, a first for Lune being a ‘second’ and he didn’t except to be this uncomfortable, Kyran had been careful and before he knew it was moaning and groaning and carrying on. Lunes mismatched eyes looked towards the window; it was early noon, maybe three. Which meant, they’d been playing around for at least an hour before getting down to business and then falling asleep.

He had liked the sleep, really. But the wake up call was rather familiar and instantly wished he hadn’t woken up Kyran like that, because then that would me Kyran wouldn’t have done that to Lune, ah well, time to poke and prod Kyran. Lune gave Kyran a measuring look before really crossing his arms across his chest and glaring into his eyes.

�Me ass hurts, and its all your fault.�

If Kyran said ‘kiss it to make it better’ he was going to whack his head against the wall and leave. No way it hell he would let Kyran that far down south ever again. Never. Ever. Though, the quick momentary yelp at him when he forcibly removed his favorite demon from playing with Little Lune would forever be etched into his head, and why it was bad to have sharp fanged men down there with it.

But really, it was all Kyrans fault. Well, partly, the other half was Lunes fault for letting him.

�I’m serious, my back aches too.� It pained him to say it but he had too, “Its not always like this, is it?�

[Rhindeer]

Poor Lune didn't seem to like it very much when <I>he was the one being tortured awake but, hey, who did? And Kyran didn't feel at all guilty for rudely awakening his sleeping puppy in the most obnoxious way that he could think of both because it was revenge and because, well, hopefully it would discourage him from doing it in the future. Then again...doing this just might be setting himself up to get tortured awake in an even worse manner which, of course, would mean he would have to get revenge again, and then it would just be one big, ugly cycle that would never end and they'd both end up sleep deprived and cranky! But, for now, he was guilt free and having fun rousing Lune, interpretting his whimpers as noises of protest and annoyance and not the sounds of pain that they really were.

He did stop bouncing on Lune's stomach when the werewolf put his hands on his chest, and he stopped trying to tickle him, as well, as Lune finally opened his eyes to glare up at him. Oh yes, he was awake now, and probably looked about as happy as Kyran had when he'd been jolted awake.

Kyran laughed cheerfully at Lune's caffeine comment and ruffled his hair. "Ahaha...pup, this is nothing; I've only had two cups!" he informed him with a grin, finally rolling off of Lune to stretch out on his side beside him comfortably, leaning against the pillows and plucking at the sheets in fidgety sort of way. Yes. Caffeine was bad when it was ingested by someone who already had way too much energy half the time--once they finally woke up, at least--especially when that person wasn't a human and foreign substances, like caffeine and alcohol, went right through their bloodstream. Now, Kyran was just plain hyper, giddy almost, though giddy sounded like the wrong word because it was so...girly. Whatever, he was content and energetic and the caffeine had gone straight to his head; one more cup and he'd probably be completely buzzed with the jitters and everything. Gods, he loved that stuff.

"I won't forget about it; how can you forget about it? You sound like you need more," he observed with a nod, smirking. Hey, it was all Lune's fault! Lune was the one who brought the coffee in the first place, so it was his fault he was caffeinated to begin with! Now he'd just have to live with the consequences until it wore off. "I'll get it for you, just wait right here." And he had just begun to sit up and was about ready to hop out of bed and fetch Lune's mug for him--maybe it'd snap him out of his cranky, angry-faced mood, because it always worked for Kyran!--but that was when Lune shimmied up and winced, sighing and glaring at him. You know, just generally looking very, very miffed. And...wincing?

It soon became apparent why.

Oh. Right. Heh. Oops?

Still sitting up, he scooted back a little until he was resting back against the headboard and gazed into Lune's face, trying not to look too amused, though his lip twitched a little. "All my fault? Hey, it takes two, Lune, and you're the one that rolled over," he stated calmly with a little teasing smile. Then he suddenly blinked and glanced toward the ceiling thoughtfully. "Well...actually, it can take more than two..." He quickly shook his head to dismiss the thought--ah, good times, good times--and cleared his throat, tilting his head slightly as he regarded Lune more seriously.

"Anyway, ah...it's not supposed to hurt, you know...not in a bad way, at least. It doesn't hurt badly, does it? I told you to tell me if it hurt." He gave a slight sigh and a small frown, his voice carrying a hint of concern. Gah...if they didn't say anything, it was kind of hard to tell if those were moans and groans of pleasure or of pain; the two sometimes sounded remarkably alike, to say the least, and Kyran wasn't into really harming his partner. After all, there were two types of aches: the good, happy kind, and the bad, sad kind. He wasn't keen on the latter, and with Lune acting all grumpy and achy, truth be told he was concerned that the experience had been unpleasant or something. He'd seemed like he had been having fun--Kyran knew he had!--and he'd done his damnedest to ensure it, but you never knew...

Slipping one hand between Lune's back and the pillows, he slid it down along the werewolf's spine and kneaded gently against Lune's lower back as he went on to answer his question casually, just as though he were talking about the current climate and expected forecast and not about, well, sex. It was probably a bit more information than Lune needed, but he had a penchant for that. "And no...it's not always like this. You just need to relax more, and as for the back issue, well, if you're not used to being on your back, you can always bottom from the top--" He paused, his hand also going still, and tilted his head to the other side, still looking into Lune's mismatched eyes. He liked those eyes; they were unique like much of the rest of Lune...which reminded him, he still needed to ask him about his hair. He really could have sworn it had been pink. Later, later. "Wait...you've never done that before, have you?"

Well, that's what he was gathering. Otherwise, well...why else would Lune ask that? He should have known what to expect, otherwise. Aha! A technical virgin! Kyran couldn't help the small grin--come on, there was some weird sort of egotism that came with being the first!--but there was no way he was going to impart that thought onto Lune! Well...not right now. Probably in a few minutes when Lune didn't look so cranky and he wasn't so worried that he'd hurt him in a bad way. Then after that was cleared away, he'd just have to tease the hell out of him.

Massaging his back again one-handedly, he leaned over to kiss Lune on the cheek then tapped him on the shoulder with his free hand. "Turn your back. I can help with that, at least," he instructed firmly, and then chuckled quietly. "...Or I can always kiss it and make it better."

Of course, he wasn't aware of Lune's head-bashing thought, or that he was treading on dangerous ground there.

Not that he'd really want to kiss it better right now. Lune stank, actually. Come to think of it, they were both kind of gross and sticky, which...gah. Kyran twitched. Ew. The afterglow had faded, the coffee had kicked on, and now...well, truth be told, now that he'd gotten his fix all he wanted to do was what he'd wanted to do since yesterday (aside from certain obvious hormonal impulses, that is) which was take a bath and get clean. The scratches on his cheek, leg, and arms were by now pretty much healed--just like scars faded with time, he healed pretty fast if it was a minor wound--and the welts Lune had given him were long gone, but...yeah. If he went any longer feeling gross he'd go insane.

[Read over it, realized it sucked ('tis proof that I should never write posts when I feel crappy XD) and tried to fix stuff. ^^;; Guh.]

[Anonymous]

Lune shook his head, smirking slightly while Kyran bounced around like a seven year old. Kyran would never be allowed near any coffee Lune made, which could wake up a giant with just a drop. Damn guy would be like a rubber band that can bounce off everything, and did bounce off everything and hit as many people as physically possible. Lune then looked at his hands, then hid them quickly. Coffee could wait, and so could the back rub, which he will eventually get from Kyran even if his back didn’t hurt anymore. A side glare towards Kyran told the half-incubus all he needed to know in the ‘first time’ department, which was a rough yes. An amused look crossed Lunes face while he got ‘how to make it better’ lesson and that quickly changed to a slight look of pleasure when Kyran went about the lovely kneading of the sore muscles.

Though, that quickly changed into another glare at the 'kiss it to make it better' comment, damn, Lunes face probably looked like oil would on water, ever changing from one form to another. Of course, then Lune noticed the same thing Kyran did, the stench. It was a mix of musk and blood from Kyrans scratches, at least that's what Lune convinced himself it was from, and of course the feeling of the 'stickies' which will go further unnamed. Lune rolled his neck, keeping from putting his hand on the back of his neck to get out any tense muscles there, too. A side mismatched glance towards Kyran and he sat up, crawled across the bed and went to his coffee, not answering Kyrans words for the time being. The first slurp was lovely and he looked himself over and sighed, Yup, a bath would be good. Lune looked at Kyran for a moment, not really recalling anything if he liked being clean or not, but, decided to make him have a bath too.

Mismatched eyes looked around on the ground for pants, preferablly his own pants but, any pants would be fine, and a shirt, he'd need a shirt too. Once he found his clothing, excluding the shoes, he put them on and went down stairs for about ten minutes before coming back up with two large jugs of steaming water. Getting the door open was a fun task, but he managed to do it without too much trouble. Putting the jugs of water on the table beside the coffee cups, Lune looking around momentarily for the metal tub thing the lady said was here, then he decided to look under the bed. Ah ha!

Lune stuck his top half down under the bed before latching his hands onto the metal tub and slid it from under the bed, eh, it wasn't too big, and didn't look like it'd fit two full grown male bodies, at least... It wouldn't if they were apart from one another, all huddled and squished together it might fit two people. Lune gave a sizing glace towards Kyran, a once over of himself then looked at the tub. Hmm. Finally running is rather dirty hand through his brown floppy hair, Lune took off his shirt before clearing a space around the metal tub with his bare foot, so that none of the stuff on the ground, like clothing, would get wet if someone splashed. Lifting the jugs of hot water, Lune slowly poured one and then the other in, getting it about half full before sitting on the bed and looking at Kyran.

"Hop in, Pookie, I'll wash your back and your hair, then you can do me..." It took him a moment to grasp the full meaning of what he said, then, Lune added sarcasticly, "Wait, you've already done that, you can wash my back and help with my hair."

A wide, fanged grin was given and Lune leaned back on the bed, his pants undone but still on. His mismatched eyes took a colourless sweep of the room and decided it was a mess and needed to be cleaned up before he left with his belongings, which reminded him of soap. And that oil for his scar, while its other use would be in his memory until the day he died, the main use for it was still prominant and probably needed sooner than later. Lune lightly ran his hand over the pink scars on his side, they were tender, a quick side glance towards Kyran before he went and got the soap out of his bag, which was somewhere that Lune had to bend over to get. Tossing out the soap behind him, onto the floor beside the metal tub, Lune sat behind the tub, topless and his brown pants still undone, waiting for Kyran to sit in the tub of lovely hot water.

((OOC: x____x Excuse all suckage, I didn't re-read and I don't have a spell check and yeah >_> I'm sick, and It's late! and I'm going to keep coming up with excuses until I can't think of anymore because of how bad this is ...

hope there's enough to reply too! ^__^))

[Rhindeer]

[*bops* It was excellent, silly! XP I think being sick makes everything look bad. Ahaha!]

Kyran could only shake his head and snicker quietly at Lune, who couldn't seem to stick to one facial expression. Mainly, though, he seemed to be favoring glares, because Kyran had received one hell of a lot of those since waking up. Ah well, those expressions gave him all the answers he needed even when Lune wouldn't speak them out loud.

When Lune suddenly got up and got dressed, Kyran couldn't help but blink. What was he...? Was he leaving? And without a word, too. That would be rude, and if that was the case, Kyran certainly wasn't going to let him get away with it, especially after he'd decided he liked him enough to be claimed by and also claim him. Yet Lune didn't put on his shoes and he also left his bag, so...ah. That wasn't it. Though, he couldn't really think of why he'd just up and leave, anyway. Hm. Maybe he was going to get more coffee. Yes. Coffee. Lovely, wonderful, rich, dark coffee. Though, if that was the case, Lune probably wouldn't bring him any given what he'd said. Which would suck. Which just meant he'd have to steal his! Hah! Addicted? Never!

Or...maybe he was going to get food! Yeah. Food would be nice. Truth be told, he was pretty hungry; it was just easy to ignore hunger pangs when other things had your attention!

But, when Lune came back...oh, it was even better! Jugs of water! Hot water! Which could mean only one thing:

Bath time!

The thought of finally getting clean filled him with a sort of glee he would never express in words, and when Lune pulled out the tub and filled it, and then told him he could go first, yes, he was a happy camper, indeed. Though, it was a bit disappointing that it was too small to fit two. And--

Argh. Kyran flinched at the word "Pookie"--damnit, for a while there he'd been optimistic that Lune had forgotten about it--and tossed a glare his way as he scooted forward to sit on the edge of the bed. Irritated, he opened his mouth to repeat yet again (and he'd lost count already of how many times he'd said this) his request for Lune not to call him that, but he instead burst out laughing at Lune's slip. Do him? Again? Ahaha, well, he had no qualms about that at all even if the werewolf hadn't meant it that way, though he kind of was hungry, too--for real food, that is--and they'd already spent pretty much a whole day locked up in a room fooling around in one way or another. Hey, even Kyran liked to get out for a change of scenery, and even he had to eat. He couldn't survive off of coffee and Lune, and his stomach was rumbling at him for not feeding it. The last time he'd eaten was some time yesterday in the noon.

Grinning, he slipped out of bed and ruffled Lune's hair playfully as he passed by. "Alright, deal, puppy. And...don't worry. I'm too hungry to do you again yet," he said with a smirk, eager to finally get clean. "Er...for real food, I mean," he added. That, and of course the bath was first and foremost in his mind at the moment. He felt like a mess, which was only fun when you were doing something messy, but never afterwards. What could he say, he liked being tidy. Hell, even the state of the room as he finally took it in was starting to bug him...

So much so that, while Lune went on his search for soap, Kyran stooped to pick the discarded clothes up off the floor, which had been pushed out of the way out of the tub, and, out of habit, folded them and set them on the destroyed bed. His own clothes were now wrinkled beyond saving--as well as torn where the damned wereleopard guy had scratched him--but he shook them out nonetheless and set them out as neatly on the bed as he could; he'd need new ones when he got the money. Of course, he hadn't cared much about the state of his clothes last night because he had something of a one track mind when it came to certain things, but he could be annoyed about it now.

When he was satisfied, he glanced over at Lune in time to catch him rummaging through his bag, which meant he also got a nice view of his bottom, even if it was currently clothed. Bah. Oh well, clothed or not, it was still a lovely bottom, and he'd be sure to let Lune know that when it was his turn to wash Lune.

The soap finally found and the clothes all neat and tidy on the bed, Kyran was relieved to finally be able to step into clean, hot water, back facing Lune. It wasn't really his ideal way to bathe...he kind of preferred the bath house method of scrubbing and washing off before getting into the tub so you didn't end up sitting in your own dirt, and he also preferred a tub deep enough to be able to sit submerged up to your nose, but hey, beggars couldn't be choosers and it felt good nonetheless! Finally seated comfortably with the water sloshing around him, soothing his muscles, he cupped his hands to fill them with water and proceeded to wash his face as well as get the rest of his body wet, including his hair. He could never help but feel like something of a drowned cat whenever his hair was wet, just because it made his ears stick out. Usually, they were covered pretty well beneath his thick hair, but with his hair matted to his head and darkened with water, the pointed ears stuck out obviously.

Not yet using soap--as Lune had that--he held out an arm and started to work at scraping the dried blood off of his skin. Beneath that, the wound was long gone, leaving behind only a thin, pale scar that would fade in a few days. He admired it momentarily before, tossing a glance over his shoulder at Lune, he dipped his hand back in the water and flicked that water onto Lune's face. Hopefully Lune had a spare change of breeches, because unless he took them off, they'd probably get wet in the process. And then he'd probably end up walking around with a big wet water spot in them...Kyran grinned at the mental image and flicked a little more water at the werewolf.

"Well? Get washing. I don't wanna sit around in cold water," Kyran said, shivering a little as the water in his hair and on his upper body cooled along his skin, making goosebumps break out. And then, just because it was going to drive him nuts until he found out the answer, he just had to ask, "Hey, Lune, call me crazy, but was your hair always brown?" he finally blurted randomly, still watching him over his shoulder.

[Anonymous]

Currently, Lune didn’t give two flying fu… Two flying anything how Kyran liked to bathe, usually in wolf packs, the Alpha got to do everything first, which mean, technically since Lune was the ‘Alpha’ he should have taken a bath first… Than again, Lune was only sticky, while Kyran still had a bit of dried blood on his still. Lune raised a hand and lightly ran it over the pink scar on his side, than looked to the oil he usually put on it, the oil that Kyran used to… A shudder racked over his body and he clutched the soap in his hand, willing it to not flop out onto Kyrans lovely brown hair, which Lune would love to pull right now. Anyway, Lune watched the drowned cat for a moment before kneeling behind Kyran and noticing how his ears poked out of his wet hair. Almost made him look nothing like the ass-pirate that he was, almost… In fact, it made him look more approachable, which was a bad thing.

Kyran was Lune’s… At least until Lune got tired of the dominative brat, which didn’t look like it’d be anytime soon. The … Brat.

Letting out a heaving sigh, Lune put his hands in the water beside Kyran and got his hands wet before lathering the soap into Kyrans hair. Better than nothing, and Lune used it too, and his hair didn’t look too bad. Of course, Kyrans question about his hair colour caught him off guard. It wasn’t pink anymore? Lune, being himself of course, looked up going cross eyed in the process of trying to see what colour his hair was, which was pretty pointless before the werewolf was completely colour blind. Of course, when he pulled a piece of hair down he noticed the tinge was different, oh it was brown again… Lune moved his hands back to washing Kyrans hair before leaning over to look at the side of his face. “My hair was supposed to be pink yesterday, the stuff the lady gives me usually lasts for about a month, but I didn’t get any new stuff.� A small smile was tilted towards his cute little wet-cat who now had a well lathered head, which would do for now… Lune dunked his hands in the water, quickly said ‘close your eyes,’ to Kyran before dumping the water cupped in his hand over his Pookys head.

Ahehehe… Lune then forcefully pushed Kyran forward, this wasn’t leisure time, they had stuff to do today, and at least Lune did… And even if Kyran didn’t want things to do today, Lune was still going to drag him around, Lune was the bitch for the… Morning, which means he gets to make demands for the day. If he knew that that wouldn’t backfire, he’d make it a rule, because he knew, somewhere deep down, that Kyran would just want to curl up and sleep like that cat he looks like at the moment. Lune, being the evil doggy that he is, lightly flicked a pointed ear and grinned. “You know Kyran, you’re kind of cute with your ears poking out like that.�

Then, Lune turned around for another moment to get a washcloth, it was clean, and it just looked… Not all that lovely, what was one a rich blue was rather faded looking, but beggars can’t be choosers at least, that’s what Lune would say if Kyran complained. So, Lune turned back to his cute little Kitten, Pooky, and got the cloth soapy before vigorously washing Kyrans back, which Lune noticed to have slight crescent moon indents on it… still. Luke blinked his mismatched eyes twice before a light blush rose on his cheeks.

Well, he never told Kyran he didn’t like it, he just said that his ass hurt… That was different, right? Right. At least, that’s what Lune convinced himself.

Once the werewolf-boy was done with Kyrans back, he went and sat cross-legged on the bed before resting his head on his hand, which was attached to his elbow that was on his knee. His coffee was getting cold, ah well, the slight ache on his lower back was keeping him awake better than any caffeine could, which was both a good and a bad thing. Blinking curiously towards Kyran, he tilted his head and remembered that all he knew about Kyran was that he had a name, and the secrets to the universe on his cheeks. “What kind of demon are you?�

Sure the question was sudden, and he was watching Kyran bathe… He didn’t really care, it wasn’t like they didn’t get eyefuls of one another the night before and this morning. Though, water made his lower half look rather funny, ah well. Lune sat there, wearing his best puppy eyes, which he was very good at seeing how he was almost half-dog.

(OOC: I POSTED! >_< You owe me cookies... Now... Onto a hammered Yuuki... >_>)

[Rhindeer]

Even if this wasn't quite as great as taking a bath together, it was still fun! Well, to Kyran. There were few things better than getting your hair washed by someone else, and the feeling of Lune's fingers on his scalp made him want to either purr or fall asleep. Except...he didn't really purr, and he didn't want to drown, so he made sure to keep his eyes open even as his whole body relaxed completely. There were few things better than this right here, and he rather appreciated Lune's hands at the moment. Oh yes. He wasn't letting this one go. No way. He was keeping him around for a while.

His eyelids had begun to droop despite himself, but they snapped back open when Lune suddenly stopped, and he found himself wanting to butt his head against Lune's hands like a demanding cat. Somehow, he refrained and simply turned his head to glance back at his puppy, frowning. The werewolf looked pretty deep in thought...augh, he should have waited to ask the question! Really, couldn't Lune multi-task? He could keep scrubbing while he answered! Finally, Lune went back to washing his hair, and his muscles once again seemed to melt. He couldn't help it! He loved being, um, pet. Hopefully Lune wouldn't figure out this weakness and decide to exploit it; no one else had yet, because Kyran tended to come on hard and fast and dominating and take people off guard, which meant they tried to do the same to him in response--which just never worked. A simple massage or caressing, and he'd be done for--of course, that was his secret weakness.

"Mm...I see," Kyran responded languidly, repressing a lazy yawn. "Alright, so I wasn't going crazy. Good..." He easily complied and closed his eyes as instructed, a bit disappointed that the hair-washing had already come to an end, and held his breath as the water was dumped over his head.

Needless to say, he wasn't expecting to be shoved forward into the water.

Kyran jerked up spluttering, coughing and cursing, having gotten a nice mouthful and noseful of soapy water as a result, and he twisted around sharply to glare daggers at Lune. Except...he couldn't see Lune, because his hair was sticking to his face and covering his eyes like a curtain. Hastily, he reached up to part his hair so he could see, and coughed a few more times and rubbed his nose before he could speak. "You ass! The hell was that for?! The water's soapy, damnit!" he growled, on the verge of either punching Lune or splashing water at his face to see how he liked it! He controlled himself, though, and simply turned his back to the werewolf again, whipping his hair around in the process to at least spray him with some of that water. Well...all the soap was out of his hair, that was for sure. He gave a sniff and wiped some of the water out of his eyes. And then his back and shoulders stiffened when Lune flicked his ear.

Turning around slowly and cupping his ear with a hand, Kyran shot Lune a baleful look, which probably looked just pathetic on him at the moment. "I hate my ears," he informed Lune grumpily, which was true because he did feel like they stuck out a lot, which was why he hid them with his hair. Sulky, much? Yes. As could probably be seen by now, Kyran didn't take well to being jostled forcibly out of a relaxed, blissful state.

Luckily for Lune, that was easily remedied because Kyran was, as stated, a sucker for massages and the like. So when Lune went right to scrubbing his back vigorously, his sour mood instantly faded and he even arched his back a little in response, like a cat. He couldn't help it! He couldn't care less what the washcloth looked like, either, at the moment, and he could even forgive Lune for dunking him. Luckily for Lune, since he couldn't see his own back, he had no idea that Lune's nail indents were still there, but if he'd have known? Yes, he would have worn them with pride! Soon enough, though, he'd get to see if the bite marks and scratches he'd given Lune were still there!

Disappointed once again when it finally ended, he gave a sigh and took up the washcloth and soap to start scrubbing the rest of his body. Aw. And here he'd been hoping Lune would wash the rest of him, too. Glancing over at Lune, who was over on the bed, just in time for him to ask his own question, Kyran blinked in surprise. Whoa. That was an unexpected question. Really, there were probably a hundred of other things Lune could have guessed him to be--he'd never told him he was a demon, did he?--and many people mistakenly guessed him to be an elf because of his ears and height...until they saw his claws and teeth. Ah. Maybe that'd what did it...Lune didn't waste any time, did he?

Kyran could only grin broadly at the question. Might as well give an honest answer, and that was certainly one thing he was: honest, and sometimes painfully so.

"We-ell..." he drawled, rolling his eyes up toward the ceiling and pausing in washing his left leg, obviously having to stop and think really hard about this one. Hoo boy. Had Lune asked an interesting question. Finally, he gave a shrug and went right on scrubbing. "Let's see here...I think I might have some neqa'el in me, maybe a little imp, perhaps a smidgeon of lilu--though I'd probably be dead now if that were the case; those guys are dropping dead like flies, I hear. Hmm...I might have some nekomata or maybe djinn, though I hate the heat and can't make a fire, not even with a flint, so I don't see how that'd work. For all I know, I might even have some naga in me. Oh! And I'm half incubus. Well, technically I'm a succubus since my mom was one, but since I popped out male, I go by incubus. Makes it less confusing that way, you know."

Grinning widely and flashing his pointed teeth, he calmly went back to scrubbing away at the rest of his body and rinsing off. "Heh, just kidding. Actually, as far as I know, I'm just neqa'el and incubus." Then he shot Lune a look and rolled his eyes. "Don't worry. I don't have any really nifty powers because I'm just a half-breed. Which is good, because If I'd have screwed you as a full-on incubus, you'd probably be dead now. Which would suck," he said, wrinkling his nose slightly to show his disgust at the idea. "Not to mention I'd be able to change genders...and that's just kinda weird." Yep. He was so glad he wasn't a real incubus. Because if he was, he had a feeling he'd be having to spend way more quality one-on-one time with himself, and besides, killing people wasn't cool.

Actually, that raised an interesting question that just randomly popped into his perverted brain and made him tilt his head to one side and blink. Incubi and succubi fed off of sexual energy, draining their victims of their lifeforce, right? So...what happened when they had a solo bonding session with Mister or Miss Hand? Did they even <I>do that? Or...would that be like committing suicide?

A burning question. Kyran was so glad he was just a half-breed that didn't have to worry about such serious issues, because if that was the case, he'd die. He wouldn't last two days.

Rinsing off for the last time, Kyran finally stood up in the tub and wringed out his hair. Hrm...towels? Did they have any? Ah well. Kyran didn't mind going around naked and drip-drying, except it was kind of chilly, and he shivered a little. He could have just gone on and stolen a sheet off the bed and used that, but considering what had happened on those sheets...no. With a shrug, he stepped out of the tub, water pooling onto the floor beneath him, and jerked a thumb toward the tub.

"Your turn, pup. Drop 'em and get in so I can 'do you'," he said with an evil grin, trailing water along the floor as he went to rummage through some cupboards in the room for some towels. He found a few raggedy white ones, but they smelled clean and they'd work. He toweled off his hair and swiped off his upper body before wrapping it around his waist and setting the other towel on the bed, for Lune.

No use getting dressed yet. The floor was all wet, and since he was washing Lune, he'd probably get splashed. He certainly didn't want to get water on his pants and look like he peed them.

[Anonymous]

As a werewolf, Lune wasn’t very surprised when Kyran rattled off the many demons that were in him… Which explained why he Kyran didn’t smell like one distinct scent, which would also explain why Lune couldn’t figure out what he was. The smell of soap now filled his nose and he wiped at it with the back of his hand, it wasn’t strong smelling soap but it was still annoyingly <I>there</I> which was just as bad as it being perfume or something of the like. Ah well, at least that would get rid of the stench of musk that he was engulfed it… Not that it was a bad scent; it just made him… eager, which is an okay substitute for a certain other word. Of course, while Lune was mentally going on about what smelled, he heard Kyran use the word ‘incubus’ and he paled before realizing he could still move.  Oh, right, half. Lune bit his lip and nearly sighed in relief, that wouldn’t be a fun way to go out… Hopefully incubi and succubi were nice enough to get their partner off before they killed the person, other wise that would just be very, very unfair.

Too bad for Lune that Kyran’s head was the only place that held that conversation, Lune would have so loved to hear that and would have probably laughed until he couldn’t breath anymore. Unfortunately, Lune couldn’t read mines and Kyran only thought of it in his head, so sadly, no giggles for Lune. Of course, by the time Lune was finished musing over the fact he’d just be plundered by a half-Incubus Ass-Pirate he was faced with a toweled Kyran. Blinking, not quite understanding what the hell was going on, he stared for a moment before the words soaked past the sponge part of his brain and that took about a minute before he stood up and a slight ‘oh’ escaped past his lips. Quickly and to the point, he slid his pants off his hips and then looked down at the water and than back at Kyran, eh, he’d bathed in worse conditions so this wasn’t <I>that</I> bad, right? Right.

Winking towards Kyran before stepping in the slightly cooled water, not that Lune cared, as long as it was water and relatively clean, he was a happy camper. So, letting himself into the tub, he realized it was a rather tight fit and that next time they get clean… They visit a bathhouse or something because this just sucked. The word sucked drifted past Lunes brain and he looked down at the water for a moment, poking the blue tattoos on his thigh before cupping his hands and ‘splashing’ the water on his face. Lunes splashing consisted of him lowering his face into his cupped hands to wash any thing off that he couldn’t see, which was his entire face. This was off course after he washed off his hands. In the water he was washing off his face. Ew.

Lune shuddered at the thought of that and than attempted to get his hair wet. It was a sloppy job and the back of his head was still rather dry but other than that the front was dripping and that’s all he cared about…  Screw it. Scrunching up to one side of the ‘tub’ he lowered his head into the water, just to get his hair soaking wet. Than he was back too normal on the right side of the tub, now with wet hair. Now the question was, where was the soap? Lune looking over towards Kyran, leaned back in the tub, rested his arms on the side and let his knees rest of either side. Obviously Lune had no more shame.

�Darling, Precious Pooky… Could you find the soap and give it to me? You lost it.�

A grin, a rather fanged grin, but a grin none the less and he leaned his head back slightly, quickly moving it back because a metal rim isn’t the most comfy thing on the planet to rest one’s head and or head on. His back still hurt. Cue another little evil glare towards Kyran! Which did happen, mismatched blue and brown eyes glared for a moment while flash of a sting ran up his back. Bah! Next time, Lune would be the bottom from the top! He shuddered for a moment wondering if it was just him being a big whimp, though he knew the ‘pain’ would go away when he started to get moving but maybe the warm water would do it.

Now, at least three minutes has gone by and Lune was getting very bored. So bored in fact, he cupped his hand and slapped down on the water, making a rather interesting looking splash. Flashing a very puppish grin towards Kyran. This time, when he leaned back he held his arms behind his neck so they could feel the rather uncomfortable indent of the metal rim instead of the tender neck. Clearing his throat Lune looked forlornly at his coffee, which was now probably cold, letting out a heavy sigh he sat back up and because lightly splashing water on his arms before looking back towards Kyran and opening his big gob.

�So, what brought you to a place like this, My Pet? The sailors? Common, My Precious Pooky, I’d like to know, or did you know I’d find you.�

This of course was said in the Growlie Voice and with a sexy smug look on his face. Well, Lune supposed to was better than never to find stuff about a guy who you were screwing right? Right. That was probably typically somewhere, right? Besides this room. For Lune it wasn’t, first time he’d picked up a random person and let them go first all in a matter of about twenty-four hours, also first time he’d snagged a non-werewolf for a pet! Kyran was more fun that the submissive ones, which was also a bit of a pain in the butt.  Lune moved a bit and then stretched forward, his back popping and he let out a slight sigh, the water was cooling and he grumbled and whined slightly.

�Common, find the soap! You lost it! And besides, I washed your hair! Time to retune the favour.�

[Rhindeer]

Oh, Lune would probably hear all about the little inner conversation Kyran had had with himself concerning the self-loving issues of incubi and succubi, because that was a question that he honestly did want an answer for. Not knowing things tended to drive him nuts. If someone started to say something and then stopped, Kyran would go crazy until they finally finished their thought because he just wanted to know, no matter how stupid that thought might have been! Otherwise, he would forever wonder about what had almost been said and it would drive him bloody insane. It was sort of the same deal with an important question like that, so he'd probably end up caving at the most random of moments and bouncing the question off of Lune to see if he knew anything about that.

Which was kind of silly because Kyran was the one with incubus blood, but...well, sad to say he knew very little about them save what he'd learned about himself, and he was only a half-breed. Hey, he'd never met his mom and he'd never met any other incubi or succubi (frankly, they kind of scared the crap out of him so he really wasn't going out of his way to find any), so...whatever.

In any case, he was glad Lune took that so well! Then again, Lune was a werewolf, so he supposed he didn't have much room to judge, now did he?

Lune did look kind of out of it for a few moments there, though, but he snapped out of it soon enough and promptly lost the pants. Which of course made Kyran quite pleased, and he watched him openly as he got into the tub, grinning slyly over at him as Lune winked. Poor guy was getting second-hand water, but he supposed that was incentive to bathe somewhere better next time. Like a lake. Lakes worked. They were clean, there was room to swim (Kyran rather loved the water), the fit more than one person, and if all went well...other things could happen in lakes, too! Huzzah! As long as there weren't a lot of fishes around...dear Gods. Did he have some stories about that, funny stories, too, though they hadn't been funny at the time. Stupid fish.

While Lune got situated and wet his hair and everything, Kyran busied himself with searching around in the cupboards, wondering if they kept a brush or something somewhere, which wasn't likely, but Kyran really needed one because, even if his hair wasn't that long, he hated tangles. They hurt like a bitch. Plus, his hair tended to get all...poofy...when it started to dry, so he needed something to tame it with!

While he didn't find a brush, someone did leave behind a little vial of something, and a quick inspection of it while Lune was dunking his head showed that it was some kind of cheap perfume. But it smelled good! Kind of citris-y. For all he knew, it was probably some old whore's perfume, but he just wouldn't think about that.

He promptly hid the stuff behind his back when Lune spoke up, and then his eyes crossed and he scowled at the word "Pooky". Lune was trying to desensitise him to that word, wasn't he? Evil brat. It wouldn't work! He'd never get used to it and never like it! "It should be somewhere in the water, puppy," he said, making his way over to the tub and kneeling down behind Lune. He set the perfume junk on the floor near his knees. "But you don't need it anyway, because I'm gonna be using it, remember?" he reminded Lune with a fanged smile, missing the wolf-boy's evil glares because he was busy looking over Lune's body. My. Lune was just as shameless as he was, it seemed...

Which was actually pretty refreshing. While he liked the coy, shy type fine, it really was nice to finally meet someone that he could be on level ground with, someone who, just like him, didn't really seem to give a damn. Lune was fun, too. Sure, he didn't know much about him at all yet save what he'd learned in the bedroom, and that wasn't much--though you could learn a lot from a person there, too, and Kyran had learned a good bit about Lune during their short little "courtship", because who the hell else would wrestle around in public with him or play bloody strip Chess, of all things? But contrary to popular belief, Kyran wasn't all sex maniac--even if "hi, you're hot, wanna screw?" was an appropriate way to introduce himself in his mind. But he actually liked getting outside and doing, you know, fairly normal stuff like people-watching and swimming and taming stray cats. As such, he really did want to learn more about Lune--who he had officially claimed.

Lune splashing the water in the tub made him blink out of his thoughts, and he glanced back at Lune and smirked, then wiped a bit of water off of his cheek. "Hm? Oh...well..." Kyran grinned widely and leaned forward a little, cupping a but of water in his hands and dribbling it onto Lune's back to help him out. He couldn't help but shiver a little at the damned growlie voice. Agh...he better not keep that up. "Heh...well, pup, it was indeed to relieve my boredom. And yes, the sailors had something to do with it. I've never bedded a sailor before, you see, so I was curious." He gave a snort. "Actually...I was sort of kicked out of my place. No money, see. I really came here to find employment."

Then, with another grin and a wink, he turned and pressed his lips to the back of Lune's neck, inhaling his scent. Which, though now wet, was still musky with that distinctly Lune scent beneath it, a scent he'd become quite familiar with. He also noticed quite smugly that the bite marks he'd given him on his neck were still there, the skin slightly bruised where he'd bitten and lightly sucked. "Or maybe I knew you'd find me. I've never bedded a werewolf, either, until you. Sailors have nothing on ya," he added with a wink.

Ah yes, Kyran terms of affection and endearment.

"What about you, pup? You after the sailors, too, or were you tracking me down? What the hell drew you to me, anyway? Heh...I'm usually the hunter, see," he added.

Before Lune popped his back, whined, and told him to find the soap. "Calm down! You'll get your turn," he said, licking Lune's neck once before sticking his hand in the tub. Okay. Fine. Lune wanted him to find the soap and rag? He'd find the soap and rag. Heh heh heh...

Fishing around in the tub, he started in the back, sloshing water around and deliberately grabbing Lune's ass at least once or twice--he lost track. Hmm...no soap there! Tsk, tsk Lune...he really was just asking for trouble...because soon Kyran's search brought him around to searching the perimeter of the tub, brushing lightly along Lune's legs since they were on either side of the tub, and soon enough he was leaning over Lune to search around the front along the walls of the tub. Gradually, he moved inward and shot Lune a sidelong look. The pup probably planted the soap and rag, because, since he hadn't yet found it, that left only two place: either Lune was sitting on it, or it was between his legs. Which suited Kyran just fine, actually, because he was a pervert like that.

"So, Lune. What're your plans for  today? I dunno about you, but I'm starving, and it's a nice day out!" Kyran went on conversationally. Yep. He knew it. Either Lune planted the soap or it really had just landed in an interesting--his hand trailed against something that was distinctly not soap, and Kyran turned his head to playfully waggle his eyebrows at Lune. "Whoops." Then he moved his hand and--aha! There it was! He snatched up the soap, which was noticeably a bit smaller from its time submerged, and the washcloth wasn't far behind.

Draping the washcloth over the rim of the tub, he poured a little more water onto Lune's head before he began lathering up his puppy's hair, careful not to get any soap in his eyes.

The perfume would come into play soon enough.

[Anonymous]

Lune hadn’t noticed Kyran going around the room, and he certainly didn’t notice the vial of perfume. If he had, he would have protested it and whined and complained that he was taking a bath and that unless he was in his wolf-ish form, he wouldn’t smell like wet dog when he was dry or drying… Another side to the fact he really didn’t smell like wet dog when he was wet or drying, perfume made him sneeze. Not just normal single sneezes, full out sneezing fits that would probably draw more attention that anyone with a working brain wanted for a single humanoid creature. Luckily for Kyran, and sadly for Kyran, Lune didn’t notice the perfume, the fact the scent of Kyran was all over the tub around him didn’t help much.  Lune missed the fanged grin since Kyran was all the way behind him and the werewolf obviously didn’t have eyes in the back of is head.

Their short courtship hadn’t even been a full day yet… They’d met, when? Early evening the day before and didn’t get down and dirty until this morning. Rather odd in Lunes opinion but that was all fine’n’dandy with him either way, sex first, formalities later, right? Right! Made the whole ‘opening up and talking about yourself,’ process that much more easy, didn’t it? If everyone just… did it within the first twenty-four hours you can dump them that much more easily because you know nothing personal about them… Though Lune found himself liking this demon fellow, even if he was half sex-eating demon, but as long as he didn’t eat anything of Lunes, he would be a happy camper. Lune then tuned into what Kyran was saying about sailors and getting kicked out of his place… And then mentioning the sex just made him grin and shake his head. Of course, now he was on about how Lunie-poo found his pretty pet-pet Kyran, A.K.A Pooky. Lune, after clearing his throat looked over at Kyran and grinned.

�Oh… I’ve only ever had my pack to… <I>play with</I>.� His grin turned rather wolfish looking and his voice dipped into the growlies that Kyran so loved, “ Oh... I picked up a random blood trail, it smelled interesting and I told myself that if it wasn’t someone interesting I’d say, ‘Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else!’ than leave… You were interesting and here I am!�

Wow, that was so anti-climactic Lune wanted to dunk his face in the water and take a deep breath. What a great way to meet someone! Follow the scent of their blood… It worked in this case, sure, but any other case would have had a horrible ending. Images of horribly bleeding mangled bodies flashed through his mind and he paled for a moment because those images looked very much like his once-wife. Though, Lune shrugged it off as one of ‘those things’ before splashing Kyran and getting an immediate response. Heh heh. Then, Kyran went in search of the soap that was apparently between his legs, oh! How about that! First place Lune should have looked if he was into searching down here. And, another question too! How did Lune miss that? Probably because of the lovely place where Kyrans hand was… Now it was lathering his hair and making it nice and clean! He’d smell soap all day but it was okay, because the scent of Kyran from the used water would be all over him, too.

�Well, eating food would be good… And if you like I can drag you along with me to try and get my pack back… Damn bastards threw me off the cliff because they couldn’t physically beat me… “

Lune closed his eyes and leaned back a little, letting Kyran wash his hair… Why did he feel like such a teenage girl? It was probably the whole ‘I wash your hair, you wash mine!’ thing, which just made Lune a little on the twitchy side. Ah well, it felt nice, and it wasn’t sexual in the least, at least, as long as Kyran didn’t start petting his neck. That might rouse some unwanted guests, but it’d be all Kyrans fault, just like it was the other day… The other day being this morning.

�But if you don’t want to come with me, I can let you stay here while you find yourself a job and… I dunno… Get comfy,� Lune took the time to turn around slightly and say, in the growlie voice of course, “for my return.�

Now, enter the perfume and Lune will have a horrible sneezing fit and everything that was previously turned-on will be turned off… Unless you find sneezes sexy.

((Here ya go ALISHA!! (: Hope you got ONE laugh. ))

[Rhindeer]

...What the...?

For a few moments there, Kyran could only stare at the back of Lune's well-lathered head, hands going still in his hair and one eyebrow arched. Lune...smelled a random blood scent and decided to follow it. That was it. You mean there wasn't any hunting or stalking or voyeurism or magic or anything, just...smell blood, must follow? That was, indeed, very anti-climatic. And here he'd been all excited at the prospect of having been hunted for a change, or having a secret admirer, or...something. But no, it had been his sticky, gross blood and not his dashing good looks (cough) that had drawn Lune to him. Did Lune often follow blood trails? Huh. Kyran didn't know about that; if he smelled blood, he'd probably walk in the opposite direction, because he sure didn't want to find a pile of dead, rotting bodies. Really. Think of all the flies!

Ew. How dirty, in a not fun way.

Well, the least sexy thing ever to think about when you were bathing someone was dead, mangled corpses--unless you were a necromancer or necrophiliac...though the two kind of went hand in hand when you think about it; Kyran drew the line there because there was no fun in a cold, stiff body...unless the body cold because it was cold outside and stiff because they were turned-on, but he liked them alive and kicking. Anyway, Kyran quickly stopped thinking about blood and instead focused his attention back on his naked puppy. Who had found him in the least exciting way possible. Oh well, at least he'd told him that story using the growlies! That made up for it!

"...Well...that's...cute," Kyran said, finally going back to massaging Lune's scalp to hopefully take Lune's mind off his lack of words. What else was he supposed to say? That was so random! Shaking his head, he grinned. "Heh, yeah, here you are! Well, I'm glad you found my blood so interesting, pup, otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten to play with your...hair." And to emphasize that, he started shaping Lune's soap soaked hair with his hands until he'd formed a sort of mohawk. Really, he liked Lune's mohawk! He'd never seen a hairstyle like that before, and it was really interesting and pokey. It suited the crazy wolf. Grinning at the hair piled on top of Lune's head--okay, so maybe they were like teenaged girls; next thing you know and Kyran would want to braid Lune's hair, but Kyran didn't care because it was fun to him!--he started to divide the mohawk up into large individual spikes on Lune's head.

Kyran finally began to smooth Lune's hair out again and scrub it some more by the time Lune got to the food bit. "Good! Food! Because while I like eating you, I like the other white meat every now and then, too. Close your eyes, now," he said before he began to dump water over the werewolf's hair.

Though as the rest of what Lune said registered, he very nearly dumped water right in Lune's face. He'd kind of glossed over that thrown over cliff!</I> detail, because, uh...wow. And he wanted to get his pack back? The same guys that tossed him over a cliff?

Blinking at that, Kyran finished rinsing Lune's hair and began to lather up the washcloth. He gave an odd sort of grin, though Lune likely couldn't see it, which was probably good because it was less of a grin and more a baring of fangs. "Love the offer, Luney, but no, I'm going with you," he said with a little more force than he'd been going for--hell, he'd very nearly growled it! Then he quickly cleared his throat and coughed. "I mean...yeah, pup, sure I'll help ya with the pack and...stuff." Chuckling, he ruffled Lune's wet hair. "No way I'm leaving you alone with them," he added in a mutter, almost to himself.

No...he wasn't protective! Not at all!

Then he went back to lathering up the washcloth vigorously, perhaps a little more forcefully than needed. Like hell he'd let Lune go there on his own! One of his old werewolf "playmates" might try and steal him back! Or toss him off a cliff again. Nope, neither of those options would sit well with Kyran! Which settled it--he was going with Lune to watch out for him and help him and make sure some other werewolf didn't steal his pretty new "friend".

...Though, if they did manage to steal back Lune's pack and he was allowed to become part of it, well...Kyran wouldn't mind that so much as long as he was included!

Right, okay, well nothing had happened yet so he really shouldn't be going all defensive already! Though if one looked at Lune the wrong way, he'd punch them! Unless they were as buff as Lune and there were a lot of them, in which case he'd, uh...claw them instead and then hide behind Lune. nd he had sharp claws, mind! They could cut pretty darned deep.

Anyway...right. He'd deal with that when it happened. In the meantime, to take his mind off of that...

Grabbing the vial of perfume, he poured a few drops onto the washcloth, lathered it up until it was nice and blended and gave off a lovely citrus smell, he began to scrub Lune's back and shoulders, even reaching over him to wash his chest and stomach for him. "There! That makes up for the used, stinky water!" he told Lune happily. "Now you smell like a fruit!" Instead of just acting like one.

Grinning, he finally plopped the washcloth onto Lune's right knee. "Now hurry and finish up, unless you want me to do the rest of you." He gave a wink and kissed Lune's neck, right over the spot where he'd bit him earlier that morning--the marks were still there, yay--before standing and going over to get his clothes. He'd have to get new ones, but...ew...well...he could tolerate the dirty ones for now.

[Anonymous]

It felt nice, being the one washed for a change, though he didn’t mind doing the washing it was nice to just lay back one and a while and let the other person do all the work. That had more meanings than one, and both should be very easy to pick up on, Lune was feeling lazy at the moment and had no problem letting Kyran wash the hair or go first, besides, it was his turn next… Maybe. After he had told his precious little demon the reasoning behind his finding him, Lune though he sounded a little disappointed, should he mention the fact that he was instantly taken with the evil brutish demon? Nah, Lune would let Kyran stew in it for a few. Well, since Kyran was still talking about playing with his… hair… It didn’t seem that bad… Lune missed the pink mohawk it just wasn’t the same brown, so the hair would remain limp and unfun until it was that shocking near-bubblegum pink again.

Lune was about to talk and say something mildly important until Kyran dumped the water over his head and made him forget what it was. Sure he got a warning but he was fretting about his now brown hair, which was brown and dripping into his eyes. Blegh. Lune reached up to part the hair out of his face he was already starting to get washed again and ranted to by his new pet. Why did Lune feel like the pet? Like a bad pet even. Probably those doggy instincts, aww, was Kyran jealous of his old pack? A small smile reached his lips and he was about to reach back and pat Kyran on the head when he decided not to and spoke instead.

�Well, it’s nice to know you’re so protective of me… If I get in trouble will you protect me?�

This was said in a teasing manner and he leaned forward and closed his mismatched eyes when he felt the washcloth scrubbing his back feverously again, though something smelt a little different and it made his nose tickle. When the washcloth reached around to his front he closed his eyes and lifted his arms up slightly in the mandatory ‘pre-sneeze’ position. Quickly Lune pressed a hand to his lower face and sneezed, shaking his head as if to clear it before dropping the washcloth on his knee into the water and quickly getting out of it. Crap! The scent was following him around. Again, Lune sneezed, glaring at Kyran when he got the chance. Smell like fruit indeed. Sneeze like a bloody north wind, too while he was at it.

�You little,� Sneeze “when this damn,� Sneeze “scent goes aw� sneezes �way I am so going to G� sneeze “et you back.�

And off Lune went, standing naked in front of his new ‘friend’ sneezing repetively and not really knowing what to do because he’s never really worn perfume. Well, there was a first forever thing, right?

(x_X so short, sowwies)

[Rhindeer]

"Of course I'd protect you..." Kyran answered absently, staring down at his breeches which he held up in both hands, looking them over. They didn't look that bad. Just...scratched up with some blood stains here and there. Yeah. Not too bad. Still, Kyran wrinkled his nose just the same and cringed as he finally dropped the towel and started to wriggle into the pants, trying hard not to think about them having not been washed and all. In truth, they didn't feel dirty, but in his own mind they felt awful and grungy! He couldn't help that he was a clean freak! Anyway, he tried to take his mind off of it as he slowly dressed, slowly mostly just because he was in no hurry to get right back into his icky clothes and feel all dirty again after just getting clean.

"What I don't get is why you wanna go there to begin with if they tossed you off a cliff," he continued, finally pulling his pants up around his hips with a small shudder of disgust and quickly working on lacing them back up. Gross, gross, gross. Of course, he was also quite disgusted with the whole pack situation...which of course was why he was going, and of course if they decided to gang up on Lune he'd do something about it! "Wouldn't they just, ah...do it again? Sheesh, what'd you do to piss them--wha?" That was when Lune started to sneeze. And sneeze. And sneeze some more!

Kyran turned to watch Lune get out of the tub, not at all minding the view, of course, though right now he wasn't really oogling him because he was more confused as to what the heck was going on with that sudden sneezing spell. Uh...he get water up his nose? Or was he spontaneously getting sick? The latter wouldn't be good, because chances were that if he was sick, Kyran would be getting whatever he had, too. Ugh...hopefully it was just the water up his nose...that's what made since, since Lune had sneezed once when he had been scrubbing him, which had also been shortly after he'd dumped water over his head (though unlike a certain dog, Kyran hadn't dunked Lune's head!). Talk about water up the nose.

And Lune was glaring at him! But....it wasn't his fault! He'd told him to hold his breath, right?

Not that Kyran was worried, because Lune looked oddly cute when he was glaring. Maybe that was because Lune had glared so darn much during their "play time" so it reminded him of that, dirty mind that he had. Nah, it was probably just because Lune was so darned precious. Or...something. And it was just plain funny trying to see someone look menacing when they were sneezing their brains out. Yeah, that kind of ruined the effect.

Well...the reason Lune was having the sneezing spell was soon known. Scent...? OH! The citrus scent! The scent Kyran had whipped out just for Lune, because he figured he'd be doing him a favor! And now it was making him sneeze his head off. Oops. His bad. And ohh, the pup was gonna get him back, was he? Bwahaha, for the moment at least, all thoughts of the whole "pack" issue were out of his mind as he watched Lune sneeze and threaten him at the same time, grinning amusedly. Ooo, scary. Haha, not! The guy was even shaking his head like a dog did when it sneezed, which of course made it all the more funny!

"Aww, whatcha gonna do, Luney? Sneeze on me?" he teased with a broad grin. Which would be pretty darned gross, and which was something that would send him running for shelter. Ew, he didn't want boogers rained all over him. Ugh.

Honestly, though, amusing as this was he really didn't know that perfume would have this sort of an effect on him, and while a sneeze or two sometimes felt good, more than that could hurt, and Lune showed no signs of stopping. Maybe he was allergic...and his throat would swell and his eyes would get puffy and his nose would get runny, and...and...oh man. That wouldn't be good and Kyran felt sort of bad...not that he knew about that in advance! But still!

Well, he couldn't really do anything to make the smell go away, but Lune was dripping all over the place and...hmm...maybe he could wipe some of it off or something? Picking up Lune's towel, he walked over toward Lune, lifted the towel, and promptly slipped the towel over Lune and used that to draw the werewolf closer to him. "Sorry about that...but...look, just get dried off. Maybe some of it'll come off on the towel, 'cause you're still wet, so..." He began to help Lune dry off at that. Aw, damn, he couldn't keep a serious face. He broke out into a grin again and it was an effort to keep from chuckling, which he managed to hide only because he bowed his head to try and hide his expression.

"C'mon, pup...it can't really be that bad." Hmm...Kyran also couldn't help but think that maybe if Lune kept sneezing, they wouldn't have to go after his pack! Hey...he could hope!

[Anonymous]

What was he gonna do? Oh, more than sneeze on him… Much more. But that would be for after he finished sneezing and was all nice and squeaky clean, which he was, so, squeaky clean and dry. Lune closed his eyes and covered his face again while he sneezes a few more times, and felt a towel and vaguely heard words. Little bastard, Lune would have thought of wiping it off, wouldn’t have to if a certain little bastard hadn’t put it on him, he didn’t smell that bad did he? Lune growled a little towards Kyran while the half-incubus mopped off his wet torso. Because Lune was a pure genius, he decided to breath through his mouth for the time being because the sneezes had stopped coming in mass numbers, which was good because they were starting to hurt his nose and the back of his throat.

�It’s not that bad anymore, Pooky.�

Lifting his head, Lune shook it again, sprinkling a few things with water from his floppy brown hair and set his mismatched eyes on the oil that they used for… Well, the oil was actually for his side, Lune had no idea how it helped the pink bite scar, but the lady who gave it to him said it would help so he took it… Never seems to run out, but, if Kyran stayed with him, they… He, rather, just might run out. Giving Kyran a quick hug and plucking the towel from his fingers and wrapping it around his waist… Since it seemed like a good time and most of the sneezing scent was gone, He grabbed Kyrans face and smooched him on the lips quickly before going to the oil and putting some in his hand and then rubbing it onto the scar.

Trying not the think about earlier, he decided to think of bunnies swimming in… Coffee? Lune lifted his head at his own thoughts shook it and smiled slightly. Okay, bunnies swimming in a cup of coffee. His hand messaged his scar and he reached around to get to it where it was on his back. The scar was pink and new looking even though it was nearly forty years old and looked like a very large mouth sank it’s teeth in somewhere around the middle of his torso and then dragged them out. Lune winced slightly and pressed a little to message the oil in, it seemed to darken in colour and go to a normalish skin down instead of a pinky scar. Not that Lune ever noticed that…

Taking the towel from around his waist, Lune flopped it over his head, sneezed once and then searched for his pants. They were in a pile of their own and a little wet on the thigh, ah well, grabbing them, Lune managed to sqeeze his damp legs and tie them up, a quick non-angry glare at Kyran and the tub of water he pressed his hands to the towel on his hair and dried that off, more or less. Went and sat on the bed, winching a little because his bottom unit still hurt a little, hopefully he’d get used to it. Wait, he didn’t want to get used to it, so, hopefully it never happened again. Ever. At least, until Lune had his turn.

Running his hands through his hair, he attempted to get it to dry standing up, and it worked slightly, most of it fell down again though, still damp. Turning towards Kyran, Lune pursed his lips and glared at him, smirking bastard. Sneezing again, and shaking his head like a dog, he glared at Kyran and spoke.

�Stop grinning, I feel vulnerable when you grin. And while if I smell like a fruit you get to act like one… Which will work out fine because you already do, Pooky.�

Looking towards the little table that held their coffee Lune blinked a few times before, then he opened his big mouth and spoke a few words that he shouldn’t have because he was just so awesome.

�The coffee is probably cold.�

And then Lune threw his towel at Kyran, and grinned, then sneezed.

(Only took thirteen hours worth of procratination to write it! Wheee)

[Rhindeer]

"Oh, good...look, sorry about that, pup, I'll remember about the perfume thing next time. Next time I won't use any on you, I mean, alright?" he said, still feeling a little bad--yes, he had that capacity! He wasn't all horndog sex demon...really!--and he ducked his head a little as Lune shook his head and sprinkled him with water. Aw...and just after he got dry. Now his pants had water spots on them! Anyway, maybe it was because he felt bad (though he didn't feel that bad...c'mon, they were just sneezes and Lune wasn't dying!), had figured it was a losing battle, or just because he was (shudder) getting used to the name, but when Lune called him Pooky, Kyran didn't shudder and tell him not to call him that like he usually did.

Or maybe it was because he'd been momentarily distracted by the hug and the smooch, which Kyran returned happily because hugs and smooches were the best, which also made him forget all about how sad and seemingly angry Lune, and about his previous warning that he was going to get him back. Hopefully Lune forgot, too! Kyran also forgot even more when Lune went over to get the oil.

Yeah, Kyran couldn't help it that he was a perverted half-incubus, which would explain why he watched rather interestedly as Lune went over and put some oil in his hand, which also made him pause with his shirt raised above his head in preparation to put it on, which also probably made him look like a doofus. Lune wanted his turn, now? Well, darn, and he was almost all dressed now, not to mention he'd just taken a bath and was hungry for real food...but if Lune wanted to, well, he could be on the bed and naked again in two seconds flat!  Seemed only fair, and that was really the only way it would work since Lune's bum was currently out of commission and he had the only non-hurty bum, oops. But then Lune started putting it on his side, and Kyran snorted and lowered his shirt down over his head, popping it through the top. Ohh, so that's what the oil's original purpose was! For Lune's lovely scars that the demon thought were so neat! Kyran snorted to himself and fixed the buttons on his shirt, then brushed it out with his hands to try and smooth out the wrinkles. Which didn't work well. Bah.

Anyway! No, no smexing thoughts for now--they had to do other things, because there were other things to do beyond rolling around in bed! Really. Even if his genes liked to tell him that was all that mattered, his head (the one on his shoulders) had plenty of other things in mind! He was hungry. And they should get out of the room and...do something, get to know each other now that they'd made all their...introductions. Damn, what a way to get acquainted--he rather liked that. Ahem! Anyway! Even if Kyran wasn't too big of a fan of sunlight--he was more of a nocturnal guy, even if he'd adjusted his schedules to match normal human ones, but his eyes were still sensitive to the sunlight--Lune was obviously a daytime guy, so, oh well. His eyes would adjust.

...And maybe Lune had sneezed that pack idea right on out of his head.

Watching Lune apply the oil, Kyran grinned. "I could help you with that, you know..." he offered absently as he watched Lune reach around to get it on his back, a serious expression on his face. Because he knew how wrongly that could be interpreted, and that was half the point! Bwaha, he would never let Lune live that down, and unless Lune decided to buy a different sort of oil to keep the two, ah, separate--which could be a good idea, anyway, or else they'd be running out pretty fast, heh. Unless he kicked him out. But the last one wouldn't be fun.--then he would hardly even have to remind Lune, because it would be a self-reminding sort of thing that would forever haunt the werewolf! Even if Kyran one day got kicked out, he'd still leave behind his legacy!

Or something like that.

Not waiting for an answer, and not really expecting one (sore bum Lune would probably snarl at him for that one, haha), he collected his boots and slipped them on, haphazardly lacing them up, because laces sucked and he was lazy. They were really only good for one thing as far as he was concerned, and that was...well...a reason he wouldn't let Lune in on just yet.

By the time he was finished, Lune was going to get his pants on, and yes, Kyran watched every moment of it. Hell, he probably hurried up with getting his boots on just so he could watch. "Bless you," he said with a smirk as Lune sneezed, leaning his shoulder absently against one of the nearby cupboards to make himself comfortable from his nice vantage point. Then he yawned, because Lune had his pants on, now, and...was taking his time with everything else. Jeez, he was a slow dresser. And while that normally would have been a great treat, his stomach had decided to start rumbling and he was starting to get impatient because of it--and probably also because he was still high on caffeine and feeling kind of antsy as a result, all the spare energy and all. Though, seeing Lune gingerly sit down was morbidly amusing...poor Lune...he should have told him he was a senior topper and newbie bottomer! He would have taken a much different approach, then, and maybe not have given him a sore bottom...poor puppy.

...Even though it was amusing. Oh gods...that meant he got to watch him try and walk...

The mental image Kyran got made him snicker to himself, and even moreso when Lune kept sneezing, but then Lune seemed to finish whatever it was he was doing. Because that was when he spoke up, glaring at him.

...Which of course made him laugh even more. "Oh, but I like you vulnerable, puppy! It's cute!" he said innocently, even though he was also flashing his fangs. "And I like corrupting cute, vulnerable things," he added with a nod. Him? A fruit? He didn't act like a fruit...that was Lune! All Lune! "By the way, I think you're getting us confused, pup...you--"

He stopped in mid sentence. Because that was when Lune said it.

The coffee.

And of course that brought Kyran's dirty mind right back to that little moment of passion when Lune had proclaimed his coffee as getting cold. As though he was thinking about coffee right then! ...Which meant Lune must have been, either that or he was just going crazy with passion or something. Kyran had no time to further ponder this, a crooked little smile on his face, when a towel whapped that smile right off his face. He jumped and brought his hands up to the towel, pulling it free of his face, and stuck his tongue out at Lune.

"You and coffee!" he  exclaimed, shaking his head; he didn't look or sound mad at all, though; just amused. Because after their morning romp and a bath, he was in a very good mood. "What was with that, anyway. Please don't tell me you were thinking about coffee...wait, I don't want to know. Because then I might end up dumping it on your head." Instead, he settled for throwing the towel back at Lune and then, as though using that as a distraction, marching over, grabbing Lune by the wrist, and hauling him to his feet.

"Hurry up, you. I'm hungry. We can get more coffee on the way out if that's what you want, but let's <I>go already, slow poke!"

He didn't seem to notice that Lune didn't have his shirt or shoes. Or, at least, he didn't care.

Pulling Lune after him as he marched toward the door, he did pause, however, when something caught his eye.

The curtain flapping ever so softly in the wind.

The wind...?

But everything was closed--ohhh...

Turning slowly to look at Lune, Kyran flashed the werewolf a feral grin. "You left the window open, pup..."

Which meant there was a good chance that their little private adventure hadn't been so private. Heh heh...

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((>__> If this jumps from thing to… thing XD I’m sorry… I continually wrote it without reading back on what I wrote before… *lazeh))

Him and coffee, Lune wasn't much of a coffee lover, and now, when ever someone mentioned it to him, he'll instantly think of his sore bottom, even if by that time, it's not sore anymore. He glared sideways at Kyran again and decided to answer his "friends" question about his gasping about the cold coffee. What would he say? 'Oh! Yeah, I figured you really loved coffee and would stop what you were doing to go drink it before it got cold.' Well, the truth was stupid, but he was sure he could come up with something worse and just as stupid... Eventually. Or he would have if Kyran said he didn't want to know after all, oh, phew, Lune didn't have to come up with a lame-assed excuse. That was good. Then, out of nowhere, an arm grabbed and he was being dragged towards the door, topless and shoeless. Lune was about to start protesting when Kyran stopped and gave him a feral smile, and talked about an open window...?

Confusion crossed his features and Lune cast his mismatched eyes towards the window and it's lightly flapping curtain, and his jaw dropped slightly and a hint of a blushed covered his cheeks, turning the blue claw like marks over his left eye a dark purple at the bottom. Well, shit. Lune made a slight face and snatched his wrist out of Kyrans grip before going over to the floor and scooping up his shirt, socks and boots. Lune sat on the bed and pulled his socks on then put his boots on, lacing them up slowly just to piss off the hungry ass-plundering-monster. Lune held out his shirt and shook it a few times, it was wet in a few spots and he frowned, the blush was still on his cheeks and he pulled the shirt over his brown haired head. Hmm, he should probably go back to that place and get that weird... Thing again to make his hair pink, and spiky, attention grabbing, cool, pretty, whatever the hell it was before it turned brown again.

Lune stood up, keeping his features cold and grumpy and completely ignoring the open window of the fact that, since it was early morning when they did their little deed... A lot of old people probably heard him moan and pant. Wonderful. Old people heard him having hot sex in his room really early in the morning. Well... Shit. Lune glared at Kyran and pushed past him towards the door, opening it up, grabbing Kyrans elbow with a little more force than was really needed and started to drag him out of the room, slamming the door and carting him downstairs. Though this place had good food, Lune could feel the blush glowing on his face from the looks the people gave him and he was not going to eat here with all these people staring at him. It made him uncomfortable with everyone starting at him because of -that- and not just because of his hair... Which wasn't that eye catching anymore. "We're not going to eat here, lets find another place"

So, Lune dragged Kyran out of the Inn and down the road, keeping his head down slightly and away from any eyes that could see him, which would be a lot. At least, Lune thought so… Currently Lune assumed he had yelled really really loudly and all Cerenis knew what he had done with his friend early that morning… Even though he hadn’t really been that loud and it was at least a little bit afternoon now. Either way! No use being too careful, right? Right. So, off to the other side of the city to eat the breakfast, they didn’t need the extra work-out, but what the hell, less chance of getting looked at in that creepy wondering look with a side of ‘Hmm, wonder what he would look like with pink hair.’
 
Last thing he wanted was to be that obvious right now. Kind of. If Lune hadn’t been the one making the funny noises- ARGE! New brain topic! Lune dragged Kyran along behind him to the other area; past the chickens they had seen the day before and down a street Lune didn’t remember. When the right smell of food caught his fancy he steered Kyran in that direction, didn’t push him into the shop because that would be rude, but, he did stop and keep Kyran still so he could bark at him.

�You, if you mention <I>anything</I> that went on this… morning… I’m bite off… your…� Lune took the time to let his eyes flicker to Kyrans waist area before looking him square in the face. “ear.�

So then Lune decided to be rude and drag Kyran into the cute little yummy smelling building. Screw being rude, he wanted food as much as Kyran and he was about seven seconds from drooling. But, Lune was serious about biting Kyrans ear… maybe not biting it off, but biting it for sure.