Life's a Beach [Jack]

[Nia]

The longer he stood there in the scorching sun, the more M'kiru wanted to leave and go take a nap or something. It was hot out and he was already tan enough thanks, so why was he even there?! At least he wasn't being buffeted by the waves, since the waters were actually relatively calm today. Any other day and he probably would have been knocked off the rock he sat on by a powerful wave. Come on! Can we leave yet?! he mentally shouted to his dragon, faintly wondering why he had to ask his own sharding dragon that question. They should both be feeling the same way, but Thauth was always weirdly unattached to His' emotions... either that or he liked to annoy M'kiru, which was probably closer to the truth.

You're so dull, mine. I'm having fun!

[/i] Thauth swished his tail towards M'kiru, sending a wave of water crashing over the blond, soaking him. Shard it Thauth, I said you could play here if you didn't get me wet! M'kiru snapped, shaking his hair to try and make it feel less waterlogged. His clothing was just going to have to stay wet, because there was no sharding way he was stripping out in the open. Sorryyyy! But now you're already wet, so come play with meeeee,[/i] Thauth sounded like he really wanted to play with His rather than tormenting him, and was that a bit of regret M'kiru sensed? Maybe the little dragon just did want to play and wasn't out to annoy the blond.

They had come here due to Thauth's insistance that it was "really important". Some quality time away from the other Renegades would be nice, and M'kiru was always so sullen all the time... perhaps Thauth really did just want His to relax? That got a smile on the tan blond's face and he pulled off his shirt, jumping from the rock into the calm ocean.

It had been a while since he just... "played" like this. Thauth had quite a twisted sense of humor and wasn't the safest to be around most of the time, which was partially why they'd gone Renegade in the first place. That and the whole "authority" issue. But it was actually kind of fun to just swim around. And when this ocean wasn't being a horrible mass of evil it was actually kind of pretty. For the first time in what seemed like forever, M'kiru seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself without having to cause another living being pain.[/blockquote][/size]

[jack]

The skies were bright and inviting, the rich blue filling the air with a perfect backdrop for the silvery creature soaring effortlessly within them. Distant at first, the iron speck became larger and larger with surprising speed, blinking out of vision for a moment before appearing out of nowhere an instant later, ten times larger. The dragon glided over the Black and his rider without seeming to notice them, and pumped his wings once, moving quickly over the water. A form fell from the dragon's neck as he suddenly twisted upwards, falling straight into the water with a splash.

Sjueth circled around a bit slower, landing near where M'kiru was with a splash of his own. He shook his hide with soft cheer, amused with the waves lapping at his legs, and spared the man a half-glance. Clearly uninterested in the Blackrider he waded out a bit deeper into the water, submerging himself almost entirely before wading out a bit further.
While the dragon set to enjoying the water, the very being that had been dumped into the sea was making its own way up to the shore, keeping shockingly hidden as it maneuvered to the rock M'kiru had laid out on previously. T'el crept up the stone silently, grinning like a mad-man as he suddenly leapt from it and to M'kiru, tackling him.

"Hey there, sad eyes!" He barked, clinging to the sodden man, "You having fun being tasty?"

[Nia]

The dark shadow that suddenly appeared overhead broke M'kiru from his happy mood, immediately causing the blond to go into a panic and start searching for his shirt. Thauth also seemed rather annoyed at his playtime being interupted, glaring at the Iron above as it started falling towards them. Or not falling, sorry, diving. It didn't matter to M'kiru, in any case, and the blond was still hit with a large wave from Sjueth's landing, and it took him longer than it should have to resurface again. Thauth's thoughts were full of hatred and murderous things that a dragon should not be thinking about, but the Iron was far too big for him to take on. So the Black gave the Iron the same silent treatment and began to swim away, but of course he didn't think to take his rider too.

M'kiru crossed his arms and pouted, staring after the hated Iron to try and see where his sharding rider had gotten off to. If Sjueth was here, T'el was definitely not going to be far, but M'kiru couldn't see him. Thauth, where's that sharding idiot?! You have better eyes than I do, where'd he land?! he snapped, back in a bad mood, at his Black. Thauth had swam a bit farther away now, and was certainly not going to go near the much larger Iron just to find his rider. Don't know, don't care,

[/i] the dragon responded flatly, continuing to swim away. Great, and JUST when they were finally having a some what decent time togeth--

His thought was very rudely interupted as T'el (where had he been hiding?!?!) tackled him. Luckily for M'kiru, he'd been standing in very shallow water, and only fell on to the sand rather than drowning. He let off a stream of angry curses before saying anything intelligent. "Having fun being what?! Well I'm not now, you sharding dimglow!" he snapped, angry at being tackled and surprised. He hated being surprised. Of all the people to discover him, it had to be T'el. Of course.[/blockquote][/size]

[jack]

A wide grin spread on the man's lips as he adjusted his grip, sitting on the other's hips with a spark to his eyes that probably should not have been there. "Tasty." He repeated, licking his lips absently as he raked his gaze down the man's pale form, "Delicious. Edible. Delectable...even." With each word he leaned further and further down, teasingly nipping at the air before the man's lips at the last word. Cackling softly he sat up, running his hands slowly down the man's chest, and gave a soft hum, cocking hsi head to the side.

"Well that's no fun, blondy. It sounds almost like you aren't happy to see me." His eyes flashed and narrowed, a curious look on his face as he stared down at the other. Unreadable in his insanity, however, the almost thoughtful expression faded away quickly, a manic grin spreading back into place. "But that caaaan't be right."

He leaned down, arching his back with his ass in the air, and leant his weight on his elbows on the man's chest, his face inches from M'kiru's, "I know for a fact, that you've only got eyes for me."
...well...he was looking at him.

[Nia]

M'kiru tried to keep himself from punching T'el (because face it, if it came to a physical fight, he'd lose for sure) and shuddered at each synonym. He was most certainly not any of those words, and T'el needed to sharding get off him or M'kiru was going to... going to... oh Faranth, what was he going to do anyway?! He wiggled half-heartedly in an attempt to slide away from the other man, but it didn't work all that well. And no, it wasn't half-heartedly because he wanted this, it was only because he knew that T'el was going to get his way no matter what! So... he might as well just....

"That isn't true at all and you know it!" he snapped, flailing a bit as the other man pressed his weight on M'kiru's chest. And he was too close, too close, too close! "Why don't you just go find a stupid broad to nail," he hissed bitterly, but not out of jealousy, of course. M'kiru didn't like women. ... or men, for that matter. He didn't like anyone, and Thauth didn't chase anyone, so M'kiru just took that as a sign that he wasn't interested in anyone that way.

Which went completely against why his heart was skipping beats every time T'el spoke and touched him, but that was just because he was-- no, not scared-- ...nervous? He attempted to push himself up, but T'el's weight was too much for him, so he gave up again. "Can't you just lay off?" he sighed and then regretted saying it, as he sounded rather pitiful, somehow not putting a lot of malice into that statement. M'kiru figured that if T'el wanted a fight, he wasn't going to give one. Then maybe he'd get bored and leave, similar to the felines that find an already-killed wherry and just leave it there out of boredom.

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A smooth little smirk slid onto the man's lips as he felt the other male squirm, and he purposefully ground deep against him, giggling to himself. The blond settled after a moment and the blackette gave a pleased hum, licking his lips.

"Now why would I have said it if I thought it was a lie?" He replied with odd cheer as he stared thoughtfully down at M'kiru, biting his lip for a moment before--as though coming to a happy conclusion--he leaned down and gave the other's neck a good, long lick. "I stay away from broads, as you call 'em." He whispered, nibbling at the man's jaw, "Besides...I want you."

The man tilted his head--eyes at half mast--and lazily kissed down and around the other's throat, taking a moment to breathe deeply in beneath the blond's chin before directing his attention elsewhere. He sat up with infuriating slowness, grinding his ass very deeply into the other's hips as flickers of pleasure from the man's pitiful tone as well as from the jolts in his groin flashing brilliantly in his eyes. "No." He almost moaned, fingers wrapping powerfully in the man's shirt, "I don't want to 'lay off'."

He leaned back slowly, forcefully dragging M'kiru with him, until he was laying on his back, his hips in the water and the blond's legs between his own. He pulled the man forwards with a swift yank, tilting his head with lusty innocence as his hair spread out subtly beneath him and he arched upwards, pressing their hips together. "I want you, M'kiru. Badly." He gave a soft mewl, arching up again, and let his lips part, his eyes shockingly void of malignance. "Don't tell me you don't want me too. Don't tell me that you've never even considered..." He sat up slightly, pressing his lips just behind the man's earlobe, "how it would feel to move...in me."

ooc: Kekekekeke. Figures the first thing I do when I get back...is let T'el be his horny self<3

[Nia]

T'el really was too much for M'kiru to handle. He really wished that it had been someone else to come across him, anyone! Even one of the riders from Dalibor! ... as awkward and annoying as that would be, it would be far less awkward and annoying than this situation. M'kiru didn't want to think about it. T'el was one of the few people who could get under his skin, and even though he'd been a Renegade for a while he still couldn't figure out how to deal with people like him.

The blond closed his eyes and tried not to make any suggestive noises as T'el licked his neck. Gross. But that along with his words made M'kiru shiver involuntarily, but he managed to convince himself that was because the water was cold. He made a quiet sound of protest in response but other than that didn't comment on T'el's actions. "But.... I..." he started to say but was stopped by his own voice betraying him, keeping his eyes closed and tilting his head back as T'el moved to his neck, his breathing beginning to sound more and more shallow.

M'kiru meant to say something clever and witty in response to T'el's movements and words, but he found his throat catch as T'el moved against him. The blond was blushing quite a bit now, he was embarrassed and infuriated by how T'el was manipulating his feelings like that. M'kiru didn't bother resisting as T'el dragged him down, when T'el wanted something he wasn't about to give up.

However, the next few words out of T'el's mouth made the blond's eyes snap wide open in anger... and embarrassment. "No, I never..." he had to pause to get ahold of himself and actually form words rather than something akin to a moan, "I never thought... about that," he said semi-truthfully, shifting his eyes to the side so he wouldn't have to look T'el in the face. His pride wasn't going to allow himself to agree to whatever T'el wanted, but shards, he was getting close. The way the blackette would shift to such an innocent personality killed him. "But I... guess I'm going to find out...." he finally settled on saying when his voice came back, and that was the closest T'el was ever going to get to a "yes".

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[Nia]

Later.........

M'kiru opened his eyes, glad that he wasn't laying on his stomach because the sand would have stung, but horrified at the position he was laying in. As in, on his side with T'el's arm wrapped posessively around him. What had happened immediately sunk in as soon as he realized who he was laying next to, and he flung T'el's arm off him (it actually took considerable effort, since T'el was rather strong, even sleeping) and flailed away from the other man, panting in horror at what must have happened.

He didn't want to think about what could have happened, but his memories from perhaps hours, maybe a day, before and held his head in his hands, rubbing his temples and trying to clear his mind. He had just been swimming when T'el came along and... oh Faranth no, he didn't, he didn't! There was no way he could have actually agreed to do something like that with T'el. Never. Never! He must have been drugged or something, that was it. He was drugged, T'el had slipped him a drug and it had made him go along with minimal protests, rather than running for his dragon. Speaking of which....

Why didn't you stop him?! M'kiru snapped angerly at the Black, who was being rather quiet. Because Sjueth is bigger than me,

[/i] Thauth also sounded rather angry and bitter, though it was probably just M'kiru's mood rubbing off on him, And you have to learn to defend yourself,[/i] the dragon continued. M'kiru was furious and confused and he felt degraded. This was all T'el's fault. He was going to stay there holding his head in his hands and not move, forget the Renegades, forget everyone. It hadn't been M'kiru's first time, but he had always considered himself asexual and not interested in anything of the sort. Then came sharding T'el. Shards! Shells! Why had he done that!

For a moment, M'kiru thought he was actually going to cry, but he had far too much pride to allow that. However, just thinking about how badly his pride and dignity had been destroyed made a few tears fall, but he managed to stop them before he actually collapsed into a disgusting mess of self-pity. Should I-[/i] No. Just shut up.[/blockquote][/size]

[jack]

Nn...why, exactly, was he so cold? T'el frowned in his sleep, his arms grasping for his lovely little heater, only to find nothing at all! A soft grumble of an arguement slid past his lips, and he curled tighter into himself, mumbling and grumbling for a few moments before--as the heater did not return--he grudgingly opened his eyes. Slowly at first, the scenary blinked into place, along with a far too bright morning. He sat up quickly, rubbing his eyes, and cursed softly, staying that way for several moments before--at long last--the item of his displeasure caught his gaze.

At first, he stared, not entirely sure why M'kiru was sitting over there...or why he was mostly naked...or why T'el was mostly naked...and feeling more satisfied than he had in weeks. But as it dawned on him, that oh-so-familiar grin spread into place and he licked his lips in pleasure. The blackette stretched out almost catishly, rising from their impromptu bed with a full-out display of flexibility, and rose to his feet, calmly sashaying to where the blond now sat.

"What'cha doin' all the way over here, babe?" The Iron rider murmured as he slid his arms fondly around the man's shoulders, pulling him back against his chest even as he lazily attacked the blond's neck with soft, adoring kisses. Looking at his pet fondly, he noticed the very faint stains of tears, and his brow arched sharply, a less-than-pleased look on his face. When he wasn't actually trying to hurt other people, tears were not welcomed with glee.

A soft hum echoed in his throat and he leaned forwards, licking one trail up with a quick motion before--with an almost human sweetness--he nuzzled the man's cheek and jaw, murmuring softly. "What're th' tears for?" He slurred, sliding around until he was straddling the man's lap, his arms folded firmly around his neck and his eyes questioning, but relaxed and gentle. It was way too early after a lovely evening for his usual bravado. "Thought y' liked it..?"

[Nia]

Great, T'el was starting to wake up and notice he wasn't there anymore. M'kiru sighed, slightly glad that he had woken up first so T'el couldn't have decided to go another round while he was still asleep. That wouldn't be the best thing to wake up to... or it might have been better than this, depending on how he had been woken up. But that was a stupid thing to think about, so instead M'kiru dropped his hands into his lap but didn't look up.

M'kiru stared firmly at his hands, refusing to look at T'el even when he came over. He didn't make to move, though, and he didn't make to angerly shout at T'el, so maybe that was some progress. He finally looked up, though since T'el was now behind him he couldn't make eye-contact. But... the way he was acting was almost human. His touches were light and had an almost loving feel to them... not that M'kiru thought he was serious about it. M'kiru tried not to let himself "fall" for it, but he ended up giving in. He didn't start crying, but he did finally manage to make eye-contact with the other man.

"Why do you..." he started to say but stopped, figuring that wasn't the right way to go. Why did T'el care? Because T'el was weird. He was not going to get an answer from that question, so he started again. "It... was just a moment of weakness that I'm regretting," he finally settled on, deciding that was a good-sounding answer. He wasn't crying. Not anymore, at least. So there was no problem. T'el got what he wanted, so they could leave now. This kind of thing must happen a lot, right? Apparently not, if T'el got so weirdly human about a few tears.

[jack]

T'el wasn't entirely sure he liked this new "phase" the blond was going through. As long as he had known the obnoxious young man, he'd been rude and hated his guts, but always seemed to be fairly...well...strong. Mean as a cornered wherry, maybe, but strong. The man had never before backed down to the blackette until last night--which was amaaaazing--but...well. T'el had no idea a good "romp in the furs" meant a total mental break down.

"Weakness." He murmured in reply a soft flash of displeasure in his stare, "So...it was weakness." The youth licked his lips slowly, his eyes unreadable as he stared steadily at the other, not moving a muscle. Several tense moments passed, but at long last he leaned carefully forwards, pressing his lips firmly--but almost tenderly--against M'kiru's. He leaned back slowly, licking his lips again, and with his eyes at a lazy half mast, cracked a grin. "Funny. I didn't peg you for a guy who made mistakes due to 'moments of weakness.'"

T'el laughed, a low and oddly relaxed noise, and absently reached out, running his fingers through the man's long hair curiously. He drew several strands closer to inspect, lazily pressing a kiss on them before letting them slide through his fingers. "You know, M'kiru.." He started at last, staring at the man's lips as though refusing to meet his eyes, "Much as I'm sure you think I do, I don't sleep with...just anyone." He lifted his eyes slowly meeting the blond's eyes stubbornly. There was a shocking amount of sanity in his stare, more than had been there in a very, very long time. It was clear, even from that stare alone, that the blackette was coming down from the tower he had built himself a decade ago.

But as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, the man's wicked grin back in place as he quickly pushed the other back, pinning him to the ground. "I sleep with anyone I want to. And I wanted to sleep with you. Still do! But..." He leaned down, stretching out to lay on the man's stomach, his elbows on M'kiru's chest and his head resting on one hand. "When I'm...as interested in a fellow as I am you, I don't force." He licked his lips lazily, his eyes practically whirling with bad thoughts, "And you can call it weakness all you want. I call it a shardin' good time that I am more that willing to repeat, and you should too."

[Nia]

And just as T'el was confused about M'kiru's state of mind at the moment, the blond was now very confused about T'el. He much prefered their moments of shouting at each other to this... weird, awkward tenderness that made him uncomfortable. His stupid tears had probably brought this on, and it was a huge blow to his pride to have someone he felt so much loathing for actually try to comfort him. He wanted to lash out in anger at the other man, but just couldn't bring himself to do it. It was a weird feeling and he didn't like it.

The almost-tender kiss made M'kiru turn bright red and attempt to avoid eye-contact, though the words could have easily made M'kiru red due to anger and not embarrassment. "Hmph. It happens sometimes," he snapped bitterly. It wasn't a very clever "comeback" and even to M'kiru it felt very halfhearted, but he was trying to regain his old mental state. He didn't comment as T'el ran his fingers through his hair, and merely looked at the other man's forehead when he spoke, perfectly fine with no eye-contact. Shards... why was he saying such... such... such... weird things! It wasn't like him, and M'kiru didn't know how to react. He was mean to most other people, he got into fights and laughed at cruelty, so no one had ever been this... nice to him. The only time he'd ever even come this close to someone was probably with Thauth, and even then the touch of insanity that the Black had made their relationship a laughing, cruel, playful teasing one. Also, Thauth was his dragon and they were supposed to be close. M'kiru kept his distance with other people, because people weren't worth his time.

M'kiru began to harshly shove himself back up when T'el pushed him down, but eventually gave up, though his eyes flashed in anger at the thought of possibly having to go through something equally traumatizing. Interested in him?! That was a sharding load and M'kiru defintely didn't trust T'el's words. He wanted to, but... really? Trusting someone like him? No way. Never ever ever.

He clenched his fists and took a deep breath before finally responding. "You keep saying these things! I've seen what you do, you can't trick me like you've tricked so many others. I'm not going to be swayed again by your stupid sweet words," he snapped, but then sighed, "I can't tell when you're being serious and when you're not, and it's confusing and annoying. I..." what was he even going to say next? Confess that he just hadn't actually done this in a while (well, not anymore, but still) and hadn't even thought he liked other human beings until recently? That would just be a stupid. "I don't know. Prove you're not lying," he finally ground out, narrowing his eyes.

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T'el tilted his head softly to the side, his stare absently interested and his hair falling to one cheek. He blinked and his smirk grew for an instant before fading lazily as he reached up with one hand and absently ran a finger down M'kiru's neck. "You know what I do." He stated, licking his lips, "Well alright. What do I do? Who do I trick?" He leaned in slightly, his eyes flashing, and a crazed grin spread onto his lips, "I kidnap. I rape. I destroy sanity and take away privileged. I make people dependent on me if I can, and just take what I want if I can't."

He sat up but didn't allow M'kiru to do the same, looking mildly annoyed at the accusation, "I am straightforward, and I happily will explain exactly what i want from a situation if it'll get it to me." The blackette licked his lips and ground down into M'kiru, giving a soft hum of amused pleasure before--without warning--he rose to his feet. "So tell me, what is it I do? What tricks do I play?" Grinning widely, he offered a hand to M'kiru, and dragged him into his arms, dipping him gracefully before pulling him to his feet and wrapping his arms around his back.

Lazily, he nibbled on the man's neck, eyes sliding closed. He seemed content to do so, but reluctantly withdrew, stepping back and away--although he took a quick look over~<3. "What can I do to prove it, hm?"

[Nia]

M'kiru was cornered. T'el... really was a straightforward kind of person, wasn't he? He just confused M'kiru because they weren't the same. It was weird and confusing and it still bothered him that he couldn't figure out someone who was so damn forward about what he wanted. What did he want to know about this guy? Nothing, really. The answer was nothing, because T'el had nothing to know about. He was what he was, and that was basically what he'd just said. M'kiru shouldn't be as confused and weirdly upset as he was. It was stupid.

"I don't know..." he muttered, looking down. But he did meet T'el's eyes fairly quickly, disliking the fact that T'el wasn't allowing him to sit up too. He just disliked the helplessness of someone else being in control, but last night hadn't... really been like that. He hadn't quite been in control, but... it hadn't been all that bad. Maybe it was just the fact that it was T'el that had made him react so weird. And because just like T'el was saying, M'kiru was fearing that he might even be growing attached to the other man.

The blond took T'el's hand without hesitating and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, much prefering to be on eye-level with the blackette, though he was took by surprise when he was dragged into T'el's arms, and he tensed, though relaxed a bit when T'el started to nuzzle his neck, though it was strange and M'kiru told himself he disliked it. "Nothing... I guess. You can't do anything to prove it. You don't play any tricks. Like you said, you kidnap, rape, destroy sanity, take what you want... so it doesn't matter," he paused before continuing, "But... I don't know... just... stay here. For a little," he answered pathetically, hating himself for falling for whatever T'el was trying to do... which was probably to make M'kiru dependant on him. He had mentioned that. And M'kiru hated himself for falling for it.

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A small smile curved onto T'el's lips and he shifted, running his fingers through M'kiru's hair. He seemed to ponder the question for a moment, but as he held the man's hair back behind his head, then pulled him forwards into a kiss, seemed to make up his mind. "Very well then." He agreed, licking his lips as he drew away, "I certainly don't mind."

With a soft chuckle he moved back a bit further from the water, finding a nice sunny rock to plop down on. He stretched out absently, yawning, and beckoned M'kiru over, "Of course, you'll have to let me sleep. Much as I'd love a second round, I happen to be nice and worn out." Giving a lop-sided grin, with a wink, he shifted and relaxed into a comfortable position, winding himself around M'kiru when(since I assume he did) he joined him. "We'll have to do this again sometime." He mumbled almost absently, his eyes already closed.