Reciprocation [Victor Lark]

[Seven Xu]

Seven had taken little initiative to control their direction, though as their laughter mixed and chimed in harmony he didn’t appear to care. Pastel colors ran together between the dying afternoon sky and falling rain, painting the looming citadel walls with streaks of pearl and dun grey. More than once, Victor had swooped too close to a corner and encouraged Seven’s rolling laughter and tensed bony fingers that clung feebly to the slope of his shoulders.

Seven found himself deeply involved in the scent of his companion; the hot sweat rose in Victor’s efforts and lingered in tantalizing beads on a smooth olive neck. His chin dipped from the bobbing view of strange faces and wet stone to revel in the clammy, air cooled span of flesh that lay above a white pin-striped collar. There he stayed, until the sky itself tilted and spun and he was thrown from the warmth of Victor’s body to find himself struggling to remain upright. The ground had yet to settle beneath his feet before he found his back pushed against the rough stone of the Bittern District wall and the heat encompassed him again.

His thin dress had grown damp and translucent, the guise of femininity washing away in the light rain along with any pressure to return the garment in favor of his normal clothing. Their lips barely parted as Seven spoke. “Come on,” he pleaded breathlessly, hands flying up to wrap around the curve of Victor’s ears and linger in the soft, damp hair that fell over them, “we’re almost there.”

As soon as the door clicked shut, the dress was cast aside and forgotten with the suit jacket that had done little to keep his shoulders dry. The lantern was still on; burning on its last reserve of oil and creating a brilliant yellow glow that bounced off of grey stone and illuminated the newly painted ‘window’ on their far wall. The paint still glimmered in spots where it had been slathered on thicker, suggesting it hadn’t quite dried. Seven nearly stumbled again as he pulled Victor towards the corner where a bed lay unmade.

A hand drifted to Victor’s chest, easily parting him from the confines of a linen shirt. He’d counted those scars several times over; ten clean lines drawn light across olive skin spoke of some battle won—or perhaps lost—with the dangers of the feral Wildlands. Lips held back heated breath as they dipped to caress Victor’s collarbone and wandering fingers drooped to his waist to discard the remainder of the suit before exploring the second collection of more haphazard scars that marred youthful skin. Seven wasn’t sure if that perpetual grin was capable of crumpling beneath embarrassment or compromised self-worth, but his hand would not linger there long enough to let it. Another backward step sent him into a stumble and he was caught between the embrace of a soft mattress and that of Victor, whom he’d taken down with him.

The brush of rain-caressed skin on skin sent a shiver of warmth up milky thighs; as their bodies tangled he drank in every sensation, every spot their skin touched. Finally, he ended his expedition with a rapturous kiss—the reward for Victor’s patience: that burning aphrodisiac, delivered on sweet saliva and an impossibly soft tongue.

“I want to go to Alvadas with you,” When Seven’s lips finally strayed, he murmured a response to a question of intentions long forgotten. A slack mouth tightened into a triumphant grin as his fingers reveled in the curve of naked hips perfectly aligned with his. “I am going to Alvadas with you.”

[Victor Lark]

He hardly parted from Seven’s escaping embrace, breathing only the brief air that mingled between their dancing tongues. Every foot forward was a mile he fell into a pit of blind carnality and adamant desire, a step into the man that moved him carefully across the tiny room and stripped him of the linen skin that bound him to decency and dishonesty. He could feel the hot blood race beneath cool, damp skin, pale as porcelain but soft as lilies. That body, which he had embraced in innocent darkness for so many days, felt new again as it moved from the trembling yellow light and into his wriggling shadow. A touch of venom stole a moan from Victor’s throat and left him pressing hard against the warm abdomen beneath him; Seven would soon discover how the human was incapable of delicacy when real and undeceiving lusts filled him.

Alvadas entered the air through lips that dared to temporarily deprive him of their grasp, and a spark of dreamy adoration fused with prevailing physical responses. While it served as fuel to the heat that steamed between them, he would not let it be a distraction. A faint smile broke the heavy passion on his lips. He clutched Seven’s chin with unrelenting strength and stretched a single finger over his lips. “The future is so far away, Leth-face,” he breathed, “Let me be here, with you.”

Then he pulled Seven’s beautiful head up by the end of his jaw, to take hold of his mouth in another long, fierce kiss. Once he dropped him back to the pillow, his wild hands scoured down feminine curves to the manhood that blazed just beyond; but then he pressed on to trace the dimpled flesh between white thighs and grey sheets. His eyes laughed as they tried to look past the surface of the rosy gaze beneath them. Tell me what you feel, he had said once, but he knew that now; he was more confident than he had ever been before, in his knowing. No, there was something more to discover in those eyes that swarmed with devotion and pleasure; Victor tore his lips away and said, “Tell me what you want.”

[Seven Xu]

Victor’s splintering grip that threatened to leave white skin purple was nothing short of exhilarating. Seven’s body spasmed and encouraged the harsh grip of lust-driven hands that, to most, may have been a deterrent. Any final thought regarding Alvadas was swallowed between an astonished moan and another impassioned kiss. When Victor’s vice-grip released Seven’s face and drifted south to briefly embrace turgid heat, he coaxed narrow hips to jerk from the mattress, guiding the exploratory hand further. When he was allowed another short reprieve from their ongoing kiss, inspired pink lips let forth a breathless whisper, “I want you.”

Seven wouldn’t find the nerve to voice the lewd elaboration of his carnal need; instead, wanton lips coated white digits with clean saliva—unfettered by acidic venom—before they slipped out of sight. A familiar blush danced freely across his face as his hand dipped to palm Victor where his body cried loudest in its silent plead for release. For a moment, Seven lingered, proud to revel in the hot desire that he’d drawn out of his lover, before guiding him beneath the curve of prone thighs. “I love—,” whether the sentiment was cut off by the following gasp as unrelenting fire filled his loins or his own drunken hesitation Seven would never admit; instead, his eager mouth found the slack lips that hovered above him to offer its venomous embrace.


The following early morning heralded an exchange of the dainty chiffon shift and its matching sandals. Seven had gone alone, dressed in whatever looked most presentable—which happened to be the neat pinstripes of Victor’s dress shirt and the comforting wrap of his well-worn ebony pants. He’d even left his boots at the weaving shop; each heel-bouncing, cheerful stride counted another blessing that his companion was similar in build. On the return trip, Seven managed to fit a pair of wrapped and sweetened bagels under his free arm, still hot from the very bakery they had visited the day before. The sunlight that painted the citadel walls all shades of pearlescent grey was nearly as bright as the halfblood’s face-splitting smile: today was a new day.

End

PurchasesVictor
Silk Cravat ?
Custom linen suit (Linen jacket, shirt, pants) 8sm?
Cotton pantsx3 3sm
Cotton shirtsx4 4sm
Cranberry Scone ?
Oat Cake ?
Lunch at The White Swan 5gm

Seven
2 Bagels ?
What a cheap bastard

[Growl]

Appreciation Time! Name: Victor Experience: +5 Rhetoric, +3 Interrogation, +5 Seduction, +1 Investigation, +5 Socializing, +2 Observation Lore: Waking Seven Xu, An Elegant Weave (Basic), Taking Seven Out, The White Swan (Basic), Do You Think She Wants You?, Kalinor (Basic), The Streets of Syliras (Very Basic) Ledger: Silk Cravat- 1.1 GM Custom Linen Suit- 8 SM 3 Cotton Pants- 3 SM 4 Cotton Shirts- 4 SM Cranberry Scone- 2 CM Oat Cake- 2 CM Lunch- 5 GM +1 Map, (given by Seven), detailing the streets in Syliras Name: Seven Experience: +5 Rhetoric, +5 Seduction, +3 Interrogation, +5 Socializing, +2 Observation, +1 Teaching, +1 Cartography Lore: He Wasn't There, An Elegant Weave (Basic), Putting on a Dress, Don't You Want a Man?, The White Swan (Basic), I Want to go With You Ledger: 2 Bagels- 5 CM Additional Notes: Please make the changes to your ledger, and feel free to PM me with questions or concerns.