Leaving a designed for him bedroom - for this one night in this new, strange city set upon rocks rising from the ocean - Raha wasn't sure what he was looking for. Restless and nearly itchy since their ship's arrival in Limsa Lominsa, if he dared, he would protest Rammbroes's idea of staying here for the night before moving forward toward their goal... and now he was almost ready to offer the tall Roegendyn his thanks - perhaps he would, in the morning...
Or - perhaps - he would curse him once he had a chance to sober up... Not that it mattered right now...
No, right now - as his head buzzed with a few drinks too much - the only thing in his universe that mattered was surrounding him mind-numbing heat of the taller, more muscular frame. The sweet, apple-like scent filled his head with every shaky, shared breath and bitter-sweet taste of the stranger's kiss.
...deep, near-brutal kiss that felt like the impossibly beautiful male wanted to eat him alive...
It started innocent enough, he thought in a daze when they ran out of air and the bruised, pretty lips pulled back with too-obvious reluctance. They trailed along the line of his jaw, headed down his throat, and Raha had to arch his neck in submission as he fought to catch his breath, involuntarily tightening his fingers in the soft, dark hair at the back of the other Seeker's head. When none of his books would hold his attention and the breeze pouring through the window in his room seemed to call him, taking a walk along the hanging bridges of the city seemed like a glorious idea to clear his head.
Nothing further from the truth as the moment he somewhat gingerly stepped into the area of the tavern belonging to the inn, it was impossible to miss the lone figure by one of the tables. Even harder to ignore the instant pull of the pale blue, ice-like eyes glazed with at least a few too many sips of whatever drink filled the cup the male seemed busy trying to drown his sorrows in. And suddenly, it felt paramount to find out what was that had the stranger so seemingly upset... His inborn curiosity, he put the blame on, not the fact that his insides clenched with unfamiliar, burning hunger at the very first look at the achingly beautiful features.
Slight slurs of the deep voice hardly mattered when the sound itself was enough to have his ears eagerly up and send pleasant shivers along the length of his spine, curling his tail with bliss. They didn't even exchange names, and perhaps that anonymity - not to mention a few more drinks that gave him that pleasant buzz - was what led to the gorgeous male sharing his woe in a stuttering, slurring whisper. Finding out that the drink was supposed to help a stranger gather the courage to confess to a years-long crush, to a male at that, somehow was more disappointing than anything else and his own slurred statement that if even he - never before attracted to men - found the blue-eyed brunette irresistible... charged the air between them with something else than accidental camaraderie in the dark, nearly empty tavern. Some faceless stranger seemed to matter so little when his blood shimmered with the heat every time pale irises looked drawn to his mouth with every following word. And when one of the tired-looking waitresses announced the last call, it seemed like a marvelous idea to invite the stranger to continue their chat back in his temporary bedroom.
What could possibly be wrong about that, suggested that gentle buzz even if he was still surprised that the beautiful Seeker accepted. It didn't take long - half of a bell at the very most - for him to get pinned down into his (temporary) mattress by the bigger male.
It felt like a haze of the fantasy dreamed up in the deepest night by a depraved mind. Or his lonely heart, as the heat of the lips on his skin tasted of want, somehow as achingly tender as it was fierce. The big, hot hand felt like a brand of fire as it pressed under his vest on his lower back, hesitantly petting the base of his tail. The sensation alone prompted his legs to part and accommodate the pleasure of the male's weight between them, introducing a mind-numbing relief on its press against his more than interested cock. The relief swiftly turned into the torture of the far, far too tight material confining it and barring it from the heat downright rolling off the body on top of him. Turned it into the fever of need for friction that tore an embarrassingly loud mewl of arousal from his throat when sharp teeth nipped at the mark on his throat, followed by an even hotter swipe of the distinctively rough-feeling tongue. Not even the rock-hard flesh pressing fully against his own seemed as intimidating as it should when the ink-black ear twitched by his fingers, and a maddeningly deep, ragged groan vibrated on his skin, soon chased by mercilessly breathtaking if a tad hesitant roll of the other Seeker's hips.
"A-Azeyma... too h-hot," purred into the junction of his neck and shoulder had his ears stand up at attention, and without conscious thought on his mad brain's part, his legs wrapped around his partner's hips, rolling and helplessly searching for relief. That it elected another lovely sound: ragged breath followed by downright insistent and loud purrs. That hand at his lower back slid down to curl over his buttock, his body didn't seem to mind. No, instead, it took it for permission to squirm as with the tight grip on black hair, Raha pulled the stranger into another scorching kiss, far too hungry for more of that bitter-sweet flavor to think about anything, much less the consequences.
Soon whimpering breathlessly under seemingly even hungrier mouth as the male rutted into him insistently, his free hand scrambled down the brunette's wide back, pushing under the waistband of his dark pants for his fingers to dig into the heated, taut muscle. Clenching and relaxing them to force a rhythm in how the male moved above him so deliciously, increasingly aggressively, he moaned as the pressure mounting at the base of his spine grew painful. And as if reading it, his... lover broke the kiss with a choked gasp, and before Raha knew what happened, that set of sharp teeth sank into his shoulder right above the collar of his vest, accompanied by a harsh stroke of the male's hips and he came with an embarrassingly desperate whine.
Shuddering in the mad heat of it and whimpering breathlessly, he hardly minded when the bigger male snarled into his skin, then shoved the limp grip of his legs off. In a flash of the movement - if he could notice it: too fast to be natural - he was rolled over to his stomach and lost his already shaky breath when the other Seeker pinned him down again.
A hard tug pulled his red vest open wider, off his shoulder, and was followed by another sharp bite that choked a whimper from his mouth as his whole body went plaint instinctively. With a shaky grip on the sheets, he arched his back in submission, pushing his ass into the hard, insistent press of his lover's dick, barely half-conscious of that. Only feeling another hard tug that mercilessly pulled his pants down to his knees somewhat shook up his lust-clogged brain with a reminder of the obscene offer that back then sounded disgusting. Yet now... Now, as the bite at his shoulder vibrated with a choked but pleading whine and a bare, scorching hot cock rubbed against his buttock insistently... his insides clenched with the fiery need to feel that flesh push up into him.
Suddenly nothing mattered but that burn in his blood begging for the dark-haired male and his claim. To for a minute - scarce moment - belong to someone, to be wanted, and shamefully burying his far too-hot face in the crumpled sheet, curling his tail with instinctive possessiveness about the stranger's hip, Raha stammered an instruction in a breathless plea... Nearly shaking in embarrassed want when the Seeker stilled completely and pulled back from his maddening bite with a shaky gasp. To melt when one of those big, hot hands curled about his cheek with heartbreaking tenderness and tilted his head out of the sheets until his gaze met the dazed shine of pale irises.
"Are you... s-sure...?" the male breathed in that deep, now hoarse with want voice, and Raha licked his dry lips nervously but nodded, buzz gone as it felt like his face would burn away. "Gods... So cute..." the brunette whispered and shifted over him, and those too-pretty lips pressed against his cheek tenderly at the same time as his hand moved over the redhead's face and two of his fingertips pushed on the corner of his lips. He blushed even hotter and closed his eyes but obediently opened his mouth, letting the digits in. He curled his tongue around them, laving them generously in saliva as the male cooed sweet praises into his overheated skin.
He mewled incoherently when those fingers pulled back, swiftly exchanged for the brunette's sweet flavor still tinted with the bitterness of the drink, and his tongue tangled with another - as rough - when the tall Seeker shifted again, and one digit gingerly reached and rimmed his opening then hesitantly pressed inside him. The male swallowed his gasp, then moan, and fed him another round of purrs in return.
Soon it was all that existed in his world: the mixed vibrations of their increasingly desperate sounds on his tongue, the rough press of one, then two fingers pumping into him with growing impatience. The sweet scent of apple, musky and thick with need, as entangled with his as their tongues. And when the male shifted once more, then the press of his fingers was exchanged for a much hotter, harder flesh that breached his insides, and the sensation took his breath away. He broke the kiss with a choked whimper and buried his face in the sheets, as embarrassed as on fire at how impossibly good that felt. Yet when the male stilled, hesitating and panting into his neck raggedly, he whined and pushed back onto the scorching intrusion. He was rewarded with the burn of it sinking deeper and maddeningly arousing whimper teasing his ears. The gorgeous male pushed his right hand under him, splaying it over his abdomen as fingers of his left with disarming hesitation - almost like asking for permission - slipped in between his. Raha let his hand let go of the sheet to return the grip, lacing their fingers tightly and holding on for dear life when the stranger took a deep, staggering breath then, in a roll against his back... took him.
Claimed him... the outcast that no one ever wanted before, and even if he regrets that come morning... for that precious moment of belonging to this impossibly gorgeous male, it felt more than worth it. Tightening his grip both around the brunette's fingers and in the sheets, biting down on the material to stifle his moans, Raha let himself relish the feeling, panting through his nose as the male groaned and pulled back just an ilm to push into him again. He lost his breath at the sensation of the deep, deep friction against... something inside him that sent a jolt of lightning along his nerve endings. And again, the Seeker downright whimpered into his neck and repeated the movement harder and deeper.
Nearly arching off the mattress with choked whines with every deep stroke, he rolled with them, mad with the hunger for more... and the male delivered, soon making the whole bed shake with the rhythm of their bodies. And deafened by the mix of their noises, by the obscene sound of the flesh hitting flesh, by the squeaks and groans of the bed as the way brunette took him grew more and more aggressive, possessive, desperate... Raha's ears drank in it all, engraving it in his sore heart and mindlessly mewling and moaning his pleasure. Tightening his tail unconsciously around his lover, he pushed back onto his thrusts without hesitation, then choked on a surprised groan when that hand over his abdomen slipped down and curled between his legs, adding a deliciously hot friction over his cock. That was just too much - too good - and he nearly meowed softly as he came, blinded and deaf with the wild staccato of his heartbeat. His whole body spasmed, and his lover's aggressive and desperate snarl was his only warning before the male on top of him pushed into him harder twice and spilled with a choked, relieved groan.
It should feel wrong, his bliss-numbed brain suggested briefly. The sensation of the brunette's cum pumping into him in thick, almost too-hot pulses. Or the fact that they both were still mostly clothed as the material of his lover's pants rubbed against the backsides of his thighs. His own, pulled taut around his knees. But as the male's fingers tightened around his limp ones and despite panting harshly - still rocking into him in now slower, almost lazy rhythm - he nuzzled into his neck almost... gratefully, purring near-deafeningly, Raha couldn't bring himself to regret it - now at least - far too drunk on the heat.
On the intoxicating aroma of their mixed scents and the sensation of someone - for once - wanting him. Despite his cursed, mismatched eyes - the male had to notice - or his usual awkwardness... When the gorgeous brunette whispered something into his neck, he missed it due to his heartbeat's wild, elated rhythm.
"...huh?" he muttered hesitantly, delicately shifting under the male's pleasantly heated weight and twitching his ears in an attempt to clear his head.
"You're mine now," the deep rumbly purr was accompanied by the brunette's right arm moving under him, turning into a vice across his chest, and more insistent nuzzle into his skin. "My deliciously scented redhead..." The slight slur was hard to miss, but Raha choked down the instant pang of guilt - for a moment, letting himself enjoy the fantasy of this beautiful, fiercely tender male actually wanting him.
Him, not some faceless stranger that came sober the brunette would remember and properly hate him - Raha - for shamelessly using his vulnerability. For the selfish want of his heat and sweet taste...
"Yours..." he breathed, closing his eyes and drowning in the pleasure of the afterglow, letting his aching heart delude itself with the fantasy of those deep purrs growing happy notes and the possessive grip tightening around his body.
Some still sane part of his mind raced to assure the rest that he shouldn't enjoy it or the way soon his lover's weight grew increasingly as his breath slowed down gradually and his purrs slowed down, dropping deeper. So soothing... almost as much as surrounding him heat, even as the tight grip around him loosened up. Raha yawned into the sheet, turning his head lazily, and his red-cyan eyes got stuck at the sight of their still intertwined fingers almost right in front of them as his eyelids grew impossibly heavy. Blinking sleepily, he smiled involuntarily when the brunette's fingers tightened around his, and his lover grumbled something incoherent against his neck, then sighed softly. Next, he heard a slow but rumbling snore-purr.
The last thing before exhaustion claimed him...
He woke up with a start at the loud staccato of hard knocking on the heavy wood of the door. Entangled into a muscular frame wrapped around his back, it took his sleep-fogged brain a good moment to connect the impossibly relaxing heat to the clogged memories of the last night... but when it did, his heart nearly stopped, then doubled its rhythm. His face ablaze with mortification, he shifted enough to toss a terrified look at the relaxed expression on the impossibly beautiful face of the stranger, blinking rapidly until the aggravating sound repeated, and the male's flinch made his heart stop again.
"Y-Yeah?" He croaked toward the door, praying for the mercy of the brunette's apparent unconsciousness.
"G'raha, we leave in ten! Grab your things and meet us in the tavern!" Rammbroes's muffled voice sounded behind the door, and his ears flattened against his head as the realization of what he did crash in and took his breath away.
His message delivered, the expedition's leader seemingly left, and without stopping to think - or looking at the sleeping, gorgeous male - with an effort, he untangled from his tight embrace, flushing up to his hairline at the sore feeling of his nether regions. Even more at the telltale dampness slipping his body with the movement. The male grumbled a complaint sleepily when he carefully climbed over him, holding his breath and praying for him to stay unconscious. Some merciful god had to feel generous because the brunette sighed softly and buried deeper into sheets, soon snore-purring again. He ignored the way the sound made his stupid heart flutter helplessly and, tightening his jaw painfully, hastily packed his belongings into the traveling bag, every moment tossing nervous looks toward the stranger.
He knew he should wake him up and beg forgiveness... He knew, but the thought was far, far too terrifying. As his insides burned with shame, he chose to be a coward, checking his looks in the mirror hastily, fixing his hair as best he could under the circumstances, then with the last, downright scared look toward the male, he grabbed his bag and snuck out like a thief. And felt like it, too, hazily remembering the gorgeous brunette's drunken admission of being a virgin - shocking as it was for a male this beautiful. He was too, but it didn't lessen his guilt any as Raha headed toward the tavern, staring under his boots as his face burned with mortification.
At sixteen, barely past puberty, he refused an offer from a much, much older woman with a laugh - taking it for a joke - and she clearly didn't seem to share his amusement, going out of her way and using her influence to give him a reputation... he didn't like to think about. Soon the whole Old Sharlayan buzzed with the news that freak-eyed reject was no better than a depraved whore, and after that... well, the only people who didn't instantly scoff with disgust at the sight of him were the ones that had offers that made his skin crawl something beyond fierce. Finally being able to leave behind that Twelve-forsaken city, he thought he would find relief in Eorzea... and his hopes were dashed as soon as he boarded the ship, seeing that that fucking bitch was apparently part of this expedition, too. Standing by Rammbroes at the time, she sent him a smirk that turned the blood in his veins into the chill of the glacier, and then, she turned the three-week-long sea voyage into a nightmare he wouldn't ever forget, harassing him insistently. Others pretended not to see it, perhaps scared to share in his infame if they dared to turn attention to the behavior unfit for a respected professor of the Studium. A few sneered at him like they were convinced that his reputation back home made it okay... And the very first night on the dry land... Oh, gods...
When he entered the tavern and dared to rise his eyes, it was her mocking gaze that was the first that caught his stare... and at least it helped him with his blush because he paled instantly at the reminder of what he would be faced with the rest of his stay with this expedition. And somehow, even the earlier tantalizing mystery of the Crystal Tower didn't seem that worth it... and his stupid, stupid heart suddenly helplessly lurched, missing the seeming safety of the muscular arms and the soothing heat of the brunette's embrace.
But then the thought of the male's assured rage at his... unbidden seduction chased that yearning instantly, leaving only the burn of shame behind as given directions, he silently followed the others. The only relief was in the thought that he would never see that man again... no matter how much - at the same time - it made his stupid heart thump in misery.
'I think a good fuck is the best way to cure pinning after impossible,' told him Thancred once with a strange look in his brown eyes, and at the time, Senri remembered frowning with confusion - pretending that his stomach didn't lurch with the terror of the thought that his best friend somehow realized his... crush, and it was his way of letting him know the answer before he could embarrass himself. But then the ashen-haired Hyur laughed, and he told himself - convinced himself - that it was just his imagination.
And yet - years later - he finally understood, sleepily reaching across the crumpled, spice-scented sheets, palming after the sweet heat of HIS cute redhead with gorgeous, mismatched eyes. With a lovely low voice that had this impossibly arousing and, at the same time, soothing quality that, from the first moment - despite the buzz of the alcohol and his crap tolerance for it - sent rounds of shivers down his spine and made his tail flick with unbound, embarrassing interest. Embarrassing until too many times his dazed eyes caught the way red-cyan eyes constantly focused on his mouth, and his Blessing-enhanced already Miqo'te sensitive nose picked up the telltale scent that usually assaulted his senses from females, spiking his temper.
Yet, his redheaded wonder was definitely very male despite his unbearable cuteness. With the adorable blushes and constant biting of his pretty plush lips, he still was convinced that he had read that scent wrong even as the male somewhat gingerly invited him to his bedroom. For a chat, nothing more, his inebriated brain insisted, and he was fine with that as long as he got a moment longer with the redhead's deliciously spicy scent. Like a mix of cinnamon and almonds, in perfect proportions to hook into his brain and chase any thought of his miserable crush.
He couldn't even remember who made the first move - praying that it wasn't him at some level - and suddenly his senses swam with the unmatched sweetness of those plush lips, and before he knew... No, a lie, because his body always burned the buzz of the alcohol at an unnatural speed, and his memory with razor-sharp clarity supplied the reminder that it was him who - led by the intoxicating spike in the delicious scent - wrapped his hand over the redhead's neck and his shame was won over by the burning curiosity for the flavor of that pretty mouth. More than sure that he would balk and push him away when instead the red-cyan eyes glazed over and the redhead's hand fisted in his hair pulling Senri closer... he wasn't proud about how he lost the grip on his leash, not even asking the wonder's name as he should before shamelessly pouncing on him like a beast so few realized that lived under his skin...
...yet, considering what followed, he couldn't bring himself to regret it, either...
Senri scowled darkly when in his search, his fingertips pushed against the hard, cold wall, not finding the warmth they were looking for. He finally opened his eyes, and his ears flattened against his head to not see the redhead next to him - so adorably curled into his arms the last time he had woken up out of habit at the break of dawn. Soothed instantly by his sweet snore-purrs and delicious scent, he fell asleep again. Now HIS redhead had the temerity to leave the bed, apparently! He sat up groggily, with a pounding headache - the usual price for drinking too much - and... his heart dropped at the sight of the completely empty room. The few books and other belonging spread about it last night were missing now - as was his spice-scented lover - and before he could even gather his bearings, he jumped out of bed with an enraged hiss, his long, black tail whipping with aggression building up in his gut as his pale, frost-chilled eyes trailed over the room.
'Yours...' the redheaded wonder accepted his claim... to now slip...?
"...mine..." he growled under his breath, swiftly fixing his disheveled clothes and heading toward the door, all of his Eorzea-famed determination focused on only one goal: finding HIS redhead and explaining in EXPLICIT detail that rare as it was, nothing and NO ONE slipped the claim of T'senri Tia, the Twelve-forsaken Warrior of Light.
No matter the consequences or the price, accepting his claim, the redhead sealed his fate - and after finding him and fucking his wonderfully tight ass into submission, he would teach him to love the leash of his possessive grip, even if that's the last thing he would do... With that thought burning at the back of his mind, he set the usual mask on his face as he neared the door of the Drowning Wench, swiftly scanning the room after his wayward lover. Ignoring the enamored looks tossed his way as usual, he stomped toward the familiar-looking waitress from last night when he didn't see his target.
"Excuse me," he said to catch her attention, and the blonde turned around, getting a too-familiar glassy look in her green eyes as she pressed the empty platter she held against her stomach.
"Warrior!" she chirped, discreetly tossing the suspicious look toward the direction he came from, and the flash of understanding dawned in her eyes, mixed with more than a hint of disappointment. "Ah... may I help you...?" she trailed off with a more than slightly fake smile, probably already dying to spread the gossip of her suspicions... and for once, truly, Senri didn't give a fuck, utterly focused on his goal.
"The redhead I was with last night...? Did you see him leave?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest and tapping his fingers against his bare bicep impatiently.
"Ah...?" the blonde Seeker blinked rapidly, then slightly flushed, freeing her hand to somewhat shakily point toward the elevator. "Y-Yes, Warrior, he left some time ago with the rest of his group..."
"Do you know where they were heading?" he barely managed to keep the usual smile in place when she blinked again, then shook her head, folding both hands around the platter again.
"No, sorry, sir," she replied, flushing darker. "I was busy with the tables, just saw them out of the corner of my eye... But I would guess they were bound for the airship landing."
Meaning he could be anywhere around Eorzea right now... Or on his way toward any of the other city-states... and he didn't even know his name, for fuck's sake, to ask at the landing...! Involuntarily dropping his mask, Senri swore under his nose and then headed toward the elevator anyway, hoping that his unusual eyes would be enough to catch someone's attention and give him a direction to chase after.
Dusk found sulking Senri sprawling on one of the bridges hanging high above the Aetheryte in Revanant's Toll, wrists crossed behind his head as he stared daggers at the darkening sky above him. Sulking was a beyond a delicate way to describe how downright pissed off he was after having to give up with none at Limsa's landing having a clue who he was searching for. One of the ticketeers sent him into a pointless ghost-chase to Gridania, remembering a 'group' heading there soon before his arrival, and only there he found it was a fucking pilgrimage to the Sanctum of the Twelve, very much missing his wayward redhead. Losing time there, when he checked in Ul'dah, a guard by the airship landing remembered the unusual awkwardness accompanied by mismatched eyes of the redhead that apparently stumbled into him. But the Lalafel in Flame's colors had no idea where that group headed, leaving swearing Senri with no direction to follow.
Resigned as the hunger came calling when the hangover lessened some, he headed to the Rising Stones, pretending the usual cheer as he ate the dinner, showered, changed, and left the building to 'sulk' in peace, considering his options. He had no intentions of giving up, by now nearly obsessed with the idea of finding and properly punishing HIS redhead for this slip - after, of course, making sure he was okay and perhaps kissing him senseless to make sure he really tasted like not any heaven could - and was half decided to involve his friends all around Eorzea into the search as he lazily rolled over to his stomach. Peering down over the edge of the wooden bridge toward the crystal of the Aetheryte, his narrowed eyes caught sight of the familiar shade of red among the group that apparently stopped under the shard. Sure he was seeing things, he scowled, watching each group member attune, then a tall even from his vintage Roegedyn at the head of that group said something that soon had the whole team split into smaller groups, heading toward the market.
His pale eyes - suspiciously narrowed into slits by this point - followed the red-tinted crown of the lone figure that somewhat hesitantly broke apart and headed toward the stairs leading to the small city's battlements. More than a level lower than Senri's position, the black-haired Seeker climbed to all fours and, with the tail swiveling in predatory intent, followed silently the line of the bridge toward the spot where the redhead stopped on one of the balconies, dropping his bag by his feet, then folding his arms over the tall wall surrounding it and resting his chin on his crossed wrists. But what was more important: that gave the Warrior a VERY clear view of the too-familiar tattoo on the male's shoulder when he arrived right above the Seeker.
Soundless with years of practice of the perfect control of his body's movement and despite his bubbling rage (and instantly sparked lust at the sight of HIS redhead's unbearable cuteness), he vaulted over the edge of the bridge and seamlessly, with usual feline grace landed right behind the male, glaring daggers at the wayward male. At the same time: utterly, helplessly relieved to see him, too. Half sure that he had to dream him up in the alcohol-induced fantasy.
As if feeling it, the redhead sighed softly and moved his arm, rubbing the back of his neck.
And if he slipped because he doesn't want you...? The doubt whispered across his head as he lifted his hand, and it froze with his fingertips mere ilm from the top of the redhead's hand. Did he run away after waking up because somehow he realized how broken he was...? And did his life - his fucked up fate of constant strife and never lacking in enemies who would love nothing more than find his weaknesses - was something to offer someone so sweet...? The hand dropped to his side slowly and without a sound, as his throat tightened painfully and his chest squeezed with misery.
Though he was sure he didn't make a sound, the redhead suddenly twitched his red-furred ears delicately and turned around as if pulled by a magnet under his gaze. And all the thoughts in his head fizzled out at the sight of the brief - but definitely there - spark of joy in those gorgeous mismatched eyes... before the male gasped. His handsome face grew impossibly, adorably red to rival his fiery hair as those soulful, expressive irises filled with shame and dropped to the ground between them. The redhead pressed his back tight against the wall behind him, and his hands visibly clenched in the material of his pants when he swallowed audibly.
"...y-you..." he started in a stammer and choked, taking a deep breath before hesitantly looking up at him again with that adorably darkly flushed cheeks. "I-I'm so-sorry..." he trailed off with a choked, shocked gasp when Senri simply couldn't take it, and his hands shot up to wrap around HIS redhead's bare shoulders, pushing him harder into the wall as he closed the space between them. "Wha...?"
"You're... okay?" he breathed as he helplessly buried his nose in the crown of red hair, taking a deep whiff of his delicious scent - still entangled with his own and so... so unbearably tasty... "Are you...?" He croaked, unable to resist the painful need to wrap his arms around the shorter male and pull him into a tight, possessive grip. "You... s-scared me," he admitted with a choked whine, nuzzling against his lowered ear insistently as even his unruly tail wrapped around the back of his lover's thighs into an ink-black leash to stop him from bolting... again.
"...huh?" the audible astonishment in that soothing voice was accompanied by the fingers hesitantly climbing to curl into his vest, pulling slightly on the black material. "I... You're not... a-angry?" the redhead breathed into his chest, and Senri's arms clenched around him securely.
"I'm... furious," he growled softly into the red-furred ear, feeling its slight twitch against his lips. The deliciously telltale press of red tail curling around his knee, flicking nervously when he peered toward it through his lashes. "Enrrraged," he purred insistently, freeing his right hand to push it down the shorter male's back and curling it into a possessive grip around the base of the red appendage. His ears eagerly up at the breathless whine it elected as his other hand shakily wrapped around the back of his redhead's neck, pulling back until he could see into that soulful eyes. That fierce blush was still there as the male bit his lower lip with almost too obvious uncertainty... but his spicy scent spiked just the same as last night, instantly slamming down his throat with the next shaky breath.
"I'm... sorry," the redhead whispered, getting that wondrously glazed look as his vertical pupils dilated, swallowing the red and cyan of his mismatched eyes.
"Good..." he breathed, lowering his head until their swiftly speeding up breaths mixed. "...'cause you're going to pay, babe..." he drawled seriously, dragging the tip of his tongue over that pretty, bruised lower lip, smoothing the sign his lover's teeth left on the plush surface. Tasting the breathless gasp more than hearing it and shivering involuntarily as his gut tightened with arousal. "...for running from me."
"For... r-running...?" the male blinked slowly, shifting in his grip as his hands hesitantly climbed up his sides. Almost like in a daze lifting to his toes, following when Senri lifted his head.
"Yes," he hissed, pushing forward until the male's back pressed into the wall behind him. Dropping his arms around him, he curled his hands under the redhead's thighs, unceremoniously pulling them up around his sides until the male, with a surprised, cute squeak, had no choice but to wrap his legs around his waist - just like last night - blushing even darker when Senri's hands climbed up, curling around his lover's ass into the possessive claim. "You're mine, gorgeous," he purred into the heated cheek when the male stilled, hesitating, then shakily wrapped his arms around his neck, mewling softly when he rutted into him slowly. "You agreed, remember...?" Senri chuckled breathlessly, then sighed. When the redhead opened that pretty lips - perhaps to protest - he claimed them unceremoniously, with the last night's lesson electing a round of staggering purrs that he swallowed down with relish.
His delightful redhead melted into delicious submission in his arms as his legs tightened into a vice around Senri's sides. Hungrier only, he ate up his breathless mewls, earning more with slight but insistent rolls of his hips. Kneading the taut muscle under his palms with focus, he lost his breath when his gorgeous male rolled with him, setting a tight leash of his desperate grip on the brunette's hair. Soon the predator became the prey, caught in the snare of the maddeningly sweet flavor and spicy scent as his redhead turned to tables on him, purring insistently as he devoured his mouth.
They parted with twin gasps when they ran out of air and panted raggedly a breath apart, caught into each other's dazed stares. Still rocking into a maddeningly slow rhythm, Senri caved first, whimpering embarrassingly loud and desperate as he buried his flaming face into his redhead's shoulder. Losing his fucking mind when his lover growled softly and bit the sensitive shell of his ear, wrapping his arms around his head and teasing his hearing with his maddening gasps and shaky mewls.
"A-Azeyma... you're fucking perfect," he chuckled breathlessly, mad with the mix of elation and terror.
"...far from it..." whispered into his ear and had him shake his head in denial, then pushing him harder into the wall, freeing his hands and, pulling back, wrapped them around the redhead's heated cheeks, again caught into the snare of red and cyan irises.
"You're mine... so you are," he breathed, then pulled him into another scorching, breathtaking kiss - set and locked into the fierce need to claim him whole.
Raha felt that restless pull from the moment his group neared the city gate but told himself it was his imagination. His tired brain and sore body were playing tricks on his senses, that's all.
Nearly itchy with it as they stopped by the Aetheryte when Rammbroes announced the break to restock, and others walked off, leaving him alone - like always - he needed a quiet spot to think for a moment. To sort out the utter mess his thoughts and feelings collapsed into every time he let his mind slip back into the memory of the impossibly beautiful male.
His nameless adventurer because there was no doubt in his mind about the fact that his brunette had to be a fighter of some kind. Not only his muscular body and feline grace of his movements, but the memory of the rough press of his big hand into his seared that impression into his mind.
The whole flight from Limsa Lominsa to Ul'dah and trek from there to here, his tired, distracted brain tried to make sense of that... itching, relentless pull he felt every time his thoughts went back to his lover, only half-listening to the other scholars aggravating constant chatter.
And that unfamiliar name on everyone's lips constantly: T'senri Tia, the Eorzea's Warrior of Light.
Normally probably, he would be inclined to his usual fascination with the idea of the hero of this land, but when one of the girls stated with a dreamy sigh that she 'heard' that the Warrior is the most beautiful man alive, he couldn't help but scoff, earning their annoyed glares and blushing under them furiously. Because how could he argue that silly statement without admitting that there could not exist a male more beautiful than his last night's lover? No matter the hero's looks, he couldn't match the fierce tenderness of his gorgeous brunette...?
And why did that even matter when he wasn't ever going to see him again? When probably the male waking up sober regretted that slip and hated him for it...? No, it didn't matter, but still...
...he couldn't stop thinking about him...
Perhaps that was normal for the person's very first lover...? That inconsolable regret that he didn't dare to steal the last taste of those pretty lips before running away as his gut constantly tightened with that nagging hunger for more of that sweet flavor. For another whiff of the apple-like scent. Burning only hotter with that sensation as time passed and exhaustion pulled on his senses.
And look at him now, helplessly relieved and clinging to the heat radiating from the form of the taller male, that with such unfitting blissed-out purrs nuzzled against his shoulder. Instead of being enraged as he said - as he should - holding Raha like he was precious and worthy... and even more painfully beautiful than he remembered.
Now only if his ears would stop ringing...
He flinched harshly with surprise - nearly shook out of the doze he didn't really realize set over his dulled senses - when his gorgeous male swore under his breath with a hard-to-miss rage and shifted his arms around him securely if letting the redhead drop lower against him. He didn't mind, resting his chin with a sigh on the wide shoulder and letting his heavy eyelids drop close for a minute. The turmoil of the whole day was strangely far away as the brunette's soothing heat sank into his skin through the materials of their clothes.
"Yeah...?" the male growled, and only after a moment - long and sluggish - Raha realized that it wasn't directed at him, hearing the weak echo of another, incoherent voice near his ear. Linkpearl, his exhausted brain supplied, and he relaxed further, even when the tall Seeker stilled and his muscular body grew taut around him. "...no, still in the Toll. Why...?" Another incoherent answer and a string of profanities vibrated against his neck, followed by a sort of... resigned sigh. "...yeah, be right there. Just give me a moment... Mhmm, see you soon," and silence as the brunette buried his face against his throat with a quiet groan. "I... really have to go..." he breathed with obvious reluctance, again wrapping his arms around him and nearly painfully hugging him into his wide chest.
"Ah..." he trailed off, blinking sleepily at the crystalized landscape visible over the man's shoulder. "...o-okay..." he shifted, relaxing his grip around the tall frame, but though the Seeker let him, carefully and with disarming tenderness helping him drop to the ground in front of him, he blinked groggily when the male wrapped his hands around his face, and his gaze got caught in the snare of pale irises.
"Your name, gorgeous...?" the male purred, leaning in to press his pretty lips against the corner of the redhead's mouth. He frowned with confusion, trying to connect the sounds with the meaning... then felt his face surely grow hotter than a sun when it sunk in.
And though he really, really shouldn't...
"R-Raha," he breathed, dropping his gaze to the male's collarbone as his cheeks only grew hotter under the Seeker's big palms when he gingerly lifted his hands and curled them over the brunette's. "...you?"
"My cute Raha," the deep, delighted purr that rumbled on his name was somehow more than worth the break in the custom. And bashfully keeping his eyes down, he missed the slight shade passing over the Seeker's beautiful face when he opened his mouth, then closed them, and cleared his throat. When Raha looked up uncertainly, the male stole his breath with a downright blinding smile as he leaned in to brush the tip of his nose against his. And stayed, resting his forehead over his and closing his ice-blue eyes as his hands gently moved to the back of the redhead's head, caging him. "For you, babe... Sen," he finally replied, and Raha smiled involuntarily. Fitting as in Allagan, it meant 'dream,' his silly brain supplied eagerly. "My cute Raha, will you be here...? Staying here?" the brunette... Sen asked, again purring at his name, and he nodded as his ears twitched with delight and heavy lids fell close. They would be staying here for the night, that much he knew. To break camp at dawn... Or so he thought he heard if now it seemed quite fuzzy. "...velous. I'll be fast, babe, and find you again, hm?"
"O-Okay..." he trailed off to a sigh, involuntarily leaning into the tall Seeker's heat. A soft, impossibly delicate caress brushed his lips, but then that radiating warmth pulled back, leaving his face.
A mere minute later, when he blinked slowly, he was alone, and there was no sign of his beautiful man. Raha yawned and looked around with a confused frown, trying to make sense of his surroundings.
"Here you are, G'raha," he flinched slightly at the exasperated voice and blinked toward the familiar, tall Roegendyn as his brain fought against the sleep-deprived fog. The few bells last night were far, far too less to make up for literally weeks of near-constant awareness... even if they were first when for a moment, he actually felt safe. "Change of plans, boy, we're leaving and heading to the spot of the camp. It's close enough we'll make it before the night," the mam announced, then turned and motioned for him to follow.
Raha blinked, biting his lip uncertainly as he picked up his bag by its strap, looking about the empty balcony with a confused frown.
Did he... dream it up...? The beautiful male finding him...? It... felt real, but he was so, so tired...
Dream. Sen...
Was his stupid, naive heart playing tricks on his consciousness? Or is the sleep deprivation finally catching up and making him hallucinate...? Some heady mix of lucid dreaming and wishful thinking? How would he disappear that quickly otherwise...?
"G'raha, come on!" Rammbroes snapped toward him and visibly frowned when he shot him a surprised look. "What's wrong with you? Do you need a healer...? You're white like a ghost."
Healer...? Raha shook his head without a word, tossed his bag over his shoulder, and followed, flattening his ears against his head when Roegendyn sighed and headed toward the Aetheryte. Probably already regretting taking him on the expedition, too. But he didn't even want to entertain the notion of talking to the healer picked for this task. Not only because it was the bitch that ruined his life, but also because the still felt... discomfort was the only proof he didn't dream up, at least the last night.
When for a brief, wonderful moment, someone wanted him... Even if this encounter had to be a delusion because there's no way that that gorgeous male wouldn't hate his guts...
Raha sighed, and when they joined the rest of the already gathered group, then headed toward the gate leading out of the city, he couldn't help but drag his eyes over the battlements surrounding it, involuntarily and helplessly searching for the tall figure all the way until they left it behind.
Senri spat a mouthful of blood at the disintegrating corpse of Garuda, then unsummoned the sword with a grimace. Pressing his hand over the deep gash in his side, he stumbled off the battlefield of the Howling Eye, not even sparing a glare toward the pile of Ixal corpses surrounding it.
Fucking Primals and their fucked up worshipers. Well, this group wouldn't summon the Lady of the Vortex again... As the winds around the area quieted gradually, he focused and teleported back to Revanant's Toll, leaning heavily against the pedestal of the Aetheryte for a moment to catch his breath.
He knew he needed a healer before searching for his redhead, even as his eyes darted over the battlements hopefully. It was deep into the night by now, but he was still determined to find him before sleeping. Mostly because last night was the first one in years that he slept through without nightmares. He didn't have to wonder why: the redhead's soft sounds and spicy scent were impossibly soothing...
And he NEEDED to get to him before someone made his cute Raha connect 'Sen' with his full name or, worse: his title. That he didn't recognize him was a blessing he refused to let go of too swiftly, even if the redhead later gets... irate at the deception. But the tempting thought of wooing him without THAT in the picture was impossible to resist.
Without his fucking reputation that always wrecked everything... For a moment - brief and fleeting - be... Senri, nothing more or less.
Azeyma, it's been years since he was allowed to be anything but the Warrior.
The glorified killer.
Because it didn't matter how many you slaughtered if you did it in the name of Light. No one cared that the tribes would not summon their deities to protect them if Alliance's armies wouldn't intrude into their lands.
Primals had to die, but he was probably just too stupid to understand why somehow the Hyurs, Miqo'te, Elzen, and the others had a bigger right to live than the beasts... Why was he meant to be blind to the rot and corruption eating on the belly of each city-state, but tribes that just wanted to keep their young safe deserved to die for it?
Perhaps he could understand it if he was as 'educated' as his friends - the Scions. Or not. After all, the tool was not supposed to question its wielder...?
Senri shook his head and took another deep breath as his eyes darted toward the battlements. Looking for a healer - or, more likely: waking Y'shtola - could wait. He was still bleeding from Garuda's talons where they tore into his armor, but he had enough experience to know the wound wasn't life-threatening. Otherwise, he would already bleed out. And, it would be better to determine which way his redheaded wonder headed. Most arrivals in the Toll stayed at the House of Splendors, so far he knew since there was no inn...
Curling his hand over his side, he stumbled toward the stairs... and stopped instantly, taking a deeper breath. He could smell him, but the direction was wrong, leading toward the east gate of the city, not the market and Rowena's establishment. Senri turned hesitantly, tossing a considering look toward the Seventh Heaven, then in the direction of the gate again.
The lovely, spicy scent - still tinged with his own - was already weak, and if the redhead left the city for whatever reason, it could wane completely when he was getting to Y'shtola.
Have to pick the priority... He sighed softly and headed east.
Crossing the crystalized planes on foot while avoiding the beasts that called them home while his side steadily sipped copper was downright irritating, so when he finally spotted the fence surrounding what appeared to be a camp set among some ruins, Senri was in more than a foul mood. Spotting a guard - or at least an armored man leaning against the post of the gate the redhead's scent led to because seemingly not noticing him would really suck for a guard - he shifted into stealth and passed him without an issue. He seriously couldn't be bothered explaining the situation to a man who looked more asleep than awake.
He just wanted HIS redhead, thank you very much...
Here the area was richer in scents, with the biting aroma of burned wood coming from many still sizzling bonfires, but that spice-like scent was like a hook in his brain, leading his feet toward the small, dark tent set a tad aside from others. Without dropping the cover of the stealth - more shimmer of a shadow than a person - Senri stopped by it and looked himself over, grimacing at the sight and feeling of his bloodied side.
Definitely not something that was bound to make a great impression on his cute Raha... Perhaps now - that he knew where to find him - he should go back and...
A figure split from the shadows and headed toward him or the tent he was standing by. Senri scowled at the sight of a tall Elzen woman, visibly - and suspiciously - sneaking toward the spot he stood at. Straining his far-too-sensitive ears he could hear the quiet, slow breath of HIS male and whomever that female was... the Warrior's ink-black fur bristled at the sight of her smirk when she looked around, then narrowed her eyes - he couldn't distinguish the color of in the dark despite his feline eyes - toward the dark tent.
And he was too fucking familiar with this type of expression on a woman's face, but directed at where HIS redhead rested...? Fuck, no...! He didn't really think - or uttered a sound - curling the fingers of his right hand around the hilt of the small, wickedly sharp dagger, soundlessly pulling it free from between the row of them pinned at the belt crossing his chest. Waiting until the bitch neared the tent's flap, reaching toward it, he moved behind her, without thought - or making himself visible - brutally slamming his free hand over her mouth and pulling her back from the material. She trashed, predictably, trying to scream until he pressed the blade's edge against her throat, letting it bite into the skin.
"Ever get near him again..." he hissed into her ear. "...look or think about him the way I don't like, I'll slit your throat from ear to ear. Try this again, I'll gut you, bitch, are we clear?" Senri waited until she nodded, whimpering breathlessly under his palm. "Now back where you came from and mention this to anyone, and I'll not be as nice," he shoved her back in the direction she came from, fuming as he watched her scramble, looking around with a wild gaze and pressing her hand over her chest. He growled audibly, and the bitch finally got the message apparently, gasping as she darted toward the other tents and soon disappeared between them.
Senri watched the shadows for a long moment, scanning them for any other threat before finally putting the dagger back with the rest, then unsummoned his armor, grimacing at his bloodied shirt under it. The bleeding seemed to stop at least, and the material was black... so hopefully, it wasn't so noticeable. Trying not to feel guilty for doing exactly the same thing that the bitch attempted - assuring himself that he just needed to check if his redhead was safe and warm enough before he could leave - he snuck inside silently. And he was convinced of his good intentions... until faced with the way the whole thing was filled with his male's maddening, spicy scent.
It was small - not enough space for him to stand up - and seemingly contained only his prize: fully clothed atop the neatly set bedroll. And a bag he vaguely remembered from their encounter in the Toll, set almost like a trap by the entrance. Crawling over it carefully to not make a sound, Senri gingerly neared his redhead, trying to curb in his stupid, unruly tail that apparently was determined to flick with excitement. Curled into the direction of the tent wall, delicately rumbling on a quiet snore-purrs, his cute redhead didn't even twitch when he somewhat hesitantly brushed his hand over his hip. And with that... well, he wasn't sure how to proceed.
He was exhausted, battered and his side burned like seven hells with the slightest movement. He had to smell awful, too, after the battle, and not to mention that Raha could take offense at the intrusion, but the longer he stared at his evenly rising and falling chest and breathed in his lovely scent... the harder it was even to consider leaving. He finally caved, almost shyly settling down on the bedroll behind the male, and sneaked his hand over his stomach, pressing tight against his back. Burying his nose in the crown of red hair, he smiled involuntarily when his redhead sighed softly and turned around under his arm with an incoherent mumble, then - just like at dawn this morning - curled into his arms with quiet, blissed-out purrs. Utterly enamored and disarmed, Senri carefully wrapped his arms around his back, resting his chin on top of his head, and closed his eyes with a relieved sigh.
"Told you I'll find you," he purred against the redhead's ear, then surrounded by his scent and heat, finally let the exhaustion claim him.
Raha woke up slowly, lazy, and nearly drunk on the sweet, addictive scent of apples. Nearly overheated, too, purring at the blissful sensation. His ears twitched with the sound of a nearly responding, deep rumble of a purr by them, and the scalding heat tightened around him briefly before relaxing again. His sleep-fogged brain refused to connect those things, and he merely curled deeper into the source of the pleasant sensations... until the unpleasant shrill of the bell tore into his brain, and he groaned, flattening his ears against his head in a vain effort to block the sound.
Then stilled completely at the downright aggressive snarl by his ears.
"...the fuck is that...?" sounded far, far too real, and his head whipped up... "Ow, fuck!"... right into the chin of the fantasy come to life. That pulled back just enough to send him a narrowed, slightly glassy glare of pale, ice-like eyes glazed with sleep as the male pulled his hand back from Raha's back to massage his jaw. "Azeyma, but you have a hard head, babe."
Gawking in astonishment with open mouth, Raha wondered numbly if he somehow... slipped into an alternative reality... or something. And apparently, to make it worse, the brunette looked at his face... then snorted, soon snickering quietly.
"Gods... your face!" he gushed after a moment, flicking him on the nose, and Raha gasped, then pouted in reflex. That was... well, apparently a wrong - or right - thing to do because that 'Dream' of his froze instantly, staring. And his stupid heart fluttered wildly when the next thing he knew, he was pinned down under the massive male, devoured alive by his too-hot mouth.
Raha whimpered helplessly, fisting both hands in the longish ink-black strands at the back of the male's head, fed an impossibly arousing growl in turn. He squirmed under the weight of the muscular body, then gasped when the brunette pulled back from him with a quite pained hiss, bracing over him and pressing his hand against his side as he dropped his head against Raha's shoulder, exhaling shakily.
"W-What's wrong?" he muttered, hesitantly rubbing one of the lowered, ink-black ears. Still unsure if he wasn't stuck in another lucid dream, he took a deep breath and shakily wrapped his arms around the brunette's head, staggering on a soothing purr against his ear. "S-Sen...?"
"Just... a scratch," the male took a deep breath, then exhaled carefully and unceremoniously sagged on top of him somehow... funnily swiveling his long, black tail as he nuzzled against Raha's chest. "Gods... but you really, really smell good," he sighed with such obvious pleasure that the redhead felt his face blaze with a blush behind the male's head, pinching the skin on his forearm. When it did hurt, and yet he didn't wake up...
"You're... real?" he whispered into the soft, ink-black hair.
"Mhmm, very much so," the brunette breathed, resting his cheek against Raha's chest. "Told you I'll find you, babe... so I did," he purred, wrapping his hand around the redhead's thigh, and while he smoothed it up toward his hip, then back to his knee, Raha suddenly regretted that the material of his pants separated his skin from its heat. When Sen moved his hand up again, in a lazy rhythm, his leg followed outside of his will, pulling up against the male's side. The brunette let him but carefully shifted to pin his other leg down as if making sure he wouldn't try to do the same thing against his other side. And remembering his earlier hiss...?
"How... how badly are you h-hurt?" he asked against his male's ear.
"Not that bad," the brunette sighed, then chuckled. "I mean... pretty bad, but could be worse. Was... worse. I'll live, just need to rest a bit..." he trailed off, growing heavier by the second. Raha frowned worriedly, pressing his hand against Sen's cheek, and gasped softly at how impossibly hot it felt. He was warm before yesterday, but now it definitely didn't feel natural.
When the male muttered something incoherent, and his body went limp on top of him, the redhead bit his lip and squirmed from under him, carefully avoiding touching the brunette's left side as much as possible. Climbing to his knees somewhat awkwardly above his back, he paled, realizing that the black material of Sen's shirt was caked in blood. In the poor light pouring through the canvas of his tent, it looked... bad and quite fresh. Biting his lip, he curled his fingers in the hem of his brunette's shirt, pulling it up delicately, but when it got stuck over the apparent wound, he didn't dare pull harder, honestly terrified by that point.
Tossing a nervous look toward the opening of his tent, his mind raced for the solution of what to do. The only available healer here... he didn't like the idea of getting anywhere near his gorgeous male. Not to mention, he honestly doubted she had enough skill to deal with something like this. And - again - he really, really didn't want her dirty paws anywhere around him - knowing her tendencies far, far too well.
Working his jaw furiously and looking between the unconscious man and the entrance of his tent, he shifted to all fours, deciding that he had no choice. Perhaps if he watches her the whole time and...
The slight but insistent beeping had his ears flat against his head as his eyes darted toward the sound, landing on the linkpearl pinned in the ink-furred ear. Linkpearl call - meaning someone that knew his gorgeous male - and if Sen said that he was hurt like that before...? The brunette didn't even twitch, clearly too out of it (was it because of blood loss?), so Raha scrambled, with shaky hands unpinning the device and picking up the call before the sound could go out.
"...finally!" the distinctively female voice sighed with obvious annoyance. "Senri, where are you? The whole compound is freaking out, looking for you..."
"H-Hello...?" he stammered slightly. Senri? Not Sen? Stupid, probably one is short from the other... "Sen... Senri's hurt... bad... and I don't know what to d-do...?"
Silence, then:
"Who is this? Why do you have Sen... T'senri's linkpearl?"
All the blood drained from his face as his eyes shot to the unbearably beautiful, unnervingly pale face of the Seeker.
"T'senri?" he heard his voice squeak from far away.
"T'senri Tia...? The Warrior of Light... Who are you, and where is he...?" That annoyance disappeared, turning into audible hostility. "If you hurt him..."
"I w-wouldn't...!" he breathed, then cleared his throat awkwardly, hearing how hoarse his voice sounded. "He's... I think he's unconscious... and his shirt... his side is covered in blood... I don't know where or how he got hurt but... There is only a healer here that's not... not good for someone... someone like him," he choked, now even more sure of that. If she knew... "And I don't know how to help him..."
"Okay, okay..." a deep breath and a loud exhale. "Where is 'there'?"
"A camp, set at the east side of Mor Dhona," he rushed to answer, tightening his fingers around the device almost painfully. "Can you... can you help...?"
"Why would he...? Nevermind..." the woman - though she sounded more like a girl than a mature female - exhaled again, then her voice turned into steel. "Listen... what's your name?"
"G'r... G'raha," he choked out, involuntarily smoothing his free hand over the soft, ink-black hair nervously, brushing them back from his male's heated cheek. "Please, hurry...? I think he has a pretty crazy fever... he's burning up."
"Listen, G'raha," now she sounded pretty angry, and he froze, frowning with confusion. "I'm going to get someone and be there in a few minutes tops... but do NOT touch him!" his hand automatically snapped back, and he flinched harshly, hearing fury in her voice. "He does NOT like to be touched, so keep your - and anyone's else - hands from him. Are we clear...?"
"Y-Yeah... just hurry," he hissed back, then disconnected the call. And defiantly put his hand back on the black hair, setting into a wait.
Alisaie Levellieur was pissed off, and in normal circumstances, she had a temper almost to match this of her best friend.
Senri, her chosen brother, whom she preferred much more than her so-called identical twin. Senri who should be safely snoring away this early in his bedroom in Rising Stones and not be at the edge of the crystalized wasteland, hurt and among strangers.
One murderous glare toward the guard at the gate of the camp was enough to spare her idiotic questions, and ignoring the clearly shocked people milling about between the tents, she turned her step toward the biggest one, with Thancred following her close behind.
"Are you sure he's here?" the Hyur asked, but she waved her hand impatiently, nearing the tall Roegendynn standing near the apparent biggest bonfire set at the center of the camp. The man looked stunned when she stopped before him, setting her hands on her hips and glaring daggers from under her white fringe.
"Where do I find a man called 'G'raha'?" she snapped.
"...G'raha?" the man repeated, blinking and looking between them, then he paled, and his eyes widened. "Wait... Scions?"
"In person," she growled, unwilling to get into details of her personal membership... or lack thereof. "Where...?"
The Roegedyn blinked, then turned around and headed deeper into the camp, motioning for them to follow.
"I don't know why you have a business with him, especially this early and..." he started, then trailed off when as they neared one of the tents near the end of the space, a redheaded Seeker jumped out of it and froze, staring toward them quite... owlishly. Alisaie sped up, passing the Roegendyn, and marched toward the red-tailed male.
"You're G'raha?" she snapped, and he visibly shook up, blinking rapidly.
"Yeah, you're...?" he said, but she passed him too, marching straight to the opening of his tent and poking her head inside unceremoniously. She exhaled with relief seeing the familiar form of the much taller Seeker, she pulled back and turned, waving toward Thancred, whose expression visibly showed relief as he sped up. "Hey, who...?" the redhead protested, or started to but trailed off when she tossed him a glare.
The ashen-haired Hyur passed her, and Alisaie held the tent's flap open when he carefully dragged out the unconscious male, pulling Senri's arm around his shoulders and supporting him upright. She hissed, investigating what the redhead said over the call: her best friend's very bloodied side and obvious fever. She tapped her hand delicately against the Seeker's heated cheek and exhaled with relief when Senri groaned weakly, but the ink-black lashes fluttered open, revealing the ice-blue irises glazed with fever. They trailed over her face as her friend's beautiful face scrunched in a frown, then moved above her head and got stuck on something as his lips parted with an incoherent mumble. She scowled, then turned her head, following his line of vision, and saw the redhead's mismatched eyes locked with Senri's gaze.
"Let's get him home to Shtola," Thancred said, nudging the impossibly tall Seeker forward. And stopped when Senri's head snapped toward him. Their mutual friend hissed at him with outrage, trying to push free from his grip (that he didn't speak volumes, considering his usual strength!), then tossed another hard look toward the redhead, muttering something... and this time she thought she caught barely recognizable 'mine' among the barely half-conscious curses.
Catching Thancred's confused stare, she frowned, then gasped, and moved back, pointedly wrapping her hands around the redhead's shoulder and pulling him back despite his surprised look.
Anyone else probably would wilt at the downright animalistic snarl uttered by the Warrior of Light - especially if aware of the male's temperament - but Alisaie barred her teeth toward the enraged, ice-like eyes glazed with daze of the fever in a challenge and tugged the redhead further - shamelessly using him as a lure, testing... And, yeah, Senri now did push from the Hyur's grip and went after her with another deafening snarl... and stumbled, then would fall if Thancred didn't catch up, resuming his grip around the Seeker but letting the enraged male pull him toward her.
She wasn't sure what it all was about - but she knew Senri enough to know that they wouldn't be able to get him anywhere he didn't want to go without cooperation on his part, so ignoring the shocked crowd gathering around them, she tossed the feverish Warrior a daring grin, pulling her 'bait' further back.
"You want him that badly, Sen?" she chirped, and at least G'raha seemed to catch on, not resisting but more of following her than letting himself be tugged, his red-cyan eyes constantly trailing between her and Senri. She ignored him, too, holding the pale gaze of her best friend fearlessly. Even when the male hissed at her with a vicious edge, she more than recognized the ice-blue irises promising the world of pain if she got anywhere in the range of Seeker's reach. "Come and get him, then!" she sneered brazenly, then turned and started to run, tugging the redhead into a sprint. And though he complied, she prayed that between his apparent weakness and Thancred's grip: she won't end up like most of Senri's enemies: a barely recognizable piece of mauled meat when they were chased by another sharp, inhumane snarl. With full awareness of what all the Scions knew too well by now.
You didn't get between the Warrior and something he really wanted without paying the bloody price.
Notes:
Late edit: since I can, using polish for 'my' Allagan. (And yeah, sen in polish means 'dream/fantasy). Because why not, right? XD [told you it's a weird one]