Considering that he really wanted to leave this camp as soon as possible, Raha was quite glad when he remembered that he didn't even try to unpack his things that very first day. Evening, more like, as back then, the very moment he set up his bedroll, he pretty much collapsed in it in clothes and passed out. Only hoping for his bag to work as a trap for any unwanted visitors, he left it by the entrance – naïve considering he was so exhausted by then that likely it wouldn't wake him up… proved, in a way, since the next morning he was woken up to Sen's embrace.

Not that he minded that.

And now… Now he was supposed to move in with him and learn to heal, no less! Hopefully, if he's any good with that, he could even stay with Senri and be useful to him… and what a thought that was!

And his wonderful Warrior, despite now knowing about his reputation…. Acting and talking about how proud he was that Raha was his… That just blew his heart away! And kissing him in front of everyone like he couldn't help himself… made him painfully aroused and needing to express that – preferably very, very soon… Pah! If not for the people surrounding them, he would love nothing more than fall to his knees and worship him like his beauty deserved…!

He froze mid-move at the thought after merely picking up his bag from inside the tent and carelessly tossing it over his shoulder. Remembering that some of those obscene offers he received over the years corresponded with something like that, he wondered involuntarily if, with Senri, that would be more… pleasant than it sounded. Not demeaning as it was meant by others but as a way to express his… devotion and appreciation for his lover's possession. Perhaps that was something to consider when they were back in the Scions' compound and alone…?

"Look who's back…" heard nearby shook him up, and his ears flattened against his head as his mismatched eyes darted toward the speaker. Maran, nearing his tent with a mocking gaze and smirk, with her long, brown hair braided on the side of her head. He heard some call her a beautiful woman – and looking much younger than her actual age, which he didn't know – but for him, personally, too much of her… tendencies showed through in her eyes and expression, making her repulsive.

Especially since he did hear on multiple occasions back in that city that not only she had a… fancy for the younger boys in her menagerie but that apparently she tended to be an incredibly sadistic bitch with them. And though he understood that her victims were too scared to come forward and accuse of being the source of too many bruises and cuts, the woman that was apparently highly regarded by her peers… he wondered why nobody else could see her behavior. And punish her accordingly… He wished that someone would, and not even because of himself, but more so because he knew that when she was going to go back to Old Sharlayan, she would go back to her games, too.

Over the years, he saw and heard enough – experienced in a way, too – the fact that people like her… didn't change. Unpunished, she and her 'friends' – because apparently among them holding a 'menagerie' was something like a disgusting proof of status between each other – went on like that for years, only spreading misery and despair. For their sick entertainment and out of nothing more than boredom, they turned other people's – kids in many cases, for fuck's sake! – lives into hell.

And she especially… if the rumors were true, had on her conscience more than one suicide of the boys that found themselves trapped by her 'favor' and felt that there was no other way to escape it.

"Excuse me," he muttered, turning away, internally cursing his distraction and intending to head back to where he had left Senri and O'rahm… with haste.

"Hold it there, stupid," she hissed, catching up to him and grabbing his shoulder. Raha flinched with instinctive disgust and shook her hand off but stopped, if not looking toward her, but only tightening his hold around the strap of his bag. More than glad now for the way Senri's sweet scent soaked his borrowed clothes. "I heard that you found yourself a patron, reject. Some even said… Warrior of Light, hero of this land… Is that why you refused me, boy, because you like to be fucked?"

"That's…" he took a deeper breath, then steeled his spine and raised his chin proudly as he did turn his head and looked into her green, mocking gaze. He hated how much taller than him she was, as was natural for Elzen, towering over his miserable height. "…none of your business."

"I see that it's true," she smirked, then had the nerve to tap her hand over his head brazenly. He was so surprised by that that he didn't manage to avoid it, only hissing in outrage as he jumped back. "Idiot… if you think he won't discard you like the trash you are sooner or later, you're more naïve than I thought…."

"Miss Naylor…" came a subdued voice from the side, and they both looked toward the boy – a Keeper of the Moon that couldn't be that much older than late teens by his looks, with dark, ebony-like skin and contrasting it light, almost silver hair. The boy he saw both on the ship heading here and on their way from Limsa to this particular place. And even if he couldn't quite remember his name, by the looks of his pretty, pale-green eyes tossed his and Maran's way throughout, Raha suspected that the Keeper back home was part of her menagerie. He didn't even blame him for the obvious, occasional relief on his youthful face when she would so obviously occupy herself with harassing Raha… leaving him alone. "…master Zasertylsyn is calling for you."

Recognizing Rammbroes's surname, Raha breathed a sigh of relief when Maran scowled, but tossing the clearly nervous boy a sneering look and him a mocking smirk, then left toward the center of the camp. And thinking that it was the same direction he had to follow to get back to his lover, he was glad to give her a moment of advantage.

"…G'raha?" he heard a subdued whisper and turned his eyes toward the Keeper, seeing that the boy kept his eyes down on the ground between them but neared where he stood hesitantly. "If… you don't m-mind… can I ask you something?"

"Yeah…?" he said, and the boy looked up, meeting his gaze. Despite still looking quite on the young side, he was handsome, and he swore on Maran's head in thought for the visible – for him, seeing that too many times in that Twelve-forsaken city – signs of abuse in the pale eyes. The fear and resignation tossed the way the bitch went off to. Smiling reassuringly when those eyes moved back to him, he tried to add the Keeper courage when he obviously seemed to look for words that wouldn't get him in an even worse situation than he probably already was in. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't remember your name…?"

"Ah… It's Saxu'ra. Saxu'ra Zitriha, s-sir," he took a deeper breath and met his gaze again. "I don't mean to… I know it's none of my business… But… is it true what they say…? I mean… that you're in the Warrior's… favor?" He looked so ready to bolt that Raha's heart clenched with sympathy. The boy was taller than him, but his posture and overall… timidity made him seem even younger than he probably was if he had been invited to this expedition.

And because clearly, it took him a massive amount of courage to approach him… and despite his instant blush, he sighed but nodded.

"I am… with T'senri, yes," he said softly. Then pretty much guessed the reason behind this conversation. "Do you wish me to pass something along to the Warrior, Saxu'ra?" he asked, keeping the tone of his voice neutral and soothing.

"I heard…" The boy swallowed audibly and dropped his gaze between the again as his tail – as silvery as his hair and ears – swiveled with obvious agitation. "I heard… that here, in Eorzea… that here r-rape is punishable by death… and that the Warrior is v-very strict about… executing that. Is that… t-true?"

Raha frowned briefly as his mind raced… and now that he mentioned that, he did remember either hearing or reading something along those lines… if now, knowing Senri and his sweet nature… Perhaps they meant O'rahm, though?

"I suppose," he replied smoothly, thinking that by that dark aura about him… he wouldn't be that surprised, and quite frankly… he hoped that was the case, too, as his mind swiftly arrived at the idea of why this boy, so heartbreakingly uncertain and obviously scared like seven hells, found the courage to speak to him.

You can take only so much abuse before you wish to retaliate, he more than knew.

"I… Do you think that…" a quick, uncertain glance of pale irises before the Keeper looked down again. "…you could… t-tell him about Maran and how… she is, G'raha? I know… I haven't been kind to you… and with how she acted on the way… but…."

"It's okay, I think I understand, Saxu'ra," he assured in a calm voice – even as something unbearably hot and fiery filled his chest to the brim. This was how those monsters like Maran made this world even more miserable than it should be: making their victims glad for someone else's abuse if that gave them a break from it! They literally destroyed others' souls with misery and guilt… for nothing more than their sick games. "And to be honest with you… I already did," he admitted, and his heart ached when that pale eyes – filled with uncertainty and timid hope – darted toward his and then to the direction she went in. "And he's here, too… I mean, both of them are," he added, and the Keeper frowned with confusion, tossing him a look. "Yeah… I was surprised, too… but apparently, there are at least two Warriors in Eorzea. T'senri and O'rahm… if I'm not sure which of them those rumors were about… but, perhaps, that's why Rammbroes called her…?" he suggested, hoping it was true.

Was that way Senri asked O'rahm to join them…? He did say something about the blonde serving with his Echo and as the… witness? But that suggested…

His mismatched eyes darted toward the center of the camp as his tail unconsciously flicked with unbidden interest. Were those rumors about… Senri, then? It was a tad hard to imagine – with how gentle and delicate he was with him… but he did know that his lover was a fighter – and his fame he didn't earn by being only sweet, for sure… But then, why he didn't say anything about wishing to deal with Maran after hearing his 'tale'? But he did ask O'rahm to join them only after that… and a 'witness' – not to mention how the blonde's Echo worked – suggested…

"I need to join them," he said toward the Keeper, then turned toward the center of the camp and hesitated before looking at the boy over his shoulder and adding. "I'm not really sure… but you might want to be around Rammbroes's tent… soon, Saxu'ra," and he headed toward it, leaving the Keeper to either follow or not – his choice – but if his suspicions were correct…

Well, he, for one, didn't want to miss the show!


Patiently waiting until the tall Roegendyn, Rammbroes, fulfilled what they asked for – sent out news of the gathering in front of his tent – Senri smiled at one of his oldest friends, Cid non Garlond, who apparently yesterday was scouted into this expedition. He wasn't that surprised by that, knowing that he and his lover, Nero tol Scaeva, shared an unbidden fascination with everything concerning the Allagan technology. Or what was rumored to be an Allagan technology, considering that the last time they cooperated, in the end, they found that Omega… wasn't quite that.

Rahm, standing beside him with his hands once more crossed behind his head, smirked at the great engineer's far too obvious disappointment after he sent out a word to his collages to join them, afterward intending to leave the camp alongside them. And to his lover, who apparently was currently at the Eight Sentinels – gates guarding the entrance into the labyrinth surrounding the Tower. That didn't surprise Senri either, guessing that it was probably the Garlean's 'poking' that so irritated Hades.

"I can't believe you didn't mention that our… friends took possession of the Tower, kid," Cid frowned, folding his arms over his chest, and Senri smiled apologetically, shrugging helplessly.

"I didn't think that… important at the time, Cid," he sighed, then ran his fingers through his hair, regretting that he forgot the usual bandana he used to keep them back from his eyes whenever in a fight. Well, here he hardly expected resistance, though… "Since they hardly feel very comfortable around most mortals, the Tower seemed like a marvelous solution, you can imagine? And considering that Hades already had his plans for it – and helped to design it in the first place – he can control it almost as well as the old Emperors did. They cleaned the place up and moved in. Minfilia did send a letter to the heads of city-states and the Forum to avoid this kind of… misunderstandings," he motioned toward the camp with a wide gesture. He exchanged amused grins with Rahm when Cid scoffed, muttering profanities under his nose. "Sorry to disappoint, brother, but if you and Nero as sooo curious about it, and if you promise not to bother them too much, I can ask Hyth to help you in…"

"Oh…?" That seemed to be the key for his friend to visibly lit up with enthusiasm.

"Mhmm… so far we know, they intended to have you take a look anyway, eventually," Rahm chimed in. "At the Tower itself and some… parts they picked up from Omega and Alexander after we dealt with them. And I think you and Nero are going to be… ecstatic when you learn why."

"Omega, hmm? And Alexander…" Senri chuckled, already seeing the gears behind Cid's eyes turn, considering what their Ancient friends might want to do with those.

Standing in the open space in front of the big tent by the massive table covered with plans and drawings of the Crystal Tower – the outside of it, obviously – Senri shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants, looking about the slowly gathering crowd of scholars and engineers that with obvious curiosity stopped by the edges of the area, whispering between each other. He pointedly ignored the enamored looks tossed his way, more than used to the effect his appearance invoked in his peers, if he couldn't help the deceptively cheery grin when he saw a vaguely familiar female – Elzen with long brown hair set into a braid – push through the crowd, then visibly hesitate, spotting them.

Then – like so many others fooled by his easy-going mask – she relaxed visibly, tossing him quite an appreciative once-over before with a confident stride walking across the open space separating them. Noting his distraction, Rahm followed his gaze, and a very enthusiastic grin lit up his handsome face as he dropped his arms to his sides and his blonde tail flicked with enthusiasm: without the need for an explanation for Senri's behavior, instantly understanding who the incoming female was: their prey.

Now all left was to wait for everyone to gather – especially for his lover to return with his things. And only because of that, he kept on the cheery mask as he turned toward the woman when she neared, clearly surprised that she wasn't taller near him. Standing at over six fulms, he was insanely tall for a Miqo'te, and even between the other much taller races, he tended to stand out – often naturally intimidating his targets. It was one of the reasons he kept his developed as a kit tendency to pretend that fake cheer, as soothing his prey into getting in his reach, was the most effective way of his hunts. His appearance – apparently inherited from Ares, somehow – and its mesmerizing effect on most was just another tool in his arsenal.

And that bitch that dared to touch and harass his cute Raha predictably made the lethal mistake of approaching him first, lured in by his looks with a far too obvious desire in her greedy, green eyes.

Oh, but he already knew how much he would enjoy making her pay her due…

"Hello?" she smiled pleasantly, stopping in front of him. "I heard Rammbroes called for me…?" she looked about for the Roegendyn, and Cid turned to call his name toward the tent's entrance. They heard a brief noise, then a slightly frazzled older man walked out, fixing glasses set on his nose as he looked between them, then toward the woman. Senri, in thought, gave him points for the way his expression didn't even twitch, though he was made aware of their intentions in specifically asking for the presence of the camp's healer.

"Maran," he cleared his throat slightly, then staying at a safe distance in the threshold of his tent, looked toward the two Warrior's staying between him and her in relaxed poses, if perhaps not missing the way Rahm barely noticeably shifted, whenever female wasn't looking he was slowly moving behind her: cutting off any escape route. Smiling pleasantly to keep her attention on himself, Senri slowly pulled his hands out of his pockets, letting them rest loosely by his sides. "Gentlemen, this is our designed healer, Maran Neylor, one of the most respected professors of the Studium back in Old Sharlayan," the Roegendyn remarked pointedly, clearly still struggling with the idea of what they accused the woman of. "Maran, those men are those lands Warriors of Light, T'senri Tia, and O'rahm Xoorha," he pointed between them, and they nodded politely, not changing their expressions – and the bitch apparently scarcely noticed that Rahm was near all the way behind her by now, so mesmerized by Senri as she smiled at him. "They wished to have a… word with you," the expedition's leader finished a tad lamely, then exhaled carefully. Cid next to him sent the man a slightly sympathetic look, but otherwise, his expression stayed unreadable when he turned his eyes back to the woman.

"Oh…?" she chirped, setting her hands on her hips and assuming a pose that perhaps most men would find attractive, pushing her breasts forward and setting a coy smile on her expression as she met his eyes again. He guessed that by others, she would be considered a beautiful woman and briefly, absentmindedly wondered why she felt the need to do what she did… with a tad of impatience searching the crowd above her head for the sight of his redheaded wonder. He was still nervous about how Raha was going to take it… but the predator inside him was craving her screams with hard-to-ignore hunger when he dropped his gaze to hers and let a slightly crooked smile on his mask. "How I might be of service...?"

"Sen," Rahm barked, and when Senri's eyes snapped to him, with the woman – unaware – caged between them, he saw his friend point a thumb toward the side. Following the given direction, his smile grew more genuine seeing his sweet redhead push through the line of the crowd, then freeze as if caught off guard by sight, looking between them with something… suspiciously almost like anticipation before his gorgeous, mismatched eyes caught Warrior's stare. Sending him a brief – hopefully reassuring smile – Senri turned his eyes toward the woman next before looking about the gathering, figuring that it had to be enough of an audience for what he had in mind.

"Maran Naylor," he downright purred as his hand moved in a flash of unnatural speed and mercilessly wrapped around her throat, forcing her up to her toes as she choked and dug her nails into his hand, trying to pull it off. Senri grinned into her shocked eyes, pleased when the whispers around them fell deathly silent instantly. In the ruling silence, her gasps were only sound for a moment as he let his beast slip the leash, showing its hunger in the vicious edge of his grin. "You stand accused of multiple counts of rape, attempts of rape, and abusing your status among your peers to demand sexual favors of those set in your care. By the law of this land, the punishment is death. How do you plead?" he relaxed his grip just enough to let her speak.

"…what…!" she squeaked, and he smirked, tightening his grip again and pulling her higher.

"Wrong answer," he snarked, then sent a sharp grin across the crowd, stopping his eyes only briefly on the face of his lover… and beyond relieved not to see fear in his glorious eyes… but satisfaction and even clearer anticipation. He winked at him briefly, earning a few gasps from the crowd, before turning his eyes back to his prey. "The name of your accuser: T'senri Tia, the Warrior of Light, Champion of Eorzea, Eikon Slayer, and Liberator of Doma and Ala Mhigo. Accompanied by O'rahm Xoorha, the Warrior of Light, Eikon Slayer, and Liberator of Doma and Ala Mhigo to witness and confirm your crimes. By law and customs of this land, if he finds you guilty, I demand a right to your punishment due to the fact that one of your intended victims was one G'raha Tia, my lover," that last part he boomed toward the crowd, then unceremoniously shoved the bitch at Rahm. "Proceed."

He folded his arms over his chest, watching his friend wrap his hands around the female's shoulders and turn her toward him. Used to it, he only smiled wider when the dark aura around him nearly exploded, digging the tendrils of dynamis into the gasping female that went still, and her expression went slack instantly. Rahm's normally blue eye turned purple and blazed with dark fire when he caught Maran's glazed stare. By now, knowing how this… take of his friend's Echo worked – powered up by the Dark Knight's use of dynamis – Senri was more than grateful that he didn't use it on his redhead because he would hate him for that, no matter their history. No, this Rahm thankfully directed only on those he believed deserved the bite of it, as, according to him… it was extremely unpleasant to experience.

"Confess your crimes," the blonde's voice was nearly melodic in the silence, and the woman in his grip – a puppet without will – launched into a long, long string of names and deeds, by the end of which Senri's blood was cooler than glacier and it sang with an unquenchable thirst. And when she fell silent on his lover's name… "Guilty," Rahm stated, and his aura pulled back as he looked into Senri's eyes before looking around pointedly. "I, O'rahm Xoorha, deem Maran Naylor guilty of all she's accused of and stand witness to her crimes. By law and custom of those lands, I decree the rights of retribution to my brother-in-arms, T'senri Tia, and leave the choice of punishment in his hands," he finished formally, then knowing his intentions, backed away, leaving him alone with the gasping desperately female that clearly tried to orient herself after getting the control of her body back.

Grinning, he very pointedly lifted his hand and tapped her shoulder, waiting until she turned toward him again with a dazed expression.

"I am a man of equilibrium and equality," he announced toward the crowd before looking at her again and then wrapping his hand – almost tenderly around her throat again. "And those who know my fame… Would know that normally I pick a punishment to fit the crime… no matter one's gender. But this one time… I want it to serve as a lesson, especially to those of you who are not of those lands… and share the misconception we faced over the years stating that men cannot be raped. And if you have a weak stomach…" he smirked at the audience. "…a word of warning: for touching what's mine, I'll present you with what exactly awaits anyone – no matter their position, influence, or gender – that ever again think to even look toward G'raha in a way I don't like. He is mine," he stated with power and caught his lover's gaze, almost mesmerized as a lovely blush rose to his face, but to his relief… still no fear or disgust – and he could only hope it's going to stay that way before he's done with the bitch that dared to touch him. Senri turned his eyes back to his pray, smiling almost sweetly into her terrified eyes before looking at the cloudy sky above them. "Themis!"

The crowd backed away with a gasp when a tall, silver-haired, and teenage-looking immortal materialized beside him, looking about with surprise in his unnaturally bright blue eyes. When he took stock of the situation, his youthful face tightened slightly into an unreadable mask as he folded his arms over his chest with a slight sigh.

"You called, Senri?" he asked, as always polite and neutral, if by the look in his bright eyes, they both knew why he called him. Despite his young look, Themis was over eight hundred years old – if one didn't count the time he spent locked away in a crystal, that apparently stopped his race's already extremely slow rate of aging – but there was a reason why he once claimed the Seat of Elidibus, the Emissary of the Convocation of Fourteen. And impossibly admiring of Ares, the Azem and Senri's Ancient, who once upon a time was his mentor and idol, for Themis, his lessons were still very, very real and binding. Even after Senri didn't hide his support for the immortal's relationship with his best friend while others scoffed at the EXTREME age gap between him and Alisaie, their relationship was amicable at best. As Rahm stated before, Themis seemed to like him just fine but didn't really hide the fact that seeing him – and his impossible similarity to Ares – hurt him, making the young immortal yearn for the Azem. More so than Hades, who stated that he understood his brother's choice... before last night, that is.

Apparently, knowing that his protégé was meant to serve as Zodiark's heart – willingly in exchange for Gaia – Ares tricked him and, with his gift, locked him into that crystal later stuffed into Lahabrea's chest to avoid the boy's – which he was to eons by then old Azem – protests. Hades and Hythlodaeus picked freeing him – brutally and spectacularly – as the thing to earn them Senri's cooperation, and they definitely weren't wrong if the youngest immortal was… cranky and appalled to wake up to the world where his idol was long gone.

It lessened some when he hooked up with Alisaie, obviously, and by now they lived together, with – as far as Senri was informed by his best friend – eventually, when she finally passes the puberty of Elzen race, which should be in a year, Themis intending to Bond with her, extending her lifespan to match his – in their expectations, pretty much making her immortal.

Now, clearly not amused at being summoned in those circumstances – with a crowd of mortals around them, gawking at him – Themis raised his silvery eyebrows in expectation, and Senri nodded toward the female in his grip.

"She earned the same treatment as Asahi," he explained with a sharp smirk, and clearly not surprised by it, the young-looking immortal sighed and dropped his arms to his sides, pursing his lips slightly as he narrowed his bright eyes at Maran.

"I see…" he hummed, sighed, and looked about the mortals, then back to Senri after briefly looking toward Rahm, who only saluted to him playfully. "Are you sure you wish for my… assist among such audience, Warrior?" he asked in his 'Emissary' tone, carefully emotionless and neutral.

"It's to be a lesson, Themis, and a potent one at that," he said with a wry smirk, looking toward the confused crowd. "And I want it to stick."

"Very well," Themis nodded, then took a relaxed pose, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

Nodding toward him thankfully, then he turned his gaze back to his victim, baring his teeth at her in something that could be only called a snarl.

"For your due and other's lesson, I'm going to literally break every single bone in your body, Maran, and my friend here is going to make sure you stay conscious throughout that, enjoying every second to the fullest," he stated at the use of her and the audience. "Then he's going to snap you right back to where we started, and I'll do it again… and again… and again… until I feel satisfied with your payment, bitch. Not only for touching what's mine and turning his life into hell... but for every single time you abused and raped those your task was to look after. For every tear, every moment of their fear and helplessness… I'll send you back into the aetherial sea only after I'm sure you learned your lesson, and perhaps in the next life… you'll do better."

And with the enthusiasm he was famed for, he set to fulfill that promise in the fullest, internally nearly deaf with the purrs of his beast when he almost involuntarily looked toward his love... and saw none of the fear he half-expected in red-cyan irises. No, instead, his cute Raha looked at him with open admiration… and though he didn't really understand that, he hoped it was a good sign.


By the time Senri seemed satisfied with his… lesson, more than a few of the surrounding Raha men and women walked off from the gathering, completely greenish and sweaty. And though at some level he understood that – as it took exactly seven times when the silver-haired teenager snapped his fingers – literally – returning Maran to the… unblemished state before his lover finally this round finished it by tearing her head off… also literally.

Covered nearly head to toe in the blood splatters, his lover stood up from over the headless, mauled corpse and, picking the head with its expression forever frozen in the grimace of unimaginable pain, holding it by matted braid, Senri turned his viciously frost-chilled pale eyes to those brave enough to last until the end of the show… and in Raha's personal opinion, he never looked more beautiful than when a downright ruthless grin flashed on his bloodied face.

And discovering this side of his 'Dream'… only made Senri seem even more like a fantasy come to life!

How many times did he wish for someone… anyone to stand up for him instead of turning away and pretending that they couldn't see monsters like Maran…? How many times did he wish to have the strength to do so…?

And Senri… just did. Never asked for it, and not likely to be rewarded for it… scorned, perhaps at the very most, for the brutality of it and his obvious enjoyment… He saw the true monster in their Twelve-forsaken, monster-filled world and sent it into the afterlife with the screams still ringing in Raha's ears.

And when he tossed a quick look across the crowd and spotted the familiar Keeper, silently watching with an expression of relief on his youthful face, Raha couldn't help but feel like his chest would burst with pride and pleasure that he belonged to someone capable of this.

He turned his gaze back to the glory of his beast, utterly enamored with the ruthless shine of pale irises no less than with his Sen's previous sweetness. When the deep, rumbling voice rang again in the air around him, Raha couldn't – if he bothered to try – stop the was his unruly tail curled with pleasure at the raspy note in the sound.

"What you've seen… remember and spread the word: none touches what's mine and lives," his lover growled toward the gathering – what was left of it – then tossed the head aside like trash. He clapped his bloodied hands, then smirked. "Class dismissed," he said, and none moved, too caught up in the terror-stricken immobility. Most, anyway, because looking around again, he spotted a few more relieved faces and briefly wished that lesson longer….

He looked back to Senri just in time to see his Warrior nod toward the silver-haired teenager – and made a mental note to later ask about him – who only visibly nodded back with a slight smile and then disappeared in a flash of a black-purple mist. When he did, Senri looked toward him, and though he wasn't sure what he saw in his expression – awe, perhaps, because that was with what his chest felt stuffed to the brim – but his impossibly beautiful, tall lover headed toward him, and soon stopped right in front of him. Raising his eyes to meet the still frost-bound eyes of the true predator among the predators, he didn't even flinch when Senri lifted his hand and, with that unmatched tenderness, placed it against his cheek. Instantly drunk on his sweet scent – now tinged with the coppery tang of blood – Raha blindly lifted his hand and set it over his lover's, caught into his gaze as he nuzzled his cheek into the Warrior's big, hot palm.

"This is part of my calling," Senri whispered, lowering his head until their foreheads met. "One I choose, babe… Can you live with that?"

"Can I…?" he repeated a tad incredulously, then wrapped his free hand over his lover's neck, tangling his fingers into the fur-like silk of ink-black strands as he tilted his head and rose on his toes while pulling his lover into a painfully hungry kiss. Moaning weakly at the tang of copper on his tongue when Senri dove in without hesitation, with that tantalizing aggressive tendency to try to devour him… He couldn't help but wrap his arms around his neck, pulling him closer and, with the burn of hunger for his taste, drink into his flavor with a desperation that he would be, perhaps in other circumstances, embarrassed about… But right now, at this moment, he NEEDED to convey his certainty and bliss in an earlier, fever-like thought… he was born to belong to this impossibly gorgeous beast hidden behind the normally cheery grin. And as his blood sang in a deafening staccato of the need for his claim, his lovesick heart stuttered in the mad rhythm of the thought that filled his head to the brim… When they pulled apart for a breath, he couldn't help but whisper it against his lover's bruised lips, surrounded by his scent and heat. "…I love you, Sen," he breathed, and even as his heart jumped in his throat with sudden terror... Senri's impossibly wide, adorably goofy grin lit up his whole gorgeous face and blinded him…

"Good," he purred insistently, wrapping his hands around Raha's cheeks before pressing a sweet, tender kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Because I'm impossibly in love with you, babe. If I wish you said that later… when we're alone," it was barely audible over the elated rhythm of his heartbeat when his lover growled playfully before he lifted his head just enough to whisper right into his ear, sending a nearly brutal pang of arousal to clamp over the redhead's gut at that maddeningly raspy note of his deep voice and the thick scent of his matching arousal that slammed down his throat with the next shaky breath. "Because I wanted to make you sing that for me, my cute Raha, as I take your wonderfully tight ass. That sinful voice of yours, babe… is made to do so."

And… dared by the want ringing in that whisper, reminded of his earlier, depraved thoughts… and prompted by a downright shocking strength of his arousal hitting a wholly new level as he imagined it with him, this impossibly gorgeous male of his. Raha climbed up to his toes, pulling his lover's head down until he could return the favor, and breathed against the ink-black ear…

"Perhaps I make you sing it for me, Sen…" he purred into its shell and grinned when it twitched, teasing his lips. "…when I swallow down your cock and let you fuck my mouth, hm?"

And despite his fiery blush as he dropped down and looked into his lover's face, the matching flush and slightly owlish look of ice-blue irises were definitely worth it, putting a timidly smug smirk on his face.

Gods, but he looked just… too cute like this!

"Are we ready to go back, lovebirds?" O'rahm chuckled, appearing out of nowhere by them… Or Raha missed his approach. "I'm of the mind to let those people handle the disposal of… Sen, are you okay? You look kind of… Like something hard hit you over the head, brother!"

"I'm…" Senri turned his eyes toward his friend, then back to Raha's smirk… and his eyes got stuck on his lips as his beautiful face gradually grew even more flushed – which was very visible due to his pale carnation… and even cuter!

"Something wrong, Senri?" he asked… and innocently fluttered his lashes while pursing his lips with pretended concern… and choked a snort when his lover's pale eyes widened impossibly as his beautiful face achieved a new red shade!

Thaliak, but he was so fun to tease…!

"I'm fine!" his Warrior finally choked out, sending him a look that promised retribution and had him in stitches instantly, fighting laughter that wanted to bubble up in his chest.

He whole felt… light and bubbly… and so impossibly, painfully smitten with this gorgeous male, inside even more beautiful than the mesmerizing allure of his features.

This sweet, sensitive 'Dream' of his that held him like he was precious and worthy of his heart, and his Warrior, ruthless and ferocious in delivering punishment…

His deepest, unconscious fantasy made flesh… and he wasn't sure he deserved his glory and blinding beauty – his very own Sun – as he grinned toothily at his Senri, he was set and locked into the fierce need to prove worthy of him… and claim him, too, as he felt possessed by him.

"Azeyma, spare me…." Senri chuckled sheepishly, then purred, dropping his flaming face against his shoulder, nuzzling into it briefly. "…you're a fucking tease," he more of a felt breathed by his throat than heard, if his ears still twitched with amusement as he raised his hand and tapped it over his lover's shoulder on fake comfort, if flushed when he caught O'rahm's amused look over his Warrior's back.

And he couldn't help but snort when the blonde Warrior winked at him, raising both thumbs in a silent cheer.