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Sand growled and thrust himself even harder against Yuji. His free hand dropped to fist in Yuji's hair and he leaned in to tongue Yuji's ear again, letting his teeth scrape along the curve. "I can play as hard as you would like. Vale is not mine, but you may command him, and he will obey. No permanent marks, mind you, nothing that will not heal cleanly."
Sand looked over at Vale, and saw the agreement in his lover's eyes. Vale was willing to play rough. In fact, judging by the bulge beneath his kilt, he wanted to play rough. Sand turned his attention to Yuji again. He pulled Yuji's head back and nipped at his throat, just where the pulse jumped under the skin, and then sucked hard where he had bitten.
"I mark what I take," Sand said, his silky voice rough with lust. He released Yuji's hair and wrapped his arm around the smaller man, pulling him closer and grinding up against him.
Vale managed to stifle the groan of need that rose in him. He knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was to be taken by both Sand and Yuji, until he could no longer remember even so much as his name. Holding still was taking every bit of his formidable willpower, the same willpower that had led him to the upper levels of his Guild, and made him a sorcerer to be feared in battle. He looked at Sand, equally deadly, equally fierce, and this time he could not suppress a shiver of pure need.
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Sand affixed the tie, listening to Yuji's instructions to Vale with a smirk. When Yuji crashed into him, Sand returned the kiss with equal heat, his tongue dueling with Yuji's for dominance. He bucked his hips forward, grinding his erection into the smaller man, nearly growling into the kiss as he nipped at Yuji's lower lip sharply.
Vale watched Sand and Yuji, feeling himself growing almost painfully hard. Wench never played this game with him, ever, and even Sand did not always press as hard as Vale would have liked. Vale had the strongest desire to let all control slide away, to let these two other men do with him what they would. A shiver of anticipation ran up his spine, and he licked his lips, careful not to move or make a sound, his green eyes fixed on the sight before him.
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Sand watched Yuji's play with Vale with an amused expression. Vale was far too good at being sweetly accommodating, and Sand could not blame Yuji for wanting to try him. Sand himself adored Vale for that very reason. Sand was fairly sure he and Yuji could do a very good job of making Vale feel both appreciated and plundered.
Vale in the meantime was returning Yuji's kiss with sweet intensity, his hands tangling in the shorter man's hair as he ground back with undisguised desire. "How very kind of you," Vale said, a little breathless. When Yuji slid an arm around Vale's waist to lead him to his room, Vale sighed happily and tossed a glance over his shoulder at Sand. Sand was watching the hakama sway around Yuji's legs, and he moved quickly to catch up, slipping an arm around Yuji from the other side.
"We'll have to take good care of Vale, indeed." Sand's smile widened. "I'm sure we'll think of something..."
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"Our room is no doubt occupied by our dear Wench," Sand murmured, his tongue snaking out to trace the shell of Yuji's ear. "Perhaps your room is free?"
Vale slid a hand along Yuji's thigh. "Sand has a great deal of stamina, and while your friends were delightful company for him, I've hardly been challenged." Vale returned the kiss, as soft and chaste as Yuji's had been. He loved this part of the game, the delicate opening moves, the delightful innuendo. Not that Vale disliked what would follow, oh, no. Vale relished being plundered, and he intended to be just that tonight, especially since Yuji seemed more than willing to take what he wanted.
Sand nodded to a servant, and a bottle of fine whiskey was handed to him. "Shall we?" As the elf stood, the fall of his finely woven kilt revealed how very interested he was.
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Vale reached out a slim hand and ran it through Yuji's hair. It was just as silky as Sand's. "I don't think Sand was inquiring about musical instruments." Vale dipped in and nipped Yuji's earlobe very lightly.
"While I appreciate music as much as the next elf," Sand added, "I was hoping for something a little more intimate. Very forward of me, I know, but I would so hate to see you slip away before we could get to know you better." By the heat in Yuji's eyes, Sand did not think he was being very forward at all.
Vale's hand had slid down to caress Yuji's back, moving in lazy circles and dropping lower with each pass. "The pipers are still playing, and although your music is splendid, I'm sure you can slip away for a while."
"We promise to get you back down by dinner, hmm?" Sand purred, leaning in to steal a kiss.
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Wench nestled her head into T's shoulder as he carried her up the stairs to the third floor. Sand and Vale would know enough to find another place to play, having seen her interest in T. She tried to remember if the toys were still scattered around, or if they had remembered to pick them up, and then realized that Pitt's excellent staff would have tidied things up while she was at the fashion show.
The toys were away in their velvet bag on the nightstand, the windows open and the sea breeze exactly right. Pitt's staff had left the bed turned down so invitingly, and wench sighed happily as T crossed the room with her...
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Sand saw Yuji at the piano, and he shot Vale on of those looks Vale had become accustomed to on this vacation.
"Look at those eyes," Sand murmured, obviously determined to pursue the Japanese man.
Vale tilted his head and looked. Yuji did have perfect eyes, now that Vale thought about it, and his silky black hair, although shorter, reminded him of Sand's hair. "You'll be lucky if Willow doesn't complain to our dear Wench." He shot Sand an amused look. "If the other two who came with her didn't leave, you'd never get any rest."
"Vacations, my dear Vale, are not about rest. They are about relaxing, shedding one's stress and enjoying oneself to the fullest." Sand's eyes were already darkening with lust as he watch Yuji play. "And I do believe our Wench will be far too occupied to take any complaints, although I do not think Willow minds at all." Sand looked over to where Willow had left Satoshi and Kansas with K.
Vale shrugged. His protests were only a token thing, after all, and he was more than happy to join Sand at the piano as they slid onto the bench, one on either side, but leaving a little room, for now.
"You play beautifully," Sand drawling, his eyes hungry as he looked at Yuji. "Tell me, is that all you can play?"
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Wench let the mead slide down her throat, her tongue teasing T's tongue as she sucked the last bit of sweetness from his lips. She pressed herself against him, fingers sliding into his dark mane, letting the kiss deepen just enough to make sure he knew how very interested she was. This particular man was not going to slip away, not this time. Her elves were delightful, but human men made Wench's insides melt.
"I think we might want to move this somewhere more... private," Wench suggested when she finally came up for air. Her knees were weak again, her head spinning, and she was more than willing to let T have his way, this time.
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Wench looked at T, her smile more than inviting. "Oh, I wouldn't be too sure. As you can see, it took both my pets to walk me over here. I'm sure my knees will be weak for some time yet." She stood, her pareo parting to show a flash of tanned thigh. "And I'm quite sure you'd be willing to test that theory, hmm?"
Sand looked over at Vale and arched an eyebrow. "We may be on our own for a bit."
"I'm sure we can find a way to occupy ourselves," Vale replied, tugging on one jeweled braid. "You've been a little distracted, and I've missed you."
Wench looked at her two elves. "Go then, my dears. Go and play." The elves needed no further urging and disappeared quickly, while Wench turned her attention back to T, running a hand down his chest to snag in the waistband of his kilt. "So, tell me, sweet man, what amuses you?"
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Wench met up with Sand and Vale, and kissed each of them soundly. "You both were marvelous, my darlings. All the boys were marvelous, actually!"
"I don't know about either of you, but I'm starving, and the food smells wonderful," Vale said, wrapping an arm around Wench.
Sand took her other side. "I think that is an excellent idea. Shall we?"
Wench patted two firm asses happily as they headed to the dining room, her mind wandering back to the kiss from T.
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Wench found herself yelling loudly along with the crowd as Apollo prompted D to peel off his kilt, revealing the shorter kilt beneath. When the second kilt was removed, and that little hint of blue ribbon showed, Wench was out of her seat, cheering. D was gorgeous, and tall, and his hair was glorious indeed, as beautiful Sand's. Apollo had outdone herself indeed...
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Wench had a dreamy look in her eyes as T steadied her, the kiss still burning on her lips. Gods above, that man was pretty and even thought the kiss was fairly chaste, the heat of his mouth was doing delightful things to Wench's belly and imagination...
It took a moment for her to register the completely adorable strip tease going on back on the stage.
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Satoshi looked at Yuji almost pleadingly, his eyes huge behind his black-rimmed glasses. He tugged nervously at his hatama, the blush on his cheeks darkening. Yuji just looked at him for a moment, and then imperiously tugged the smaller green haired man through the curtain.
The two made their way to the center of the stage, and Yuji just ignored the puzzled looks from the audience. The music had him now, and he knew Satoshi was feeling it as well when he saw the smaller man's eyes grow dreamy. Very. very slowly, Yuji turned Satoshi to face him, and guided Satoshi's hands to his hatama, while he reached for Satoshi's.
"Come on, you can do this," he urged almost silently, his perfect eyes locked on Satoshi. Satoshi nodded a little, under the spell of those eyes and the music, and his fingers got busy. The audience began to cheer as they saw the hatama fall away, and the cheers got louder and mingled with delighted laughter when the kilts underneath were revealed.
Yuji grabbed Satoshi's hand, and together they danced their way down the catwalk. Satoshi was a little awkward at first, but he nibbled at the piercings in his lower lip and tried to play along. As they went further down the catwalk, Willow's cheers made the green haired man break out into a grin, and he gave an extra waggle of his hips as he passed her. The kilt felt nice swishing around his knees, and Yuji was holding on tightly, so yeah, he could do this...
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Wench found the vampire's pique most amusing, and her eyes lit up when he let his fangs slip forth. Expecting sense in this crowd was asking for the moon.
Wench found her attention drawn right back to the stage when Kansas bounced out. She has been mildly surprised to find Kansas and Sand entwined when she and Vale had finally made their way up to the room, but he had slept peacefully in their bed through the night. He really was an adorable young man...
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Kansas looked at D, and receiving a nod, bounced through the curtain. He looked around quickly, and spotted Willow, and a sweet smile appeared on his face. He was going to do this right, and show Willow how good he could be. Besides, he liked his outfit. He closed his blue eyes for just a moment, to let the music settle in, and then he pranced happily out onto the stage, his leather kilt hanging low on his hips, the spiky sporran bouncing in time to the beat of the music.
When Kansas got to the beginning of the catwalk, he decided to peel off his black pirate's shirt, wiggling his hips as he did so and making the kilt settle even lower. The blue dragons rising from each hipbone were as bright as the blue streaks in his raven black hair, and the right dragon's head curled possessively over his round butt. Kansas giggled a little, and danced down the catwalk, hips still busily twitching. He gave a quick pirouette at the end, his spiky platform boots matching his sporran perfectly, and then he danced back down to the stage to disappear behind the curtain, giggling at little at how much everyone seemed to like his show.
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Sand looked at Kansas, noting the bruising on his lip with dismay. "Damn it all, Vale, do we have anything for that?"
Vale dug in the magic bag he had tucked in his kilt, and pulled out a pale blue potion. "This should do it."
Sand gave his lover a fast kiss in thanks and hurried over to Kansas, who was watching the vampire, Spike with wide eyes. "Kansas," Sand murmured. "Look up for a moment." Sand dipped afinger in the potion and smoothed it very gently over the bruised lip, watching in satisfaction as most of the bruising faded quickly. "That should feel a little better, and your lips look very sweet now."
Back in the audience, Wench applauded in delight as B strutted his way along the catwalk. She made damned sure hers was one of the wrists that got kissed, too!
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Wench clapped in delight as Kakashi made his appearance. noting with approval how low his kilt sat on his hips. Even with the mask obscuring part of his face, he was handsome enough to turn heads, and his ninja training gave him a wicked grace. But when his kilt dropped... well, Wench could not help but cheer.
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Wench applauded wildly as each contestant strolled down the catwalk. K had looked so incredibly sexy in his leather strips, the tight underwear nearly making her cheer out loud. She resolved to find out just how much fun that particular kilted boy could be, even if it meant caving in and apologizing to him so sweetly that he would not be able to refuse. Sand and Vale were lovely as usual, and Xander was so adorably comically that she applauded even harder for him.
Apollo had such wonderful ideas. This fashion show was brilliant!
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Sand and Vale glided onto the stage, side by side in their matching Black Watch tartans, studded belts and tall black riding boots. Sand's jeweled braids flashed and twinkled in the sunlight as the two elves, one dark and one light, sauntered down the runway, making sure to put a good swing in their hips to make their kilts sway prettily. Their bare chests were lightly oiled, and gleamed like satin.
When they reached the center of the walk, they paused and stood back to back, hands clasped, and turned in a circle fast enough to make the kilts lift slightly. Then they broke and continued down the walk a little further, hips swaying to the music, until they reached the end. Sand spun Vale around, tousled his hair one more time for good measure, and planted a lingering if uncharacteristically chaste kiss on his lover's lips.
Sand and Vale sauntered back down the walk, still hand in hand and waved as they made their exit.
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Sand finished drying Kansas off and took him back down to Willow's room, stealing a last kiss from those pink lips. "You were perfect, little one, just perfect." Then Sand raced back up the stairs to get ready for the show.
Vale was already in his kilt and boots, struggling to put his hair in some sort of order. Sand chuckled as he took the comb away from Vale. "Sit, my sorcerer, and let me do this." He combed Vale's blond hair and then tousled it very lightly with his fingers, until he looked completely ravishable. Sand had left his long black hair loose except for a thin braid at each temple, woven throughout with jeweled beads. His tall black riding boots were impeccably polished, and adjusted his kilt so that it swung perfectly from his slim hips.
Wench looked them both over. "You look entirely splendid, the pair of you. Now go downstairs and wait for Apollo. She will make sure that someone tells you what order you will be in." She decided that the Black Watch tartan had been an excellent choice, and Sand's tailor had not disappointed at all in the quality of his work. Instead of sporrans, the pair wore thick black leather belts that hung low in front, silver studs winking in the morning sun.
Vale looked over at Sand and grinned. "Do you think we have a chance, wizard?"
"Oh, I do not really care if we win. It is knowing that we will we watched that interests me," Sand replied. He had been enjoying himself marvelously so far on this vacation, and he had every intention of continuing to have fun.
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Nastrandir:
Shayla...your depiction of her is so wonderfully vivid, and her devotion to Daeghun is so transparently beautiful. Knowing what will happen to them, and seeing them so happy together is terribly bittersweet. And yet she's also not just eye-candy, or a foil for Esmerelle, as her info-gathering proves - she's useful, and rather astute, and I think that fits in terms of Daeghun, as well - he'd be interested in her wits almost moreso than her beauty and her effervescence, I think.Esmerelle's talk with Myrthin was wonderful, and very real. Such an understandable fear, to worry about being alone, and lovely to see emotion in Myrthin. He's not simply the gruff dwarven drinking buddy, he's also very much her friend.
Just wonderful
Thank you, as always! I'm glad that my characters come off as more than just foils for the protagonist, since it really should be about all of them. None of us exist in a vacuum, after all! I think we're in agreement on that, though, since you're excellent at developing your companions and bringing out their full personalities!
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wanderingaddict:
oh no Bench! I take it this means that Wraith hasn't met tainted Tamlan yet? haha, wow, is that still going to happen? I'm really curious and kinda worried now, both for Wraith and because I'd always really liked Tamlan myself. I had a soft spot for him a mile wide
even if he was a big idiot and even though I said NO TOUCH THE MIRROR. I like how you touched on the fact that Allistar isn't much of a leader here, seeing Wraith think that really adds to the fact that the guy's something of a contemplative (or at least perceptive) guy.Wraith hasn'r met tainted Tamlen yet, you're quite correct! And I have a pretty soft spot for him as well. He comes off as a good friend, and wham! Instant demise. And, staying true to the storyline, Alistair is not even remotely hardened, and isn't at all a leader. I figured Wraith would pick up on that because of the nature of the Dalish culture. When you're nomadic and either actively disliked or at best tolerated wherever you go, it tends to make you look at people closely. And thanks for taking the time to review! I always enjoy seeing what people pick up on in my ramblings, and every bit of feedback makes me think about what I write, and how I can make it better!
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DG, I was pretty surprised myself, and honestly, I didn't even put my age at first because I was so sure I was the odd duck out! But I'm proudly flying the birthday now, so...
And to add to Dany's list, since I remember all of her list...
I watched the World Trade Center go up when I was in college (such a NY wench I am), and I was holding my toddler boy when I watched it go down...
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Wench smiled at Lucien. "It's been lovely so far, and I can only imagine it will get better still." She turned slightly into a thermal that lifted her higher. "I don't dare fly as close as you, Lucine, my dear. My glider can't quite flap, after all." Wench laughed, and began to ride a thermal upwards in a slow spiral.
"Wench," Vale called. "We should turn back, and land soon, before we worry the staff unduly."
Vale was surprised when Wench only nodded, and fell in behind him for a change.
Invitation for Day 4
in 2011 AFF Virtual Vacation
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Sand moaned when Yuji pinched the tip of his ear, his eyes fluttering shut in pure pleasure. "The love bite need not be pale as far as I am concerned. In fact, the darker the better." Sand's deft fingers set to work on the laces of the hakama, although he could not resist running a firm hand across the bulge in them. When Yuji grabbed his hair, Sand slid his hand inside the hakama, wanting skin against his. He was so tempted to simply tear the garment away, but it appears to be both elaborate and somehow important to Yuji, and he restrained the feral urge.
Yuji's kisses were not only driving Sand into a frenzy of lust. Vale was near to breaking, since Sand rarely required him to remain still and silent. This was a new twist to the familiar game, though, and the frustration was somehow delicious. Vale risked a shuddering breath, his nipples as hard as pebbles, his cock aching as he felt a spurt of precum splash onto his thigh underneath the kilt. He was sure his balls were going to explode any moment, but he held on, the torturous anticipation becoming pleasure all on its own.