[Mem Share] Not Alone

[unbreakable_king]

[OOC: Slightly nsfw thanks to adult situations and less than sufficient amounts of clothes.]

It's movement that stirs him from his sleep, which, after the night he's had, is pretty impressive. Rhy hums to himself as he rolls onto his side and watches as Alucard, by the dim light of the moon and stars through the windows, rises from Rhy's bed. Even in this light the man's tanned skin and rich dark curls of hair are stunning. Rhy can't help the stirring he feels in his body.

"Surely you don't mean to slip away through my window at this hour," Rhy muses, his voice light and teasing as his lover circles the bed, stopping only long enough to find his discarded pants and pull them on.

"Now now, my sweet prince, do you truly feel me so cruel a man as to leave you to your lonesome?" his beloved's voice nearly purrs as smart fingers move about the laces of his pants. "I merely wished you show you something."

Oh? More show and tell? The young Maresh heir delighted at the very idea, and he too slipped from amid the silken sheets of his bed, pushing through the rich curtains around it to find the nearby table where he knew he'd left a robe. The thing is pulled on even as he watches Alucard Emeric, roguish nobleman moving right to the doors to Rhy's patio and opening them. They are as silent as a breeze as they swing open, and his lover turns just enough to hold a beckoning hand out to Rhy. It would be rude, and foolish, not to accept. Rhy moved to catch the hand in his own, and found himself pulled swiftly against the older man's strong body. This close it was a wonder that he could breathe at all, and when he did he could smell the spice of Alucard's cologne, the natural musk of his skin, and under that the heavy mixture of sweat and sex. Oh what a temptation this man ever was for him.

"And one would hope that you meant to show me more than the glory of your bare skin," the prince chuckled, looking up to meet the quick, flashing wit of his lover's eyes as he was guided into the balcony with a side step.

Neither of them were appropriately dressed for this, and Rhy didn't care. From here the red light of the Isle River washed over them, and to look at the crimson of it lighting Alucard's skin was a temptation all its own. Rhy wished to lean in, to lick and suck and chase at the glory of that light. Instead he found himself being turned out toward the city and the myriad lights, both of oil and magic, that twinkled next to the powerful crimson of the local Source.

"What do you see, my pet?"

"Lights. The same lights there are every night."

The comment earned a chuckle, low and rich and sweet in that way that made Rhy want to press against his body, his lips, his hands. Instead he stayed watching, Alucard's hands on his shoulders, holding him toward the city.

"Each of those lights, my darling? Lives. A handful, at the least. Lives that one day shall be in your hands."

"Our hands," Rhy countered. "You will be at my side for that, will you not?"

Those hands on his shoulders turned to arms wrapped around his waist, and lips at his neck, kissing and sucking. Rhy shivered and pushed back against the firm, hot body, felt the growing firmness of Alucard's desire against his body.

"Of course, my darling. Of course."


[And a few minutes after the memory is up there, enjoy a very annoyed looking video of Rhy Maresh himself.]

Before anyone wonders aloud over the promise. He was not.

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[of_bokthersa]

So you'd have me at a disadvantage should we play it.

[That sounded like fun. Seregil had very few games that he wasn't good at. It had to be that way so that he could gain information easily. Then again, a little losing could go a long way.]

[unbreakable_king]

As you have me at a disadvantage now.

[Don't pretend that isn't true. What, Seregil, is turnabout not fair play?]

[of_bokthersa]

[Of course it is, but Seregil will also cheat like hell (which, he assumes Rhy will do as well).]

Practice might close the gap in skill.

[unbreakable_king]

[Sanct is a game all about cheating. So yes, it would happen.]

I am not sure you could ever stand on my level, my dear.

[of_bokthersa]

[Seregil holds a hand to his chest in feigned offense.]

You wound and insult me in one breath, my lord! Do I seem so unequipped to learn the games of your world and best them?

[unbreakable_king]

[He's a royal. He knows what fake offense looks like. Seregil, do a better fake offense!]

Wounds heal with time, beauty. But skill with Sanct is far more dearly won than that.

[of_bokthersa]

[If Seregil didn't want Rhy to know it was fake than the other man wouldn't know. Seregil prides himself on his acting and has been known to trick even royalty. But, of course, he had no reason to trick Rhy.]

Is that not the way of all things worth striving for? If something were easy where would the fun be in it?

[unbreakable_king]

You believe in delayed gratification then. I believe in instantenous. Consider it a side effect of being quite the spoiled prince.

[Or just wanting to drown himself in sensations and the illusion of love.]

[of_bokthersa]

Instant gratification brings only fleeting joy. If delayed, you have the joy of learning and perfecting.

[unbreakable_king]

Ah, but like a candle if one lets the joy and pleasure burn too long, the house burns down.

[Said with a perfectly pleasant smile]

[of_bokthersa]

But a burning house both keeps one warm and keeps your secrets.

[Not that Seregil was fond of burning houses down. He'd only done that, maybe once.]

[unbreakable_king]

Keeps one warm until there is naught left but ashes and the ruins of memories. Unless, of course, you are within the house, and are destroyed with it.

[Don't get into a battle of metaphors with a fire mage. Mostly because he might light it up a bit.]

[of_bokthersa]

I never said the house would be mine. Alec would be far too miserable if I were to do that.

[unbreakable_king]

[And now hey are clearly talking about different things.]

Be careful to control the flames.

[of_bokthersa]

I control very little, I'm afraid.

[A lie, but one that he executes smoothly this time.]

[unbreakable_king]

[Rhy chuckles and concedes the game before him. He's not winning this round.]

SOmething tells me that you are a man who prides himself upon control.

[of_bokthersa]

You wouldn't think so to see me in my world. I assure you that I am a man of decadence and excess.

[He gestures around to the clutter.]

[unbreakable_king]

[Oh, how amusing. Rhy offers a soft smile.]

Are you insinuating that it is not possible to be decadent but also keep control of your life? I do not agree.

[of_bokthersa]

Not if you're doing it properly.

[unbreakable_king]

My duty is control. My birthright. I cannot give it so easily, even for dalliances.

[of_bokthersa]

How unfortunate.

[unbreakable_king]

My kingdom depends on me making reasonable decisions. Which I have not always done.

[Therefore control matters.]

[of_bokthersa]

All royalty make mistakes from time to time.

[unbreakable_king]

And I've made very, very many. I intend to make less.

[He leans back and reaches into his bag to get another pretzel, this with cinnamon sugar.]

I have to be better than I was.

[of_bokthersa]

That's a truth for all of us, not just royalty.