[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]

Alas, it isn't my place to speak ill of those in the highest ranks.

[A practiced lie from a man who has the confidence of many nobles.]

[unbreakable_king]

[Yes, well, Rhy believes people need say it more.]

And if I were to invite you to do so?

[of_bokthersa]

I'm afraid the nobles of my world would not take kindly to it.

[He has the decency to look abashed as he takes a bite from a cinnamon raisin pretzel.]

[unbreakable_king]

They sound as if they are not suited to being nobles then.

[Not that he has an opinion or anything.]

[of_bokthersa]

I suppose it depends on what you consider noble. Another game?

[unbreakable_king]

[Now wasn't that quite the question. One Rhy had struggled with for so very much of his life. Perhaps, though, he was doing better now than he had been when he was younger.]

Please. If I do not practice, how am I supposed to provide a satisfying encounter?

[of_bokthersa]

I assure you, you've been most stimulating.

[It had been a while since Seregil had been able to put his skills to use.]

Would you like the first turn this time?

[unbreakable_king]

[Oh, he's enjoying those sorts of statements, though.]

I do so enjoy being the first way to stimulate someone.

[of_bokthersa]

With comments like that, I fear you may be quick to finish as well.

[unbreakable_king]

[Oh how droll. Rhy leans forward just enough to touch the game pieces, just to make sure he can do that coy looking up at someone through the eyelashes thing that works so well.]

Speed can be an issue for some, but I'm told I have quite the stamina for gaming. Though, when facing one particularly skilled such as yourself, even my stamina could be tried in the face of talent.

[of_bokthersa]

You do have the makings of one who could have great talent. I'm afraid my tali might have been a better match for you. He has far more patience than I.

[unbreakable_king]

I am certain my talent is already lofty, but not in this game you have chosen.

[Oh really? Rhy smiles and tilts his head.]

Tell me of your Tali and his talents.

[of_bokthersa]

Hmm.

[He balances a stone against his mouth in thought. How much does he want to disclose to Rhy? It's true that where they now have none of the intrigues that they're used to, and most people know the intimate details of their life. It's also true that Alec is far less guarded here than he should be. Seregil, however, has that distrust ingrained in him.]

He has many robust talents. Sadly, gaming isn't one of them, though; I do wonder if he has proper joints anymore.

[The last comment is said thoughtfully, as he places his stone down. As if it's almost an afterthought. No harm in bragging about how good Alec is in bed. Even if the man in question will kill him if he finds out (in fact, that's half the fun of it.)]

[unbreakable_king]

[Rhy selects a stone of his own, leaning back and rolling it over the backs of his fingers. Just to show how flexible they are.]

So he would not be a good tutor. Some talents are not taught, but born. Or worked toward. And one must enjoy that particular talent. Flexibility of the mind and body are valuable talents. One worth sampling.

[of_bokthersa]

Quite true. I was lucky to find someone with such a keen and inventive mind. Sometimes I wonder if he can read them. Or perhaps I'm simply an easy man to read.

[unbreakable_king]

Ah, inventive can most definitely cause new plays in any game.

[He moves forward to play the stone, his fingers stroking it before he pulls back.]

If you were so easily read, I would be winning, would I not?

[of_bokthersa]

Would you? You're still green at it, after all. Perhaps one day you'll have me flat on my back.

[unbreakable_king]

[Green. Annoying. But he smirks at Seregil's statement.]

Ah, what a day that would be, having beat the pants off of you. It would be a true victory, and one I would want to savor.

[of_bokthersa]

I can't count the number of times this game has left me without my pants.

[There's a good-natured laugh in that. Most of those times he was being checked for luck tokens or something else.]

[unbreakable_king]

[Oh dear, how intriguing. Too bad the man is spoken for.]

As it is, I suppose I shall be cursed to see you with them. For now.

[of_bokthersa]

That sounds almost as if you're plotting something.

[unbreakable_king]

Time, Seregil, might well be my friend. Who knows.

[of_bokthersa]

Ah, I suppose you could convince me to strip. It isn't that hard, I'm sorry to say.

[unbreakable_king]

[Could he? Rhy licks his lips.]

That would not be a good idea.

[of_bokthersa]

[Seregil raises a brow as if he's oblivious to the dangers of this game.]

No?