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 Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 5:51 pm
 
In which both men question their femininity...er, masculinity.
Setting:
Main Street, then Bataar's Yurt
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 6:15 pm
The first thing Jianyu noticed when he awoke was the smell. Cool water mixed with the musky spices of someone familiar and a hint of something unidentifiable.
The second thing he noticed was the very confusing fact that everything seemed to be upside-down. The buildings, the people who were staring at him with wide, curious eyes. Jianyu let out a soft moan.
Then he realized just exactly what was going on.
"Bataar..." Jianyu said slowly, still a bit groggy as he tried to raise his head. It was difficult, considering that he was tossed rather haphazardly over the Mongol's shoulder. His bare shoulder. "Why exatly are you carrying me? And why..."
Jianyu glanced down.
Oh, dear goddess Lunaria -
"Bataar!" Jianyu yowled in exasperation. "Why are you still naked?!
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 6:34 pm
Bataar trotted down the street at an easy pace, noting that it was rather empty altogether. He’d almost reached his yurt with Jianyu slung over his shoulder, and he had to say that it had been a rather easy trek the entire time. That was because he thought he was epicly strong! On that point, he was probably right, too. Bataar was powerful. He was so busy contemplating this that he didn’t even notice Jianyu was once again awake until he spoke up.
”I’m carrying you because you passed out.” he explained quite frankly. ”You just couldn’t take it, huh?” A characteristic grin formed on the Mongol’s lips as he continued to walk along, trying to assure himself that that meant he was absolutely manly. Of course, the alternative could have been that Jianyu had hit his head on the fountain and had blacked out because of that instead of because of the kiss—that was a lot less pleasant to imagine, however, in the maroon Lunarian’s opinion.
Why was he still naked? ”I told you! My clothes were soaked!” Did he have to remind Jianyu once again that he’d been pulled into that cold fountain? Luckily he was drying off rather nicely, with his hair contributing to most of his dampness at this point. The thick waves would take hours to dry, he knew. There was no use bothering with it.
He ignored that fact that Jianyu could probably walk at this point, instead wanting to flaunt his manliness. Only truly manly men could carry people around on their shoulders through the entirety of the Imperial City!
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 6:50 pm
Right. They had gotten into a fight in the fountain in the middle of street. Again. It hardly seemed like a coincidence that they had all but repeated the last time they had fought in that fountain, only this time it was only Jianyu who had passed out instead of the both of them. But come to think of it...why had he passed out? He remembered the fight, remembered the bickering and squabbling and Bataar stripping naked...but what had happened after that? Jianyu was slightly confused until Bataar spoke. Then it all came flooding back to him.
The kiss. The one that Bataar had, for once, initiated. Jianyu felt a flush rise in his cheeks and he raised a hand to cover his mouth as a feeling of complete and utter mortification came sweeping across him. He had fainted because of a kiss.
It was an incredibly womanly thing to do. Jianyu did not like the fact that he seemed to be acting quite feminine around Bataar as of late. Was this a recurring thing? Had he truly turned into a womanly sort of man?
"That is not why I fainted." Jianyu declared hotly, studiously ignoring the redness of his cheeks and the fact that he was starting to feel slightly lightheaded from hanging upside-down. "I fainted because...because I was tired, that's all!"
A lame excuse, but Jianyu clung to it desperately, hoping somewhere that that was the real reason for his blacking out, not turning feminine.
"Where are you taking me?" Jianyu demanded, pressing his fingers into Bataar's lower back, right above that horrific tattoo he had gotten a few weeks back that proclaimed his name to all the world. "Put me down and put some clothes on!"
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 7:00 pm
Bataar wasn’t entire sure why Jianyu had passed out, but he somehow doubted that it was because the other man had simply been tired. He had been quite lively moments before then! Either Bataar had made him swoon, or he’d slammed his head into the stone of the fountain. Bat couldn’t quite place his finger on which he liked better. They were both quite appealing for the violent Mongol, although he liked to think that he was so manly that his kisses were automatically just that excellent. For a man as big-headed as Bat, that was a great explanation to give to himself.
”Tired my a**!” His a**, indeed, chiseled and on display for all the world to see at the moment. Jianyu had to be getting an eyeful, but Bat hardly noticed the irony of the situation at hand. He was too dense to come to any sorts of realizations like that, as was clear by each and every one of his mannerisms.
He continued along, ignoring Jianyu’s demands to be put down. ”We’re going to my yurt, of course!” he declared, as if it were normal to live in a tent in someone else’s yard. For Bataar, that was the definition of normalcy, although no one else could see through his motives or decisions. He had a lifestyle that not many people could quite understand, and it was likely that they never would have any realizations about it. He was just… Bat.
And he was definitely not going to add on some clothing! ”I don’t have any clothes with me right now. Besides, we’re almost there! You’re getting a free ride!” He made a turn as he spoke, grinning as the courtyard came into view before strutting right into it and dumping Jianyu unceremoniously within his yurt, which probably had more than just a few rats scampering about at the time.
He’d always thought his home was rather charming, anyway.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 7:13 pm
Jianyu was indeed getting quite the eyeful from his position hanging over the Mongol's broad back. From here, he could see all of Bataar's very fine...assets, though he would have rather not, especially seeing as how he was being carried like a sack of potatoes rather than a human being. He let out an exasperated sigh, poking his fingers harder into Bataar's back in an attempt to get let down, but to no avail. Bataar was much too stubborn and much too thickheaded to realize that his boyfriend was struggling to free himself from his grasp.
"Why the hell are we going to your yurt?" Jianyu snarled, just before he was dumped rather haphazardly onto the not-so-comfortable floor of Bataar's tent. The Mongol had not bothered to drop him onto the soft furs, but instead right onto the leathery, flat yurt floor. Jianyu sat up, rubbing his head as a rat scurried out from under a messy pile of what looked like miscellaneous cloths. It's tail brushed against Jianyu's hand, and he turned a lethal glare towards the Mongol.
"You don't have any clothes?" he asked, rather testily. He'd dropped his voice down an octave in an effort to sound less feminine, but he also hoped that Bataar did not notice this particular little detail. "Even women such as yourselves have clothes, Bataar."
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 7:24 pm
There wasn’t any particular reason they were headed to Bat’s yurt as opposed to anywhere else, although he kind of wanted a nice dry set of clothing(smelly or not). He generally ignored the rest of Jianyu’s protests until they’d arrived and he’d dumped him on the floor, and then Bataar turned his attention to the rat that had skittered out. He picked up the small creature, kissing its little nose and mumbling lovingly to it. As putrid as many people thought rats were, Bataar absolutely loved them, and yes, Jianyu had gotten many indirect kisses from rats over the past few months.
”We’re here because I like my yurt.” he explained, setting the rat down within the pile of his clothing while not bothering to put it on. He sat down, crossing his legs as he surveyed the other Lunarian. He definitely had clothes, but he wanted to remind Jianyu that he was a man! Rugged and built and manly!
This reminder was altogether necessary in the Mongol’s mind, and he was determined to flaunt it. There was no way he was putting on clothing now that Jianyu had called him a woman again! That was simply horrifying! ”I have clothes, but my rat is using them.” he muttered, shooting the other man a glare. He was not girly! He simply could not accept that terrible label, least of all from his boyfriend of all people.
Beyond that, he sensed a few oddities in Jianyu’s behavior. Bataar didn’t pride himself on reading other people, but something was definitely up. ”What is wrong with your voice?” The question seemed benign enough, and the Mongol would never know that it had the ability to hit home. He had no idea that both he and Jianyu were struggling for their manly identities at the very same time!
Not one clue.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 7:34 pm
Jianyu eyed Bataar suspiciously. He was cooing at the rat. The rat. Obviously those creatures held more of his affection than his actual boyfriend, sitting not five feet away from him. Jianyu kept his eyes studiously on Bataar's face, determinedly not letting his gaze drift downwards as he glared at the entirely nude Mongol.
"You do realize that you're being quite ridiculous." he said, reaching over to tug a shirt free from the large, unorganized pile that was tossed carelessly into a corner. He sniffed it cautiously, and when he didn't reel backwards from mildew or rot, he thrust it towards the Mongol, prodding him in the chest.
"Clothes." he said, then flushed, swearing inwardly when Bataar noticed the change in his voice. "Nothing." he mumbled, face red, and he turned slightly away. This was not helping his desire to be less feminine whatsoever, so he turned back to the Mongol, an unhappy expression on his face. "Why will you not dress? Your rat...is obviously too small for your clothes as it is. Please, put something on."
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 7:44 pm
Bataar did love his pet rats quite a lot, and he made no secret of it as he continued to gaze lovingly at the small creatures. Furry animals were clearly his first calling in life, and he’d given up being ashamed. Rats were manly creatures! He was sure of it! Bat was quite absorbed with his little pet creature until Jianyu caught his attention yet again. He didn’t understand at all how he was being ridiculous, and so he was tempted to ignore that particular comment.
But Bataar couldn’t live without saying something back! ”What is so ridiculous about me?” he asked, gesturing to himself as if encouraging the legionnaire to look at the places that he was trying to keep his eyes off of. It couldn’t have been easy for Jianyu, but Bat wasn’t noticing in any case. If he had to, he would purposely draw attention to himself, but that was only if he started to feel particularly unmanned by any comments the other Lunarian made.
Hmph! He knew his rat was too small for his clothing! ”That is his nest, and you just disturbed it!” Bataar pointed out, taking the shirt that was given to him and placing it carefully back onto the pile, wrapping it partially around the enormous rat. Clearly he enjoyed tucking his animals in at night, kissing them, and speaking with them. Anyone might have pointed out that he should have been doing these things for Jianyu.
But the fact of the matter was that he wasn’t, and that he never would. ”I do not want to wear clothing right now!”
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 7:56 pm
Jianyu let out his breath in one long, exasperated sigh, studiously ignoring the way that the Mongol was lovingly tucking the rat back inside of the "nest" of clothing. Sitting cross-legged, he rested his elbow on his knee, leaning his head into his hand.
"I could list all the things that make you ridiculous, but then we would be here all night." Jianyu commented dryly, his gaze still fixated determinedly on Bataar's face. He would not fall bait to that innocent, Who, me? expression and the outraged gestures that were somewhat distracted. Jianyu's eyes flitted briefly to rest on the Mongol's strong chest before forcing himself back to his eyes.
Pay. Attention. He is trying to throw you off your guard here. Be strong. Strong. Ignore. Ignore.
"You are acting like a child." Jianyu pointed out, and his eyes drifted downwards once more as his resolve fell through completely. His gaze landed on one particular piece of Bataar's anatomy, and Jianyu's face flushed slightly. "Although that is not particularly surprising, considering you look like a child in certain...aspects of your being."
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 8:07 pm
Jianyu was really starting to piss him off, and Bataar wasn’t about to make a secret of any of it. If he’d claimed he was not ridiculous, then obviously he wasn’t. That was the truth of the matter in his mind, at least, and before he knew it he had begun to glare flatly in the legionnaire’s direction. When Bataar was displeased, he generally let others know it, and the warning signs were probably quite clear as one of his eyebrows began twitching in an effort to keep his facial expression somewhat normal. It didn’t work, though, and his annoyance was clear.
”You’re right. You tend to be a little wordy when you want to explain things that aren’t true.” he retorted, his green eyes ominous. Once again, it was surprising just how far the Mongolian man had gone in gaining his own personal brand of intellect—mainly, in being able to detect blatant insults where they were. It had gotten a lot easier over time, and now he was ready for payback from his student days when he’d been blissfully oblivious to the terrible insults of his peers. As subtle as some cruel words were these days, he could recognize them.
And damn, if Bataar didn’t realize exactly what Jianyu was implying. His irritated expression was instantly replaced by one of mounting fury, and the rat could have told you that his presence was expanded tenfold as he tried to decide how best to murder the man sitting just across from him.
If there was one thing he didn’t look like, it was a child.
He lunged, pinning Jianyu down with the full force of his muscled body. ”Funny you should say that, when I’d like to assume it’s just the opposite.” he snarled, having lost his head completely with the anger that was burning through his veins. The legionnaire was definitely in trouble now.
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