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The moment they got through the crowd of the party, Autsu began unbuttoning the damp cowboy shirt. The idea of a towel had obviously not occurred to him, as he immediately began using the balled up shirt to try his face. So Kian got a headshake and a smile from the now shirtless Autsu, who was at least distracted enough by his current condition to ignore the greater situation. Or perhaps he'd finally built up a partial immunity to Kian's presence.

Unlikely.

Glad for the relative silence of the bedroom, he leaned against the wall while attempting to fold the shirt he had so carelessly balled up only second before. Sussare had given it to him, he remembered. She wouldn't be pleased if he'd destroyed it just to prove himself Bob.

"I am not sure what I think of Gaian traditions." He admitted, from his new leaning standpoint. Cowboy boots, tight pants and a cowboy hat. No shirt. He looked like he was posing for a studs in spurs calender. If you know, their models were winged alien criminals.

Autsu wasn't stupid. Alright, hold up. Actually it's quite possible that Autsu was a least a little stupid. Well, lets call him... oblivious? Oblivious. Sure. So, Autsu was, admittedly, often oblivious, but he wasn't completely blind. And there had been the last time, the agreement to, well, whatever it was they'd agreed to. They'd agreed to something. He noticed those three eyes on him, noticed and pretended not to notice, met Kian's eyes as if there was no subtleties in the room to swim through. It was easier that way.

Best not to think, at least for now, of the before. Give Kian a chance to tell him where they stood. Had things changed, while he'd been away?

"I do not seem to have drown, though it is lucky that it was not a pool full of apples. I do not swim." It was an almost uncomfortable admission. It hadn't been true, before Gaia. He'd swam fine and strong before, when the form had allowed for it. He wasn't sure what one did with wings while swimming, though. They seemed marginally water proof, as feathers could be, but the structure of the wings themselves was a problem.

"Your trip was successful?" He asked, instead of pursing the subject further. He kept his eyes on Kian's as if by maintaining that contact, they might both prove themselves safe.

He had things to say, comments to make, on skiing and the likelyhood of being knocked unconscious in a pool full of apples. Important things to say, about the length of hair, and Kian's willingness to admit that he had, to some extent, enjoyed the time he'd spent with his grandparents.

But he didn't say any of the the things he had to say, because that last frustrated question distracted him for the rest, brought him from leaning to standing, and tense at that. At attention, perhaps, any other time. Conflict, he'd take head on, any time. But he'd never become accustom to talking things out. Left things unsaid, more often than not. Didn't know what to do but lower his eyes from Kian's moving his gaze to a position just over Kian's shoulder, so that he might still see him without making him uncomfortable. Like him, to interpret a question as an order, and respond accordingly.

He was in the habit of taking orders from those he desired.

"They may be." He replied, chosing words with care, and still sure he was picking the wrong ones. "But they are not new. I had meant not to make you uncomfortable. You were-"

He would not say staring.

"It is different, with you, now." Words without meaning. He was becoming Narin. "How am I to act? Where would you have me look?"

Please, just tell me what I'm supposed to do.

He didn't say it. But he meant it. If he hadn't thought Kian could lead him, he may not have wanted him so badly in the first place.

It didn't help much, having the other so close. The tangling confusion of statement and question, of order and request. It would be dizzying, but could not be so dizzying as the feeling of fingers tangled up in his hair, and pressed against his bare chest.

As they'd always acted together? Kian was his ally, but also his oldest friend on Gaia. Was he to be the Autsu that chased foxes, the one who learned to use a sling, or the one who kissed him. Autsu was a soldier, through and through, but there were other bits and pieces of him that he didn't so much want to acknowledge, take in. It'd be easier to only be a soldier. But he couldn't be only. He couldn't even be only Gaian.

He didn't try to respond, or explain any further. He'd only tangle things up again. He was only a Di, only a soldier. He wasn't made to give speeches, he knew no great truths, not about himself, not about the universe.

He was all tied up in the shiver of Kian's fingertips. He had goosebumps.

He wasn't cold. His breath came in a quaking shudder that had nothing to do with upset. Passion could almost be a shield here. Better to drown in it than try to explain it.

He covered Kian's dark hand with his own, dark on dark, and then slid his fingers up the three eyed teens arm, to rest along his cheekbone. Not a gentle touch. Hungry.

"Comrade." He spoke with the rough honesty that Kian seemed to demand from him. "I am tired of not touching you."

Hiss... it came out in a rough breath between clenched teeth, and had Kian not closed the distance between them with touch and tail, he might have stumbled backwards, into the wall that was already as close as it might be, considering his wings.

The world was Kian, was the feeling of teeth against his thumb, was the sudden bright blaze of sensual feeling for someone who had not had sex in a very, very long time. And oh, there was a mess of emotions in their, tangling want with self loathing, and need with guilt. But mostly, the want and need won out.

Mostly it was need and Kian, and teeth on his thumb, so that he clenched that hand, fingertips digging slightly in to the flesh along the other's jawline. He was not gentle, not really. It wasn't something he'd learned in either life, in any love. He loved as a soldier might, who had known little else. He wanted with the roughness of war.

So when he moved forward to capture Kian's lips in his own, it was exactly that, a capture, a thing of teeth as much as lips and tongue, as his hand moved back to cup the neck of the one he'd spent too long wanting. His other hand fluttered in the air, unsure of where to settle, last time he'd touch Kian's back, he'd sent the other stumbling backward. It finally settled on Kian's tail, fingers moving hungrily there.

It was the tugging that did, pulling him forward, flesh to flesh, but sending him reeling, head spun with sensation, sure footing lost and Autsu ended up thoughtlessly allowing himself to lean back, wanting the pressure of the wall at his back, wanting to have purchase when he pulled Kian closer again.

But Autsu had wings. He'd never had wings during a moment such as this, never had to consider how they might get in the way, might complicate things, might... crunch painfully against the wall when his slender muscled body put weight against them. Oh. Well, that hurt quite a bit... and brought the boy with the blue wings back to himself, able once again to think of when, and where, and...

ouch.

Autsu was good at ignoring pain, and could have gone on from there. But it... it was not the best time. And it was enough for him, for now. Though he wanted deeply, had wanted badly and long, he'd never been in the situation he was in with Kian. Kian was a virgin... and more than that... innocent, in some ways, of the whole mess that was lust and love. He hadn't dealt with it before. There was a... responsibility... an expectation... that he wouldn't abuse that trust. Would not rush too far or too fast.

"Wait." He stepped to the side, away from Kian, to where he might open his wings and feel out the discomfort of crushed bones and feathers made to bend as they were not meant to do.

Gentler now, with his mind his own, he touched the side of Kian's face and smiled. An odd smile, sweet, and free of shadows. "They'll come looking for us soon. Archie. Your sibling."

"I do not think we could explain ourselves as celebrating Gaian Halloween traditions." Perhaps, he meant that statement in humor. "Though I find this more enjoyable than cold pools of apples."

Autsu's expression did not stay soft for long, the world was there again, making demands and reminding him of what he was. He stretched his wings again, uncomfortably, and frowned in disapproval. "They are-- fragile." He admitted, the word sounding pulled from him. "I would not be ungrateful for the assistance."

He did not like to admit how weak his body seemed to wish to be. He trained himself better, of course, there was lean hard muscle defining his slender form. And he took pain in stride, as a soldier must. But he knew no way to train his body not to bruise at the slightest suggestion of roughness, though bruises showed little on his dark skin. He did not know how to train his wings not to make unpleasant crunching noises when he treated them without care.

He let his hand rest on the doorknob, hesitated. Looked back at Kian, smiled, though not so gently this time, there was a definite edge of lust there. He was not one for words, usually. But still... "I-- enjoyed that. My thanks."