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 Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2023 2:10 pm
Today was not one of the days that Anthony was supposed to drop by to service the Cameron vehicles. Trey was very cognizant of when that particular day was, as it was always the first monday of the month. He was aware because plans had to be made around not having access to his car for a couple of hours, or however long it took the young man to do his regular service. It was also one of the weeks in which Joellen was not at home, but instead over seas in France hosting a fashion show of her fall collection. Aelius would have chewed off his own hand rather than show up on the Faure-Cameron estate, so there was no chance he was anywhere in residence.
All of that meant, of course, that there should not have been the movement of a shadow seen through the window in the side door of the garage. It arrested Trey in his path to the front door of the large house he called home and he turned instead towards the large detached building that hosted his personal vehicle and the towncar his mother used. He was immediately put in mind of burglars going for the expensive vehicles and his hand dipped into his pocket to finger the slender pen he carried, debating the merits of powering up before bursting onto the scene. His good sense kept him from it, both on the off chance it was something perfectly mundane, as well as the possibility whoever it was happened to be on the wrong side, and would link him to the estate.
He'd just have to make sure if someone did see him, they did not walk away from here with that knowledge.
Pausing at the door, he readied himself before reaching forward and throwing it open, stepping quickly into the dimness.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2023 1:00 pm
The tune he was mouthing to himself; indistinguishable upbeat, and double-time quick. Something about cinnamon sweet, or vitamins, or-- impossible to know from where any escaping sounds were muffled beneath the hood of Trey's very nice Avalon. Waru's hips pinned against the grill, elbows deep, under the hood of the gorgeous b***h of a machine. Anything that went fast n had horsepower was always girl-coded in his head -- things that packed heavy punches n drove slick lines and dizzying circles around nature itself -- as god intended. He'd let his loc's go; beadles, wild, wiry in every which way. It would've been in his face, down past his neck, nearly to his shoulders, save for the trappings of a braided leather tie that kept them out of the way. He'd forgone the typical fade and tapered edges he usually favored, left everything more dread than neat twist. He was going to see Aramis again once he got enough steel in his cojones to do so! But going anywhere of late, doing anything, seeing anyone else or other? It'd become a mess of organization that he was struggle-bussing with -- ******** -- the whole damn bus had caught fire and broken completely down right outside his front door. So he was hoofing it--Straight to godamned Faffls house-- Trey, trey, trey, he had to keep that name on his lips and in his head because this was not the home of the Crouching Dragon and it's Hidden Tiger of a blazing-water-ball little brother. This was Trey's garage, Trey's car, Trey's---" Howhlyfuchk--" the sound of the door being thrown open, that shiff and whoosh of air, the slam of well oiled handle n well oiled hinge seamlessly meeting wall hard enough to startle! Waru snarled some mangle of a curse for where the top-side of his skull met the underside of quality aluminum/steel materials. The small blue penlight with a wide glare, nearly cracked between his teeth, and showed -- the chassis neat, sleek casing unbolted and pulled aside. It showed oily prints both atop the cars gorgeous paint, and under the hoods edges from where Waru had clearly touched something or other --- There was in his hand both a spanning of small tools and the unearthly glow of an object. Something that seemed more Rift-born than Earth-made. "Owh! Wai-wai-waitdunshoot'mafriend'Iswear!" not that any of the gibberish made sense, but Waru was up now, no longer chattering at himself like a diffused subwoofer. Up and standing and holy ******** was the top of his head sore and ohmygod was that Trey!? "Uhmn--huhi--suh'prize?" if it was possible to look proud and injured all at once? To be sheepish and confident while wincing through the urge to resist rubbing his greasy fingers into his hair -- Waru thought he maybe managed that look well. Hell, maybe he even managed to make that look work! Or so he hoped, for his own fool sake.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2023 7:23 pm
"The ******** are you doing?" Trey barked out, finally getting a good look at the intruder in his garage. Apparently elbows deep in his very expensive, very babied car.
Waru. He was both surprised and not surprised. The adrenaline from the imaginary intrusion was settling now and with it came sharp-edged irritation to go along with the relief that it was someone he knew and had even invited here, once. Which was maybe the whole mistake that led to this. If he'd never brought Waru here, Albite would not have had a destination to teleport to, which was the only way Trey could imagine he'd gotten in here. Waru had, of course, expressed keen interest in the car last time, but it was... wildly unimaginable that he had decided to steal it. When he could have any other car he wanted, through the same means? Why this car?
But, it was hard to imagine what else he'd possibly be doing here, covered in grease and looking embarrassed.
"Are you trying to steal my car?" He asked, half seriously as he crossed arms over his broad chest and paced closer, loose linen shirt breezing behind him. He'd left his hair loose today and it trailed past his hips in its unbound state. It was a relaxed sort of look, one he wore more for comfort at home than because he wanted to look good for someone else. He hadn't expected to see anyone else today.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2023 1:06 am
*Am I trying to what now!?*Indignation warped his features around the penlight that he nearly swallowed, he thought better, spat it onto the floor, dropped the tools in a noisy clang — save for the glowy-bit clutched in his left hand which he had the sense to tuck into his shredded back pockets — Destiny City was too hot this time of year, and the ‘so distressed you look nearly undressed’ theme was in right now. Thrift sheik and vintage creases. Fake fades were all the rage and everyone and their nanny wanted faker bleach stains on worn denim blacks and splattered over deep v’d greens with raw hemlines, if there even was any hem to speak of. Waru didn’t mind looking like his clothing had been on the top box and had gotten the razors edge treatment, the juxtaposition was not lost on him. His messy, greased, vibe all counterpoint to Treys visual sleekness. The long hair gave him height, made Waru think * Eternal Senshi* so damn happily, and even dressed down the b*****d looked in charge… Well, it is his damn place I’m standing in. Trespassing in. It’s only sensible he looks in charge! Yeah, but does he have to look good even on his off days!?Apparently so! That, or Waru had a type, that was also all sorts of possible! Something by to tell Trey later, ‘ you look good fresh outta bed n scaring off bandits’, something to laugh over after everything was straightened out. Which he was doing imminently, right this second— “Ex-damn-scuse-you?! Of all the things in this place I * could* take and the thing you think I’d go for first, is the car!?” Stepping into Treys bubble and pressing a splay of point making fingerprints all over that loose linen and broad chest, meeting Trey at eye level with a look of his own. Smearing his hardly finished work over the work of art that dared to step up n meet him toe to toe. <********, how he’d missed the other man’s attitude! “OoohohoOooh—- Treeeyyyy—-don’t get it twisted, it’s a nice ******** car. It really is, but? You’ve gotta gimme * some* credit,” how easily his switch flipped, from indignant and pressing on the hot buttons, to grinning with all his teeth, like he wanted to live in the pocket of a moment forever. At least for another hour! It was exhilarating as it was entertaining, because he never knew which way things would go with Trey, and Waru thrilled for the surprise of finding out. “Cause you and I both know that the most valuable thing on this entire estate, is not this car—and more importantly? The only thing here I’d ever wanna risk getting caught taking for a joy ride—“ he hoped the stains he left on Trey’s shirt had every whorl of his finger prints etched into them, like a claim. That the marks never washed out, that they leeched through the expensive fabric and left lines darker than any ink that Waru wore on himself. He wanted to see the markings seven layers deep and all sorts of permanent on the olive tones of Trey’s chest— and to laugh about that too. To do so while he listened to the man grouse about makeup-coverups and photoshop and the need for explanations on why he wore a shirt to the pool from then on. Thought it would’ve been the height of hilarity for the reason to be *someone like him—*“It’s you. Both of these things? Are you. In fact allllll of these things?” Waru drew the words out into a drawl, withdrew his oil sticky fingers and mimed a dotted outline in the shape of Trey, around Treys form. He painted it into the air with his hands, his eyes, with a laugh that echoed in the solid space at the other man’s expense. “*Are. Still. You*——“He was supposed to be apologizing, to be doing good works, to be giving Trey a well earned gift! Instead all he could do was step back and stare openly; to really just, look Trey over properly in the dimness of the garage and wish he could drag the man out into the light— “And did I even mention how ******** much I’ve missed you!! You’ve got the nerve to be asking what the ******** I’m doing. What about you, Trey? How are you?” Were they good, were things fine? Was Trey still— mad—Waru imagined that whatever he lacked answers to, whatever fight was coming? He might get the chance to experience those answers yet!! The idea that his good deed wouldn’t go unpunished was a long ways away. Any consequences he received were well worth * this*. The chance at getting to see Trey again; full-force and in his own element, alive and in that perfect skin he wore everywhere like it was damned well nothing. Oh-so-very-worth-it!!
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2023 8:15 pm
Waru was babbling some sort of nonsense about him being worth more than the car and Trey could only stare at him with exasperation painted across his fine-featured face. Fingers pressed to his chest and he wanted to ask if all of this rambling bullshit meant Waru was trying to put something into his car with the intent of kidnapping him... until that hand pulled away and he felt the stickiness of it lift the linen from his chest and leave residue on his skin.
Blue eyes glanced down incredulously at the black fingerprints and that was enough to break the restraint that had kept his temper in check, flaring higher and hotter as he suddenly remembered that he was still supposed to be angry at Waru. Trey realized that he'd done his job of avoiding and ignoring the other man all too well, because he'd nearly forgotten that Waru had known about Rowan even before he did. Faustite had kept that knowledge from Trey, but had told Waru about it... and Waru had kept it from him as well. Rage flooded him, spreading warmth from the roots of his hair to the feet in his heeled boots, and it was sweet, and righteous. Unbound by rank, because now they were once again on equal footing and the only people he had to answer to were Faustite and the other General Sovereigns....
In a burst of motion, Trey took both hands, slapped them flat to Waru's chest, and threw his whole weight into shoving the other man back towards the wall of the garage. He didn't have his senshi strength for this, and undoubtedly Waru had weight and muscle on his side, but Trey was no slouch for all his more slender frame.
"How dare you put your filthy hands on me..." He hissed as he crowded up into Waru's space, blue eyes ablaze. The rage, while flash-fire hot, was tightly controlled and he nearly vibrated with how good it felt to let it out at someone. The grief of losing his brother, the anger at being kept from him, the fear of losing Faustite and the frustration at the hand his brother had had in it coupled with his own self-denial... all came pouring out on Waru's poor, dread-locked head.
"You withhold my brother from me, and then think you can come in here and touch my things without my permission, You. ********. Idiot.." White teeth flashed in his snarl, putting a bite into the words. "I should shove those tools down your throat until you choke on them."
Every part of Trey wanted to do that, to take out all of his aggression on so ripe a target. To see Waru prostrate and begging forgiveness.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2023 9:48 pm
The backwall of the garage was startlingly chill even through his own lightly stained with grease and rift-grime mottled green and orange tee, the feeling of it shocked a gasp from him, left him wide eyed and fish-faced staring down Trey's apparent rage. He hadn't seen him this mad in so long--serious, slender, meaning every griddle-hiss-spit word that fell free like a warning long overdue. Waru was enthralled even as he stood there stunned and soaked it all in for silent, breathless moments. Of course he dared, when had he ever been given reason to do otherwise? When had any stop sign ever blared red enough that he thought it needed heeding. He respected Trey---adored him---but more than that? He'd always liked pushing the mans buttons, saw a person Faustite admired above all else for his cool, calm, colective. For his intelligence and intrigue, and inherently there was a jealousy, but more than that? There was an itching, burning, sort of ire that oh so easily became *rage* -- at seeing an absolute gem like Trey buried away in ******** office. A man who wanted for power and deserved power and had by his own actions or the drowning chains of others been * denied* it. He'd never been happier than when he'd learned Fafnir was finally--f i n a l l y -- sleeping with Faustite. Never been more dismayed to suddenly, one day, out of the blue, learn that he was also Aelius's brother. That not even Faustite had known until the big reveal, and then it'd become a choosing game, hadn't it? A game where someone would lose no matter what, but at least Aelius and Trey would gain something out of it in the end -- something stolen from them -- and that seemed far more important in his ham-fisted, hammer-headed reveal than even preserving his husbands lovers had. It was the right thing to do once it was done. Just like keeping the secret had been the right thing to do up until then---at least for him it had been. He could've been wrong, maybe he'd always been wrong? It was far to late now with the cat out of the bag, on fire, yowling. Waru did remember to breathe even if he stayed pinned right the ******** where he was, fly nailed to the wall and refusing to fight, even as his jaw unhinged to let new words free-- "Why should I do any differently, when you've never given me reason to think otherwise?" he wished Trey would do more, would pick up those tools, pick up his ******** henshin; licked his teeth for the snarl that reverbed in his soul and returned it defiantly, with a grimace born of his own grin. "You waitn' till now to do something about it like my hands havn't been messily all the ******** over every other thing. Like the knowledge of it hasn't ********' lived under your skin for months now----You always need me to come knocking at your door though, huh Faffls? All that brains n' beauty-- alluvthis--ever at your fingertips. What do you do with it all?" Every intake was hot and every outpouring of sound felt cold and half gnawed as he gestured at the visible wealth and power and real world prestige that Trey had access to. Maybe Waru didn't know enough about the man to be judging him like this, about his struggles. Maybe he should've asked Trey before? Maybe he was asking him now, even if this felt like asking in the most back-a**-wards way ever divined, it was still easier to do this when trying to dig out details through Aelius was like trying to find a bandaid at the bottom of a razor bin. Enough of it was on him too, it was true, that he hadn't come to Trey sooner, that he hadn't been honest from go. That he'd withheld --- though he knew some of that was on Aelius too. The boy who'd said his family were dead and lo and behold they hadn't been even a little bit all this time! "Tell me how long it took you to * take* what shoulda always been yours--your wings--your company--your family---and don't even get me started about your precious baby bro! He witheld himself better n me or fort godamned knox ever could've--" flash and sneer and if Trey wanted him to apologize? He'd have to do better than drag him low with fancy words. He wanted the mans teeth, every sharply bared edge of them, wanted to hear the rest because if anyone deserved to commit violence? It was Trey, for how wronged he'd been by them alone. Waru assumed, as he finally pressed away from the wall with only his fingertips and a handspan of space between him and the heat of Treys bared, animal, iced ire, that there would be no divers watches coming forth from the end of this encounter, no pool-born apologies. That was fine, better, the best! The one he had was beloved, and getting anymore would've felt empty and cold as the air everywhere outside of their bodies felt. ********, if it wasn't nice to see Trey being honestly mad for himself for once, if it didn't stir everything in his soul that screamed about how appropriate it all was, about the divinity of the kind of retribution Trey was taking for himself about every line Waru knew he'd ever crossed without getting so much as a talking to--
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2023 8:34 pm
Trey's eyes flashed cold fire again as Waru opened his mouth and more nonsense came forth. As the man pressed towards him, he reached to seize his chin in his fingers, pinching it hard enough it probably hurt. If such a thing could even make it through that thick skull...
"Do not. Call me. Faffls." He hissed, every word clear and sharp and cold. "Clearly, you haven't learned any respect for me, and that's my own fault. I humored you, thinking in some small, minuscule, delirious way that we were possibly, maybe, a tiny bit more than just acquaintances..."
Waru was so close that Trey could feel his breathing on his face, the heat of his skin both in his grip and just radiating between them. He was so big, and so stupid, trampling over every good sense that any other person would have balked at. Why was it so easy for him? How could Trey ever explain why it was so important to him?
"But I saw your face. You knew before I did. A friend would not have withheld that information from me. So. Perhaps now that you're no longer my superior, its time I made up for that lack." His full lips curled in a sneer, baring fine, white teeth. "You really think a Super could have said anything to an Eternal, anyway? When you could just pluck me out of thin air whenever the hell you felt like it, and meet out punishment if I showed insubordination? You think I was going to risk everything I had worked for, for that?"
His tongue clucked against his teeth and he shook Waru's head a little with his grip on his jaw.
"It doesn't matter that you wouldn't have. You had the power, and I did not. But I have it now, don't I? And if you want my forgiveness, you're going to have to ask for it."
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2023 1:46 pm
Pinprick pain that grew and stilled simultaneously the urge to wag his ever eager tongue, the muscle sat locked behind grin and bear it teeth and the thinnest beginnings of a frown. The growl he swallowed with a click highlighting some dawning bit of understanding, because Trey was serious now. Was rubbing his nose in the severity of it all -- all those terrifying little power imbalances and how Trey was right that it didn't matter if Waru wasn't the type to take advantage of such things. The point had been that he could have, and hell? When he'd needed to most, hadn't he done just that? Yanked people below him through space and time to his call just because he'd wanted them there at that instant and hadn't thought any more about 'how' it all worked, or felt, or would be viewed by the party on the other end of the line he pulled so childishly with no forethought at all!! It was always so instinctual to do it. 'It was always because I could. I did it to Fulgurite, and Taenite, and worst of all *Trey*---' And doing it even the once? It meant he could've done it again, and who would they have gone to about it back then? At least now the playing field was level to some degree--level enough that he couldn't accidentally summon anyone, any way, at any time. Couldn't do it purposefully either. It was all asking as it should've always been, to people whose time and lives he should've respected enough to ask properly to begin with... Staring back into all that sharp, brutal ice leveled in his direction, Waru felt the brief fiery-lick of injustice in him soften up some, felt the beginnings of shame dampen it. Knowing that Trey shouldn't've had to reach Eternal to feel safe enough to have this out with him. It shouldn't've ever felt like a risk for anyone. That he came off as the benign threat he tried so hard not to be towards his own team mates? That thought sat heavy on his mind, an ugly, sore, bruise of a thing because he wanted to be *more*-- He'd wanted -- and failed -- but he was paying attention now! To how Faffls-- how Trey--had always humored him so easily, and for every inch given over Treys clearly drawn lines he'd demanded another mile more; recklessly, crudely, with absolute abandon! Had marveled at every bit of shiny he uncovered through sheer force of will and dedication to the cause of bugging the ever loving s**t out of Trey until he gave up even one iota more of his carefully cultivated self. He hadn't understood before, hadn't cared enough to try, but he wanted to now! The intent behind the grip on his jaw shook new thoughts loose, and left him realizing in the most belated fashion that his actions hadn't been 'friendly' at all--- He'd simply been chasing his own curiosity and treated the person who should've been his friend rather ******** abysmally in the process. "I---" the single syllable hissed free as he flinched to resist the urge he had to grab Trey, his wrist at least, to pry those well manicured nails off--- It was easier to breathe that tension out, a warm heave of breath through this nose until he could make himself settle enough to *show* exactly how much attention he was paying. How it felt like saying 'sorry' wouldn't cut it this time, felt wrong to even try and wrap his tongue around, because it didn't feel to him like Trey wasn't asking for an apology -- He was asking for actions, for proof of sincerity in those actions? Asking for forgiveness and saying 'sorry', were not remotely the same things! "I don't know * how*, with you, to start to ask for that." "But I want to."
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2023 8:56 pm
Trey scoffed, but his grip loosened a bit, easing from painful to simply commanding. He'd felt something shifting inside of Waru as his stance had changed, tensing and relaxing in turns as that mush of a brain of his finally started processing. He was finally listening, and that more than anything soothed some of Trey's anger.
"Use your words." He cooed, as if to a small child. "I know you know how to do it. Say; 'Please forgive me, Trey.' Its quite simple."
There was an intense sort of satisfaction in watching the way Waru struggled. Seeing how the realizations bloomed and that joking smile fell away. There had been a flash of pain in the man's dark eyes, Trey hadn't missed that with their faces so close, but what was a little needling of a conscience to the pain he'd endured? It was good to feel uncomfortable... because that was what made him think.
How long had it taken, to finally drag the irrepressible Waru down to this point? Years... and the rush of power was its own thrill. To finally be getting what he'd wanted... heady stuff.
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2023 9:51 am
*’Words don’t feel like enough—‘* He wanted to say as he swallowed the urge to bite the too pretty hand that stilled him; more for being patronized like some errant child than for still being held. He didn’t mind the touch — couldn’t balk for being grounded in the moment — for being made to sit in it, while Trey asked him for something that should’ve come so easily! He said words all the time; more, less, better, worse! He meant them just as often until his fleeting mind changed and then he meant them all over again in fresh new ways! *So why was this so hard?*Why did the words sit and burn like cold-flash fire in his guts? He inhaled realization, sucked the worry of it past clenched teeth and dry lips. Easy as it all should’ve been? He was nervous for it — or maybe it was excitement? That caged horse at the starting line waiting for the doors to fly open feeling — waiting for the starting pistol at the track — It was a start; a tiny, small, insignificant start! Trey couldn’t have made it any easier on him if he’d tried!!! Maybe that was what was ******** him up so thoroughly in the moment; the span of seconds where he narrowed his eyes at nothing and stole a glance past Treys shoulder just so he didn’t have to feel pinned by little more than the other man’s gaze. Trey was making it easy, and he wanted it hard!! * No—-* That wasn’t quite right, was it? It was that he wanted things to go his way, and they decidedly weren’t. That he had to make peace with that took some doing— *some undoing* — until he could meet ice-pick blues with his own dark gaze without looking wounded enough to seem the wrong side of angry.
*He was there to apologize.* That was what Trey wanted. Trey, who was in * control* and asking him to yield in some small simple way just to show he could. That fit better, felt better; clicked key in lock and freed his jaw to open on the words the man had actually asked for — till he could say them soft and sincere as he should’ve wanted to. “Please forgive me, Trey” and he would’ve given something valuable to ask Trey demand more, or to let him use any other words. To beg, even, that Trey let him do something other than simper out a soft ask for forgiveness. All the ways he vied for his own small slice of control without ever realizing it —- flooded a room with words — shunted himself into every situation; initiating chaos for his own comfort. The dawning realization of that was some bright and startling thing.
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2023 10:40 am
The simple words shivered through him and came with a flood of intense triumph and satisfaction. A distant part of himself could see how ridiculous that was, how stupid this whole thing was, but Trey preferred to revel in a moment where he finally, finally made Waru do something he told him to. It was heady stuff. Probably a good thing they were alone in his garage, surrounded by cool concrete and silence, where there was no one else to see Trey letting down his many masks to show a face he'd kept so completely to himself till now and indulge in something so completely frivolous and potentially damning.
It was the euphoria that brought out the impulse. Trey closed the distance and pressed a kiss to Waru's mouth, the grip on his chin relaxing as dark lashes settled on his cheeks. Where Trey had been hard edged and angry, he softened, not yielding his hard-won control, but expressing approval in the warmth of his touch and how his lips parted. This was what he'd wanted, and now that he had it, there was no more reason to be angry. He could give Waru a reward for his good behavior and feel no qualms about it.
Would Faustite approve? Probably. Of both the dressing down and the kiss, most likely. If it hadn't been for Aelius... but whatever. That was still an issue unresolved, and didn't need to be here and now.
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2023 12:18 pm
* This—* The warm shock and soft lines of Treys lips, the unsure sound he made under their gentle pressure, before melting into the other man completely. This was far easier to yield to, to give himself up for! This didn’t require any single kind of thought at all and he was happy to be absent all the clamoring noise in his head, the insistent way all that noise always wanted to leave via his lips! They were occupied— * he was occupied* — with watching through thick lashes the way Trey became some strange and wonderfully new unknown before his very eyes; feeling starved for every expression, wanting to sear them into his own mental catalogue. He’d thought Trey looked beautiful before, a testament to a magazine-cover worthy bloodline, statuesque and refined. He’d thought he liked the man best angry, or blushing, or thrown completely off course. Some messy mix of new feelings and narrowed gazes and the knifes edge of snapping, getting to see the veneer shift and catch a glimpse of someone else beneath it—- Waru realized he’d been wrong. A common occurrence he’d long since grown used to accepting at ******** speed, though the initial realization of it would never be unlike getting doused in cold water for the very first time. It was okay to be wrong! Especially when it led to moments like this—because Trey looked best like this, getting his way, being given what he’d asked for. Waru wanted more of exactly that, the pleased look on the other man’s face unearthed from countless layers of sheetrock. He wanted to live in it awhile longer; to let his own urge to whine for the initial shock become a question all its own, a sound of desire for more as he stayed open, easy, good! Oh, ******** yes — he could be good for this —- he could close his eyes and let Trey have him for awhile. He was in the mans space after all? Wearing the mess of his gorgeous cars insides, standing in his so quiet it screamed garage. He could stand to take a few orders and for once in his life follow them… At least for awhile.
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2023 6:56 pm
This was a new and different sensation, kissing Waru of all people. A differently shaped person, of course, than his usual, but also neither someone he was courting for their power over him nor someone he was seeking a transaction with. He had some of the qualities of what had attracted him to Faustite, but was wildly, completely different at the same time.
Those small sounds, first questioning and then encouraging, sent a thrill through Trey that he could hardly contain. His lips parted again and he pressed deeper, his hands shifting from holding Waru's chin to cupping the sides of his head, thumbs against his cheekbones and long fingers in the fine hairs at his nape. He hadn't, really, intended more, but with the other man clearly encouraging... why not? He hadn't exactly thought the whole thing through anyway, but there was no reason why he couldn't give them both more of what they wanted. Aelius hadn't put a claim on Waru, that Trey knew of, and he didn't much care if anyone else did. They should have put a collar and leash on him if they didn't want him to stray.
He shifted forward until they touched, body to body, and let himself enjoy it, until the need for breath broke them apart again.
"You're forgiven." He murmured thickly, trying very hard not to sound as winded as he felt. "For now."
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2023 1:24 am
“ Kay—“ a useless breath of sound chased with a delicate swipe if tongue, as if he catch the lingering crumbs of the kiss on it, and quantify the taste of Trey well enough to assign a flavor to him. Clean, sharp, dangerous—— pristine! Waru had never imagined this particular scenario before, not ever so vividly, what it’d be like to drink poison with all the fervor of the condemned and survive long enough to savor it to still be standing after. Not with Trey, whose very essence was still swathed in enough mystery to hide mountains and minefields alike. He was imagining it now though; had the angle of it at his fingertips, could encircle and press his thumbs into the small of it at Treys back while he found some ragged measure of breathing that he could lie about seeming ‘even’. He was wondering what he’d have to do to get forgiven again? *Exactly like this*. Or to get into enough trouble that Trey would put him in his place, on his knees, and give him a reason to concede—- * No*, to acquiesce— until no reluctance remained and it felt only right and natural as stealing heady, buzzing sips of air in the space they had to breath and do little more than that. Till it felt easy as standing still to take the man’s words for more than just mere suggestions. To take Treys *orders* as things to be followed for the new and joyous thrill of it! Those thoughts felt like all the wrong sorts going to all the right places for all the right reasons—because ‘more of that’ felt right a reason as any to think for! As right as bowing to the tips of fingers threaded at his nape, and the lingering heat of well manicured thumbs. “ Yanno—-I can probably think of more things to ask your forgiveness for?” a hint of cheekiness, his stunned senses cobbling themselves together enough that he could do more than just stare on longingly and drink air in the absence of all other thoughts.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2023 10:17 pm
That brought a sharp sound from Trey, something between a growl and a cluck of his tongue in purest annoyance. He'd actually come around to forgiving Waru, and the man had the stupidity, or audacity, to tempt it again while still breathless from kissing him?
"You really are an idiot." He hissed, closing his fingers in Waru's dreads to give them a small tug. "I was thinking we could put your mouth to better use, but if you really want to clean my garage floor with your tongue, then by all means, keep going."
He hadn't planned on taking things further, necessarily, but he hadn't planned any of this to begin with and the moment he said it was the moment he was sure he'd wanted to take it further. Trey was still frustrated by self-imposed, singular-person abstinence. Here was a chance to work off some of that frustration... His voice was softer when he spoke again and he eased his grip on Waru's hair.
"You still need to explain what you were doing with my car and clean up your mess... but I think that can wait."
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