(Private RP) Another World <<syaoran-puu & Kotorichan>>

[Guest syaoran-puu]

 

Name: Brenton Black

Age: 27

Height: 6”2

Hair: Red

Eyes: Green

Likes: Feeling powerful or having the upper hand, enjoyable company and sex. He enjoys a good fight. He’s not afraid or ashamed of taking advantage of someone who is naive and lets him.

Dislikes: Lemons, losing (he’s known to sulk) and liars. Lie too much to him and he won’t trust you.

Power: Once he finds his way to the new world he discovers he can use fire, it takes time for him to master thing. Once mastered he’ll be able to form fire wings and even be able to fly too.

Position: Seme, though he might be open to become a Seke under the right circumstances.

Background: When he was younger his father left and his mother became sick, this meant he was bounced around in the system. Since then he’s always been eager to regain control of anything he does. He?s stubborn and strong minded. However, Brenton is rather adaptable. He had been growing bored with his everyday life when he suddenly found his world changing, literally.

 

 

Brenton Black had been accused of many things in life, forefront of those things was that he was an arrogant bastard at times. He could be. He didn’t care, it was a way of life and he liked his life. At least, he told himself that. In reality his life had been hard, made harder still by a system that was meant to help him. It had left him rather jaded and bitter. But hey! That’s life, right?

 

The niggling feeling that there had to be more than this ridiculous place, this ridiculous job and this ridiculous life always bothered him. Yet, try as he might Brenton had never managed to escape, except in his dreams. His anger was like a raging inferno inside of him, constantly bubbling just below the surface. He found a few ways to remove that sensation, the main one by giving himself another sensation to focus on. Sex was his drug of choice. Some might even call him a whore, but Brenton simply didn’t care what others thought. It was always mutual. He never lied about what he wanted. They had fun in the moment. End of story. He was just glad sites like Grindr existed, it made finding a horny hole so much easier!

 

All in all, Brenton figured he had this life pretty much sorted. Go to work at a boring office, come home to grab food then find someone to fuck. Sleep, rinse and repeat.

 

It was for that reason that what was about to happen would shake him to his very foundation! You see, Brenton was about to have the adventure he never asked for but always imagined was possible.

 

It all began when he was walking down the street to his apartment. Suddenly, thunder, lightning and rain like he’d never seen before erupted around him. So much rain! The sky was dark and turbulent, a twisted child holding a tantrum. Brenton felt himself being g caught up in it all! He covered his eyes for protection as he was pushed from side to side, losing his balance and slamming into a brick wall and then.... falling.... it felt like forever before hitting... snow? Snow? He shivered in the cold.

 

Utterly confused he got to his feet and scanned this new place. How on Earth had he even got here? Had the wind been that strong... except? He couldn’t even make out the outline of his city. Instead all he could see what appeared to be a structure built into the mountain before him. A mountain? Here? He looked around. It felt like he was in the countryside! Brenton reached for his phone only to realise it was gone! Panic flooded him a moment as he pulled out a notebook, pencil and compass instead. “What the food?” He growled! Unsure what else he could do, Brenton headed towards the castle in the mountains. Maybe someone would be able to answer his bloody questions! The most important one being... where the hell was he?

 

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Name: Vaughn Dretton

Age: 26

Height: 5”11

Hair: Black

Eyes: Blue

Likes: The Prince, being pet in his cat form, cuddles and playing cards.

Dislikes: Others getting to close to the Prince, anyone taking advantage of others and bullies.

Power: He is stronger, faster and more resistant to injury than most. This is down to his ability to shift into a black jaguar like creature with eight tails. It is said the more tails you have the more powerful you are, eight is most recorded but legend speaks of an unknown creature with nine. He can fully transform or only partially, drawing on the skills of the cat when needed.

Position: Seke

Background: Vaughn has known the Prince for a long time. He was initiated as a guard young when it was obvious what his power was. Training from a young age in the guards guild. He knew what he wanted! He was just to shy to take it or ask for it. He had no right to his feelings towards the Prince after all.

 

 

Vaughn knocked on the Prince’s chamber door. “Your highness. Your attention is requested in the main hall.” He was wearing his uniform, his black hair ruffled and a little windswept after his morning exercise routine. Vaughn had been headed towards the showers when he’d been asked to summon the Prince. He wasn’t sure what was going on but it seemed fairly important.

[Guest Kotorichan]

 

Name: Ceriesti Vi Lione

Nickname: Ceries

Age: 19

Height: 5?8

Appearance: Ceries has pale skin, long white hair, and bright red eyes. He had white wings and his ears have little white feathery tufts along the edge. He has a very slight frame which is normal for his species since it allows easy flight.

Likes: Animals, plants, reading, fruit

Dislikes: Noise, violence, spicy food

Power: Everyone in Ceries? line has ice powers, although Ceries? powers are far weaker than anyone in the past few generations.

Position: Uke

Background: Ceries? mother died in childbirth and his father never remarried, leaving Ceries as the sole heir to the country of Lionia. Ceries?s weak powers meant that he was always seen as extremely fragile and sheltered from the world. He did his best to train and study to be a good king, but is always self conscious of his lack of experience and physical strength. Vaughn in the closest thing he has to a friend, although he?s always very aware of the difference in their social status. But Vaughn is the only person he doesn?t feel like is constantly judging him for being too weak.

 

 

 

 

Ceries sat at his desk with his head in his hands. It had been less than a week since his father had passed away and it already felt like everything was falling apart. His coronation was in two days and a neighboring country had already announced their intent to invade if Ceries didn?t surrender to them once he became king. He had always known that he would be seen as weak and unworthy, he felt weak and unworthy, but he had hoped to have a bit of time to prove himself. Instead he wasn?t even given time to grieve the loss of his only family.

It hadn?t been unexpected, his father had been sick for quite some time, but it still hurt to lose him. Now he had to manage everything while trying not to break under the stress.

 

He shut his eyes tightly, trying to hold back the wave of tears that burned his eyes. If he started crying now then he wouldn?t be able to stop? He had to keep himself together until things settled down.

The sound of a knock on his door snapped him out of his thoughts. Ceries glanced at the clock, worried that he had fallen asleep at his desk. ?Thank you, I?ll be right there.? He rose to his feet and quickly fixed his hair and clothes. He put his sword into place on his hip and opened the door, giving Vaughn a slight nod of acknowledgement before making his way towards the main hall. He walked quickly, although was careful not to appear uneasy.

[Guest syaoran-puu]

In the main hall, whispers and chatter had erupted all around. But silence descended the moment Ceries stepped through the door. Vaughn stayed close to the man, he’d never cared that some thought the Prince was too weak or powerless. That wasn’t what he saw at all!

 

It was a podgy old man that seemed brave enough to speak first. “Your highness, a strange flash of lightning struck the North field. Our guards have informed us that a figure appears to be walking towards the castle as we speak.” He shook his head, the flabby jowls moving on their own in an almost humous way. “They said the figure is dresses strangely.”

 

“What if it’s the Prince of Voltus? Come to start the war early?” Another member of the court moaned.

 

The fear in the room was palatable. Vaughn wouldn’t speak his thoughts but he could certainly think them! They’re scared of a single man? Shouldn’t we just go get him and find out what the hell he wants?

 

As if one of these idiots had a brain, or maybe just read his thoughts, they piped up: “A unit of guards was sent to escort them here. They’re on the way back now!”

 

Which meant they’d see this stranger soon. Vaughn looked to Ceries for his orders. Vaughn would follow the man to his death if he had to. Enamoured as he always had been. Who could blame him? The man was gorgeous. Beautiful hair, adorable tuffs on his ears and eyes that could bore into a man’s soul! It was part of the reason he trained so hard, to protect him better.

 

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Meanwhile, Brenton found himself facing down a rather aggressive looking ‘welcoming’ committee.

 

He was perplexed for a number of reasons. They were wearing strange samurai-like armour? And carried swords? Where was he? The Middle Ages? But in China? Their outfits reminded him of that style clothing at least. He might have dissected what was happening more but he was freezing his balls off! He really wasn’t dressed for snow and ice, and his suit jacket was hardly protecting him from anything. He rubbed his arms a moment in a lost effort to heat them up.

 

“You need to come with us. Now.” Brenton was half surprised he understood them, little did he knows that was simply the way of this world.

 

One of the guards stepped forward and made to grab him. Which only pissed him off! Brenton would have just followed! Any excuse to get warm right now! Plus there were ten of them with swords, he wasn’t an idiot! Brenton didn’t stand a chance! Except, being grabbed annoyed him more than he cared to voice.

 

“Release me!” He growled, a spark of what appeared to be fire appearing on his suit and burning the man’s hand. The guy screamed in agony but Brenton felt nothing. “What the fuck?” He frowned in surprise, looking at his arm. Where had the fire come from!? Why wasn’t he burnt too?

 

Before he could think more of it, one of the other guards hit him on the head with the hilt of his sword and Brenton’s world went dark. Damn.

 

The guards gathered up the man and carried him inside the palace.

 

As the guards walked they chattered among themselves. “A fire user? Here?”

 

“This is definitely a bad omen.”

 

“I hope the Prince knows what to do.”

[Guest Kotorichan]

The air in the palace had been tense for since Ceries' father grew ill, but this was somehow even worse. The prince kept his expression calm despite the concerning news. He had no idea who could be approaching the castle alone.

"Prince Voltus is confident, but not foolish. He would not try to take on an army alone." He assured his court, although it was still a possibility. "I will wait in the throne room, bring this person to me and I will find out what they want. Do not use force unless it is necessary. If you find out any more information then come tell me, but otherwise I am not to be disturbed." He hoped that he appeared more confident than he felt as he turned away, nodding to Vaughn to follow.

Really he just needed some space to think, he couldn't do that with the eyes of his entire court watching his every movement. At least in the empty throne room he would have a bit of silence to clear his thoughts. He felt a pang of sadness at the sight of his father's throne, but he quickly pushed it down. He hadn't been in the room since his father had died... He waited until Vaughn had closed the door before beginning to pace, his mind racing.

"A strange person appearing from a flash of lightning..." He thought out loud, not minding if his companion heard him. "I've read of such things in legends but never in an actual history book..." He rubbed his eyes in frustration. "Everyone is already panicking, why now of all times?"

He glanced at the throne again and took a deep breath before walking over and sitting in it. He was clearly uncomfortable taking the seat, but he needed to get used to it before anyone else came in. "What do you make of this Vaughn?" He asked, hoping his guard would have some ideas.

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Vaughn followed the Prince, closing the door behind them and pleased when Ceries returned to how he often was when it was just the two of them. It was comforting and made Vaughn feel special.

 

He nodded, “I’ve heard of such things too. I always assumed they were just legends, like the nine tailed shifters.” Or maybe he was jealous because he only had eight? Not that that was anything to be disappointed in! He was powerful in his own right.

 

“They’re just scared Ceries.” He offered gently. Vaughn knew that all eyes would be on the man now, that they’d watch how he handled this situation. It could dictate so much about his time as King.

 

He considered a moment, “it could be an opportunity in disguise? If it really is the Voltus Prince you could open negotiations or assassinate him? Either might ensure the kingdoms security. If it’s someone else? Well, perhaps they’d be willing to join our side? Surely someone who travelled by lightning is extremely powerful? Perhaps they can help to protect the kingdom?” He offered. “Though I wouldn’t trust them too easily.” He cautioned.

 

He stepped closer to the throne, standing near him. “How are you doing my Prince?” Vaughn thought the man looked more stressed recently. This wasn’t going to help matters at all!

 

Sometimes, Vaughn wished he was brave enough to tell the other how he really felt.

[Guest Kotorichan]

"I know..." Ceries relaxed slightly at the nickname. Vaughn and his father were the only people close enough to him to refer to him so casually, so just hearing it made him feel safer. "I suppose it's just a lot all at once..."

 

He frowned at the idea of an assassination, he didn't want to kill anyone but he knew that if he didn't it could cause even more deaths. He perked up at the second suggestion, if someone powerful joined them then perhaps it would end the war before it even began. They were only a target because they appeared so weak.

His cheeks flushed softly at the mention of not being too trusting. Ceries had been told over and over again that he was too trusting of people, it had put him in danger a few times when he was younger. He just always wanted to see the best in people...

 

"I hope that you won't hesitate to tell me if I am overlooking something about our guest..." He murmured, hoping Vaughn would understand that he might need to be told if he was being too naive.

 

His chest tightened when Vaughn asked if he was alright. He opened his mouth, desperately wishing to vent all his feelings to the man. But he quickly stopped himself. Doing that might have been acceptable when he was younger, but he was about to be crowned king, he couldn't let himself be reduced to a sobbing heap in front of his guard. No matter how close they were Ceries always had to keep his position in mind, especially now. He didn't even want to think about the possibility that Vaughn might start to think he was unfit to rule.

 

He forced himself to take a deep breath and gave the guard a pained smile. "I'll be alright, thank you. It's just a lot all at once, I'm sure I'll get used to things soon. I'm just glad that I'm not also planning a wedding during all this." He laughed softly, before his father had gotten sick their had been some push for Ceries to get engaged. If that had happened then it would have been another thing to worry about.

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Vaughn could understand that. “Perfectly understandable to be afraid or uncertain. But I know you can do this.” He believed in Ceries even when so many others didn’t. Then again, he’d developed feelings for this man a long time ago, he was often blinded by his devotion to him.

 

The guard chuckled and nodded his agreement. “I won’t.” He promised. Vaughn always kept his promises to Ceries, even when the Prince didn’t know he’d made the promise to himself. He didn’t want to risk losing this man or something terrible to happen! So telling him he was being too naive was simple enough.

 

He nodded, running a hand through his own long hair a moment as he glanced towards the door. “You’re doing well Ceries. Don’t let anyone make you think or feel otherwise.” He returned his gaze to the man and nodded, “yeah... I’m glad about that too. Your father only meant well, to secure an alliance, but it would be overwhelming at present.” Plus that would mean Vaughn really didn’t have a chance! Not that he had much of one now. But still... he had hope.

 

A knock sounded on the heavy doors before they pushed open to reveal what appeared to be a strange coloured hair man, unconscious and being dragged while flanked by guards. Vaughn returned to a more professional position, stepping down the throne steps to stop anyone getting too close to the Prince.

 

A bowl of water was brought and tossed over the stranger. Vaughn just watched fascinated. Checking out the guys odd clothing and features.

 

Brenton gasped back to reality as a wash of cold shocked his body awake. “Shit! What the fuck did you do that for!?” He growled. His head hurt from being hit and he was angry enough to want blood, preferably from the bastard that hit him!

 

Green eyes looked around even as he was manhandled to his knees. Where in the world was he?

 

“Silence, do not speak until spoken to intruder.” One guard said, kicking him in the back and causing Brenton to grunt in pain. Underhanded bastard! He was totally out numbered.

 

The guard he’d somehow burnt stepped forward, clinging to his injured arm. “Your highness, we apologise for this show of force. But our guest became aggressive and burnt me. He’s a fire user.” In a kingdom of ice and snow that was terrifying!

 

Brenton was utterly confused? “What the fuck are you even talking about?” Fire user? What was that?

 

He felt his anger grow the longer he was held down. That anger once more manifested as fire, this time both arms lighting up, the orange flames licking all the way down to his finger tips. Those holding him instantly released him in horror. Brenton took the opportunity and stood, “that’s better.” And rubbed his arms a moment, the flames going out. Still no injuries? What in the world was going on? Would someone just explain already!?

 

Vaughn reacted the moment the fire appeared, hand drawing his sword to protect Ceries.

[Guest Kotorichan]

Ceries' cheeks flushed softly at the assurance, Vaughn always knew how to make him feel better... He gave the man a more genuine smile. "Thank you..."

 

He turned to the door at the sound of a knock, sitting up a bit straighter in his throne. He frowned when the man was dragged in unconscious. He had hoped to just talk to the stranger, but that was going to be difficult... He stayed quiet as the man awoke, immediately aggressive. For a few moments Ceries just watched him intently, his mind racing.

 

Finally he took a deep breath. "Stand down Vaughn. I think he's just confused." He said softly before addressing the stranger. "My apologies for the rough treatment, my guard is currently on high alert. I am Ceriesti Vi Lione, crown prince of Liona. What is your name and how did you find yourself here?" His voice was firm, but also gentle, hoping that if the man calmed down they could figure things out peacefully.

[Guest syaoran-puu]

Vaughn immediately obeyed, tucking his sword away again but remaining on high alert. He wasn’t sure how much he could do against a fire user... but he’d certainly try!

 

Brenton scanned the men around him, they seemed unsure what to do, especially when the one sat... was that a throne?... began to speak.

 

“Shit.” He grunted, running a hand over his head. Brenton could only assume he’d hit head during the storm and was now hallucinating. Yeah, that had to be it!

 

However, unsure how to get out of this place, he decided to play along for now. “My name’s Brenton Black. And I’m here because your guards dragged me here.” He said simply.

 

Vaughn was deciding he didn’t like this man. There was a mysterious air that made him sexy but not enough for Vaughn to disregard his cockiness and arrogance! How dare he speak to Ceries like this!

 

Brenton continued, “I would have just come with them, but they got handsy.” He quirked a brow, only now realising this man had... wings! He had bloody wings! Scanning the group he looked for others, no one else seemed to have them though. A Prince thing? “What are you?” He frowned.

[Guest Kotorichan]

Ceries let out a soft sigh, at least the man wasn't being violent anymore... He was rather rude but that never bothered Ceries, although he was sure it was making Vaughn rather angry.

 

"I understand that you were brought to the palace against your will. I meant how did you get to the field where they found you? I did not think it was possible for that area to be reached on foot, even if the cold isn't a problem due to your powers."

 

He cocked his head to the side at the man's next question, unable to hide his confusion. The Lyrien species weren't the most common in other countries, but most people knew what they looked like.

 

"I am the crown prince of Liona..?" He repeated after a moment of hesitation. "It means that I am the first in line for the throne..." Did this man come from a place where such terms weren't common? He had heard of a few far away countries where they didn't have royalty.

[Guest syaoran-puu]

The polite tone was a little too formal for his liking, he hadn’t exactly been brought up high classed... he was a common... being passed between homes as a kid, and even running away to live on the streets a time or two would do that though. He quirked a brow. He had a brief memory.... “Lightning storm, I guess.” Though the how of that was utterly impossible! Who travelled by lightning? It must have been a really bad bump to the head. Maybe he was lying dying on the street? Bleeding out? Might explain a few things!

 

Then again, it seemed this Prince was assuming he could survive the cold because of his powers. He looked at his hand, did he have powers? Or an illusion? Where had the fire come from?

 

Returning his attention Brenton quirked a confused brow at the man, “yeah... I got that part. Not what I.... never mind. It doesn’t matter.”

 

He was quiet a moment then asked, “why was I brought here, Crown Prince of Liona?” Wait. Liona? He’d never heard of it.

[Guest Kotorichan]

Ceries thought for a moment before turning to the guards who had brought Brenton in. "You may leave, I do not think he will become violent." He waited until the door had closed behind the other guards, leaving him alone with Brenton and Vaughn.

"I do not know why you are here." Ceries admitted, turning back to Brenton. He knew that he could lie and tell the man that he was fated to save their country, but if Brenton joined under false pretenses it could backfire later. "Our country has legends of powerful warriors who appeared in times of need, and we are in need of such strength... But I have never even heard of someone who would be able to summon you."

He hesitated for a moment. "Are you from this world..?" He asked. "If you are then it would be possible for you to travel to your homeland... But if not..." He trailed off, not wanting to upset the man.

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Brenton watched as the guards left, a shit eating grin on his face at their displeasure at being dismissed. Good! Bastards!

 

With a roll of his eyes he looked back to the Prince. “I ain’t no warrior and I’m certainly no hero!” He eyed the man up and down a moment. If this was his imagination, he might as well enjoy the tasty snack before him. “My services don’t come for free.”

 

He laughed at that, “dude, I have no idea where I even am right now. So unless you can get me back to London in England, your guess is as good as mine!” He looked to the grumpy looking guard. Personal guard? He looked pretty tough, but Brenton liked to believe he could take him. He definitely had a few inches on the man.

 

“Why don’t you clue me in on what’s going on? That might be a start.” Brenton needed to learn and learn quickly!

[Guest Kotorichan]

Ceries frowned at the mention of Branton's homeland. He had never heard of a place with a name like that...

 

"Of course, I hadn't realized how strange this must seem." He said, pulling himself from his thoughts. "You are in the palace of Liona, we are a rather small country in a mountainous region. A few days ago my father, the king, passed away..." Ceries couldn't hide the sadness in his voice at the mention of his father, it was still too fresh. "Just yesterday we received a messenger from a neighboring country informing us that they would invade if I don't surrender to them within the month. They are much larger than us and we have little hope of winning a war... They are also known to treat the people of conquered lands like slaves, so I wouldn't be protecting my people if I gave in to their demands..."

 

"I understand that you may not have been a warrior before you came here, but the powers that you have shown prove that your assistance could be enough to help my people." He bowed his head to the man, hoping that he would understand just how much they needed him. "Of course I wouldn't expect you to do this for free. As long as it isn't something that would hurt my people I will repay you in whatever way you desire."

[Guest syaoran-puu]

Brenton snorted, “you have no idea!” Still, he listened. Just what had he got himself into? Why in the world would his imagination bring him here of all places?

 

“Terrible neighbours. Bad for your people. Got it.” Kind of. It was all a little out of his comfort zone.

 

He looked at his hand. Powers? Everyone seemed to believe that the power belonged to him... did it? He tried to make it appear but nothing happened.He’d have to try again later. For now.... what he wanted....

 

Brenton stepped closer, Vaughn reacted. It made Brenton laugh, “down kitten.” He smirked. “But what I have to say, trust me your highness, it’s only for your ears.” His expression was dark and lusty.

 

Vaughn growled, the inner cat coming out. He looked to Ceries. Did he want to let this man to approach? What game was he playing? What request only Ceries could heat? He had to support whatever decision the Prince made. Even if he didn’t like it.

[Guest Kotorichan]

Ceries glanced up, lightly biting his lip. It was dangerous to let his guard down, but if he could get this man to help him then he might be able to actually protect his people... He hesitated for a moment before glancing at Vaughn. "Would you step outside of the room for a moment? I will call for you when we are finished or if I need any assistance." His eyes silently begged Vaughn not to question him. He knew that he couldn't trust Branton yet, but if Vaughn was just outside the room then he felt he could still be safe.

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Vaughn hesitated, not liking this at all. You have to trust him! he reminded himself. With a nod he stepped away, “Yes your highness. Please call if you need anything. I will hear.” He assured. With one last glance he closed the door and waited. He tuned in to his cat hearing but knew he still wouldn’t hear unless Ceries shouted, the doors too thick!

 

Brenton watched him go then looked back at the Prince. “He seems like a bore.” He hummed, a smile spreading over his face. “My price is simple. If you want my help then behind closed doors you’re to be my sex slave. I won’t call you by any titles or accept excuses. I don’t function well without sex and would rather not have to worry about where to get it from.” He realised that’s he could likely claim all manner of things right now if he tried, but he wanted to stick mostly to the truth. He hated being lied to after all. “Since I also have no where to stay, I’ll require a room, food and clean clothing too. Do you accept?”

 

With that he waited. The thought of bending this man over and having his wicked way with him was most appetising!

[Guest Kotorichan]

Ceries' face went bright red at the man's words, his feathers fluffing up in embarrassment as he tried to process the idea. "Your...?" He couldn't even say the word out loud, how could Branton ask for something like that so easily? He looked away, biting his lip as he tried to calm his racing mind.

 

After a few moments he managed to speak. "I... If that's what it takes to keep my people safe..." He finally said softly. He couldn't possibly let his people suffer just to protect himself. "Although, if that is what you want... It may be worth considering a marriage, that way it won't arouse any suspicion if we... Spend time together..."

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“Sex slave.” He finished for him. Smirking at that. It seemed the man was shy about all this? Was he, possibly, still a virgin? What a delicious thought. As long as the man wasn’t a clingy crier!

 

“Marriage?” Brenton wanted to balk at that thought. He wasn’t a commitment kind of guy! But maybe he could twist this to his advantage. “Perhaps if there’s a long engagement, I will consider.” He crossed his arms, “what would it involve?”

 

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks though. But I can be discreet. Just tell them we’re plotting strategy or some shit.” He grinned. “But instead you’ll be opening up in a very, very different way.” He licked his lips.

[Guest Kotorichan]

Ceries visibly trembled at the term, he couldn't even imagine what exactly this man had planned for him. He knew that some rulers had concubines, and there were country's that had literal slaves that could be bought for sex. But he had always been shielded from the details of those things.

 

"Publicly the marriage would be purely political, a way to ensure you remain our ally." He said softly. "So if you wished to take on a mistress that would be perfectly acceptable... The engagement would have to be rather long since planning wouldn't even begin until after this conflict has been settled. If you're unsure then we could claim to be engaged and then call it off at any point..?" He wanted to hide this from Vaughn as much as possible. If they said it was strategy meetings then it would be strange for him to keep Vaughn out of the room, but if it was time getting to know his fiance then it would be understandable.

 

His feathers puffed up again at the man's suggestive words. "Please..." He said softly. "If word of this sort of arrangement got out then it could cause problems for my people."

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Brenton considered that, “political arrangement. I can deal with that facade.” He shrugged. “Whatever you need to settle this with yourself.” He imagined it was more excuses. Nervousness perhaps.

 

He watched the man a moment. “Why? Are two men forbidden here?” Surely not if the other was suggesting a marriage between them? “I’ve never been one to enjoy the softness of female flesh.” The look on his face was utterly disgusted! No way was he taking a woman to bed. Still, so far he’d seen a good selection of sexy men. He might have a good variety then! And clearly he was just given permission to entice others too. He could have his cake and eat it if he played this right!

 

“So, do we have an accord? We can discuss finer details and public expectations later in the privacy of your chambers.” He offered.

[Guest Kotorichan]

"I mean it would cause problems if their king was revealed to be a s-s..." Ceries looked away, face red. "s-sex slave..." He finally mumbled. "It could damage the country's reputation which would affect the lives of the citizens..."

 

He took a shaky breath and looked up at the man. "Yes. As long as we can keep those things in private I'll do whatever you ask of me."

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Brenton quirked a brow. “Are you a virgin?” He asked bluntly. He needed to set the ground rules later anyway.

 

He pretended to consider for a while then nodded, “we will not use those words again, though you’ll know the truth. Deny me what you have now given me by right and I will refuse to assist you, and I might even turn my powers against you. Keeping to your word is the only way I will remain loyal.”

 

He nodded and held out his hand, “I do believe we should shake on it then.” Though Brenton planned to do more than shake his hand, he planned to pull him close and kiss him. Sealed with a kiss and all that jazz.

 

It was driving Vaughn crazy outside! What where they still talking about in there? What was taking so long?

[Guest Kotorichan]

Ceries' face grew bright red at the question. "O-of course! I've never even kissed someone before!" He blurted out before covering his mouth with his hand and looking away. "I mean... That's what's expected of my position..." He mumbled.

 

He lightly bit his lip and rose to his feet. "I will uphold my side of the deal as long as you do the same." He said, offering his hand.

[Guest syaoran-puu]

Brenton grinned at that, “I am far from untouched. You should prepare yourself for that.” He shrugged, “but I can teach you how to satisfy me in bed.”

 

He had to admit that the blush was cute, he sort of wanted to find more ways to bring that colour to his face again. To explore his far that blush might travel over his small frame.

 

“I will do the same.” He stated, taking his hand he carefully pulled Ceries towards him. He smiled and cupped his cheek, not asking permission as he leaned in and kissed him. He licked the seam of his lips. Taking what he now saw as his to take. “I will not promise to be gentle with you behind closed doors.” He hummed against his lips.