Forever Hunting You

Closed AU blog

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Lasting First Impressions

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The emotions flickering through the celestial spirit’s aura wasn’t what Raptor expected, he was looking for anger and scorn, a rejection. Battle spirits didn’t accept blood from just any mage who was willing to open a vein for them, they only took from the ones they deem worthy. That look of need and want on Aetos’ face made Raptor’s breath catch audibly, he felt it was hard to swallow with his heart hammering away in his throat, matching the very need and desire thrumming through him. Raptor held still as Aetos took his wrist his body tense and trembling dark golden eyes wide with his shock as Aetos bowed his head over Raptor’s hand, meeting those crimson eyes watching him.

Raptor didn’t plan on Aetos to actually accept his offering, he didn’t pull away as a shiver ran through his body at the brush of lips across the unmarred skin. He bit his lower lip as Aetos’ tongue laved the wound on his wrist quickly cleaning up the droplets of blood that had started welling to the surface feeling in that instant when a knot forming in his guts started easing, a pull of his magic as when Aetos accepted the offering and took his blood it was now Raptor’s might that kept Aetos to the physical plane in the same manner as if he opened Aetos’ gate with a key. A soft sigh escaped him almost of relief eyes sharpening and focused solely on the battle spirit before him, his frame unconsciously straightening taller, shoulders square but a touch relaxed. Raptor held his chin up as he brought his hand still holding the key to brush his knuckles lightly along the side of Aetos’ face before the spirit straightened.

“A… contract.” The words came out slowly as if they were words that Raptor had never uttered before as his eyes first followed the mote of light upwards. His eyes came downward to Aetos’ form and a low sound escaped from him, having the battle spirit nude before him. Raptor liked the fact that Aetos heeded his order, his own body tightened as arousal and need crashed through him, his brain fogging up with lust. “Y-you will fill every of my desires,” Raptor’s eyes glinted, he smirked at that, “mine to call, anytime, anywhere, f-for how long I wish. A-as long as I hold your key, I only summon you.” He repeated the words, the metal of the silver key biting into his hand as he tightened his grip on it.

Aetos noted the brush of knuckles and the soft sigh, the straightening and the release of tension in Raptor’s frame. It all caused him to grin, his wings flaring behind him as Raptor’s power poured into him, anchoring him to this plane so he wasn’t using his own power to do so. He didn’t let go of Raptor’s wrist, watching closely the taller man’s reactions to the contract. A smug smirk curved his lips at the low sound from Raptor as the Mage took in his nude form, knowing his body was showing his arousal and making no attempt to hide it.

Crimson eyes locked onto golden as Raptor repeated the terms of the contract – including the clause. A slight tension went out of Aetos’ shoulders, one that would have been undetectable if he’d been wearing anything. He took a step forward to close the bare distance between them as Raptor’s hand tightened on his Key – a Key that throbbed in time with Aetos’ heartbeat as well as... other things.

He brought Raptor’s wrist up, between them – and with their gazes still locked, his tongue flicked out to stroke over the wound again, slowly, sensually, tasting the coppery sting of droplets of blood still slowly slipping from the scratch. Lowering his wrist and pressing Raptor’s hand to his hip, Aetos’ free hand came up to land on Raptor’s own hip, thumb skimming along bare skin under the vest and above the waist of Raptor’s pants. The battle spirit leaned forward, their bare chests brushing, as he brought his mouth near his Mage’s ear. “Contract bound,” he purred, voice low and inviting. “Now that you have me…” his warm breath blew across Raptor’s ear as he paused, deliberately. “….Claim me. Mark me. Take me as yours~” He leaned back to meet Raptor’s eyes, his own smug and challenging Raptor to dominate and control him.

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First Meeting

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Shawn Williams slouched, hands in his pockets and wishing that the floor would crack open and swallow him whole. Shouldn’t be too hard, he thought wryly considering he only felt a few inches tall after the tongue lashing his grandmother had given him. He had broken family law, cast a Hex for free, for no real reason besides he was feeling vengeful and flexed his power over his teacher. 

He expected karmic backlash for it, waited for it to come back on to him that he was willing to use his verve, his magic and willingly harmed another. It didn’t come and Shawn was utterly confused, all his life he was taught about The Law of Return, warned of the consequences, just no one in his family told him about the loophole they made, binding another person with a mystical bond that would make that person. his scapegoat, take the backlash as if there were the ones who made the spell. When Shawn found that part out, he felt sick to his stomach, that was yesterday. When he got out of school today he discovered that his grandmother arranged for him to meet his scapegoat face to face and his mind was still whirling with that.

“It’s proper etiquette to have a gift when meeting one’s scapegoat.” Kristoffer, the employee serving as Shawn’s driver spoke up. He walked the few steps behind Shawn, a vicious scar slashed across the bridge of his nose, the corners of his mouth downturned in a frown that showed displeasure. Now, Shawn was wondering if Kristoffer was a scapegoat if the scar on his nose was the result of karmic backlash that had nothing to do with him but one of Shawn’s relatives.

Shawn flinched unable to meet the gaze and disapproval on Kristoffer’s face. He had been thinking about that tradition too and knew that it was a very bad precedent he was making here. A gift was given at the first meeting, at subsequent times and Shawn already broke rules, injuring his scapegoat before they met, before the first gift. He traced his tongue over his teeth, spotting the door to the study that he was told to go in and paused, standing outside of the hall, his mind racing trying to figure out how he could make this not be the disaster that it was setting up to be. He turned to Kristoffer, extending out one hand.

“Car keys.” Shawn noticed the confused expression on the driver’s face, he stared up into the man’s face, determination on his own that he would not be turned down from his gambit of salvaging this. “Please,” he politely asked, seeing a flash of recognition go through Kristoffer’s eyes, a grin on the driver’s face as he handed them over. 

“The kid’s my nephew,” Kristoffer murmured as he placed the car keys into Shawn’s hand. “I can arrange to get the title changed over.”

“Arrange he pays for nothing,” Shawn ordered his right hand wrapping around the keys and key fob while trying to place this new information into his head. Nephew. He was meeting another male. He almost wanted to ask Kristoffer about him, to get any and all information he could but Kristoffer was already briskly walking away as if a man on a mission, leaving Shawn alone to the hallway by the door. “Right,” Shawn’s stomach plummeted, nerves roiling through him as he took a shaky breath, left hand reaching out and opened the door, his head high, forcing his body to be relaxed as he strolled into the study that used to belong to his grandfather, his dark eyes meeting hazel eyes that caught him off guard how intense they were.

“H-hey.” He couldn’t help the stammer, not when suddenly he felt hot anger that wasn’t his own, like standing near a bonfire and getting hit by angry sparks. His eyes widened and his hand tightened around the car keys. He paused a moment, mind trying to figure out the right thing to say and not remembering if it was mentioned at all. “Name’s Shawn. Can I… can I get you anything?” 

Sean’s eyes widened when a guy his age walked into the room, and looked past him to see if anyone else was in the corridor before his eyes flicked back to meet dark ones; this wasn’t who he had expected, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the taller teen, waiting to see what he’d say. Sean’s arms were crossed, fingers digging into the material of his zip-up hoodie, trying to hide apprehension behind anger - and wondering who this was, as he’d been expecting one of the Williams witches. 

Dark hair, tall, broad shoulders - dressed well, and attractive. His deep voice made Sean want to hear more of it, and he locked his gaze with that dark one and felt like he was falling in, like he was caught in a spell and couldn’t look away. He blinked and shifted as the other spoke, privately grateful that he’d broken the spell but not dropping his gaze from those dark eyes. 

Sean shook his head at the question on if he needed anything; he wanted to go home, but doubted that would happen until the Williams got whatever they wanted from him being here. He took a deep breath, and regained his anger as a shield. “Yeah, I’m Sean. Why, they got enough guys tucked around in spare rooms around here that you gotta check?” He fired off without thinking, then something made him pause. 

He wasn’t sure if it was an expression on the other’s face, change of stance, or what - but he realized that he’d misunderstood. “....Your name’s Sean too, isn’t it?” The thought threw him off the anger he was trying to hold onto in order to hide behind, and he paused a moment, before shaking his head sharply. “What, they think they by sending a-” he bit his tongue on the word cute, “-guy my age and with my name in here that I’ll be more willing to do whatever it is they want?”

Sean studied him, taking in the expensive school uniform, the way he gripped something in his right fist, remembering the way he’d held his head high and the relaxed movements when he’d came in - comfortable, familiar. Like he belonged here. His gaze flicked back to the insignia on the school uniform; he wasn’t familiar with it, but was betting it was an expensive private school, probably better than his. Sean’s arms tightened, and he tilted his head downward slightly, regarding Shawn through the locks of hair that fell over his forehead. “Are you a Williams? Why am I here?”

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A Model Offer

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Shawn was sure he saw Sean’s car still parked in its spot out in the back parking lot and that’s why he was prowling the hallways still, eyes sharp and on the lookout for him. He knew Sean wasn’t on any of the team sports and didn’t bother looking through the practice fields or the gymnasium, he first went through the science labs, slightly disappointed he wasn’t here. He tapped his fingers on his thigh, head tilted and closing his eyes. Breathe in, breathe out, they were magically linked, something that could be ignored most of the time, but right now Shawn tapped into his verve, thinking only of those intense hazel eyes, that dark hair, and the scar on his right wrist that he will forever bear, that was all Shawn’s fault. 

He opened his eyes, glancing around one more time, frowning slightly as he shook his head. Not here still, but he felt an urge to walk out of the room. Sighing, Shawn shrugged and followed the feeling, instead of taking a left towards the classrooms that were for English and computer class he took a right towards the auditorium and the part of the academy that had the art studios. He passed the two band rooms and the shelves nearly overflowing with pottery projects, turning into a classroom he hadn’t been in before. Instead of the chairs in rows, the chairs and a few benches circled around the room facing a stool that stood in the center of the room. The feeling to move, to act left, with a tension in Shawn’s shoulders easing as his eyes met Sean’s peeking out at him from under the arm thrown over the other’s head, eyes lighting up as he grinned at his soulmate.

“Hey,” Shawn greeted, taking a seat on the stool, a declaration he had no plans on leaving anytime soon, arms crossing in front of his chest as he took in Sean, the drawing pad in his left hand, “doing homework?” It was a guess, but there was required drawing in these art classes, right? Shawn hadn’t been in an art class for years, he didn’t have any talent or inclination for it. Williams, he thought wryly to himself, focused themselves on a completely different art type with their magic. 

Sean’s eyes widened as the very person he was thinking of came into the room, grinning at him and eyes lighting up in a way Sean noticed, the expression transformed Shawn’s face. He was happy to see Sean, and this floored Sean, every time, how Shawn treated him like a person he wanted to spend time with - not how Sean had expected him to act when he found out he was a Williams. He dropped his arm off his face and sat up, hazel eyes focused on Shawn as he walked across the room and took a seat on the model’s stool, Sean admiring the confident movements. “Hey,” he greeted in return, mouth quirking in a wry smile as he realized Shawn was sitting right where Sean had been staring blankly earlier when he’d been attempting to sketch him. A sudden flush rose to his cheeks and he hurriedly flipped the sketchpad over, suddenly embarrassed to have the one he’d been daydreaming about see the sketch of himself. 

“Homework?” He lifted the drawing pad, facing him, and dropped his gaze so he could study the sketch, hair falling forward a little and hoping that Shawn hadn’t noticed his blush. “Nah, I’d already done that, just... practicing.” Staring at the sketch he could already see where he’d gone wrong - at least he could with the real thing sitting in front of him. He huffed a sigh, and ripped that page off the pad, crumpling it up and dropping it to the floor to join the two balls of rejected drawings already there. “Kinda need the practice, still can’t really get what I have in my head down right most of the time.”

Feeling that his cheeks had cooled enough, he lifted his head to regard Shawn again, setting the sketchpad off to the side on the bench and propping himself up with his hands on the bench behind him. “....Surprised that you’re still here.” He glanced over Shawn, noticing the lack of books or bookbag, before raising his gaze to Shawn’s face again, gaze lingering just briefly on Shawn’s lips before he yanked it up to his eyes. He realized he didn’t really know if Shawn had any after-school activities he was involved in, and his brow furrowed slightly, realizing he felt slightly ashamed for not knowing. Shawn had the shoulders for football, that was for sure, but he didn’t seem like the type. Sean cleared his throat and shifted on the bench. “You got sports or after-school stuff?” He asked curiously.

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A Model Offer

Sean frowned at the drawing pad; he couldn’t quite get the portrait to match what was in his head and with a growl, he tossed the graphite pencil down and flopped backward on the bench, staring at the sun reflecting on the ceiling, drawing pad dangling from his left hand.

He’d stayed late to work some on his sketches, somewhere quieter than home. His mind had been over-full lately, and... Sean closed his eyes and tossed his right arm over them. There was only face and voice and form always on his mind. He couldn’t get his mind off Shawn, the way the other boy treated him with respect and kindness and... Sean bit his lip. Attraction, there he could admit it. And if he was admitting that, he should admit to himself that he was attracted right back.

Isn’t that why you’re hanging out at school more often? A little voice whispered in his head. You like him too. Sean shook his head, dismissing the thought for now - he couldn’t figure out why Shawn was nice to him, not really. He didn’t understand.

He paused as he heard footfalls enter the room, and moved his arm to peek out around it, seeing who had strolled into the art studio this late in the day.

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👀~ Sky glanced down at the bowl: sliced strawberries, orange slices and green seedless grapes piled almost to the rim. He smirked more to himself, still intent on making sure his husband ate more now that he was home, now that he was under Sky's watchful eye again. He climbed up the stairs and turned the corner, nearly dropping the bowl at the sight that greeted him, Wes coming out of their room, in a lavender and gray striped oversized dress shirt. "S-sexy~." Sky's voice husky and breathless.

Wes stretched, enjoying the ache of recently used muscles and... other areas. His lips curved in a smirk as he glanced at the door, wondering what was taking Sky so long - his husband had pulled on his jeans and gone to get a snack, but it’d been a little bit. But... nothing was saying he couldn’t join him~

Wes rolled out of bed and glanced at the clothing dropped carelessly to the ground; picking it up, he hesitated before tossing it in the hamper. He didn’t really want to put jeans and the shirt back on, and... honestly, he wanted something more comfortable. Reaching into the closet, he snagged an oversized shirt of Sky’s - between the weight Wes had lost, and the fact that his husband’s shoulders and chest were quite built, the shirt was almost big enough to be a night shirt on him. And, he liked the fact it was Sky’s. 

Grinning, he shrugged it on then stepped out of the door, hearing his love’s steps come closer. He smirked, emerald-green eyes sparkling, as Sky turned the corner and paused. Wes posed under that swiftly-darkening gaze, leaning against the door jam with one shoulder. “Mmm, hello, Cowboy~” he smirked, before his eyes dropped curiously to the bowl - partly wondering what was in it, the rest of him wondering how quick he could get it out of Sky’s hands and those hands on him instead. “What do ya have there?” He grinned.

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Send “👀” to find my muse wearing nothing but an oversized shirt.

Send “+👀 “ for the reverse. 

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Coming Home

“C’mon, Beulah,” Skylar Williamson murmured to the huge Newfoundland that took most of the truck cab. “B-bus’ll be here any minute before its b-back to the bed of the truck for you.” He rocked on his feet, a grin spreading his face as he waited for huge black mass to amble out before closing the driver’s side door behind both of them. He glanced down real quick to recheck the clothing he wore: his nice pair of cowboy boots dark grey and black, a pair of Levi’s that he knew fit just right, a heavier hooded sweatshirt over a nice button down light purple dress shirt because it was getting colder with winter coming.

The parking lot that also made up for the bus stop of Hickston was near empty, just a handful of other cars scattered through out. A couple of the cars were parked nearby apparently waiting for the bus while others were closer to the burger joint also occupying the parking lot. Sky and Beulah made their way to the small sheltered bench, Sky put his hands in his front pockets, leaning one shoulder against the wall while Beulah huffed a sigh and took up most of the sidewalk at his feet. The man looked up at the electronic bank sign across the street and noted the time, his eyes glowing. “A-any minute now~”

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Wes sat up as the bus turned the corner on the street he recognized; he shut off the music on his phone, pulled his ear buds out and started to wind them up, getting ready to pack up. It seemed like he’d been on the bus forever; a wry smile curved his lips as he realized he’d been on it close to 10 hours, ever since leaving the base, so it felt like forever especially when he was going home. He was ready - more than ready to go home, to see his husband again. He missed Sky, with a passion, an aching hole in his heart that they’d been apart for the last six months while Wes had been overseas. And the last mission... he shoved those memories away. He was done, it was over, and he was home. He grabbed his duffle on the seat beside him, and tucked ear buds and phone away in it, zipping it shut and shrugging into his light fall jacket as the bus turned into the parking lot for the bus stop. 

He was the first one off the bus, grabbing his duffle and moving even before it had come to a complete stop, practically leaping down the last two steps, duffle over his shoulder. His eyes locked on Sky’s tall frame, grin curving his lips as his gaze skimmed down that tall frame, from the hoodie to his favorite pair of Levi’s on him, down to the cowboy boots. He moved irresistibly in that direction, barely registering Beulah in the form of a black rug at Sky’s feet. “Sky,” he breathed, feeling the rolling emotions in the pit of his stomach starting to calm as he moved forward, reaching for the love of his life.

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You have broken into someone’s house, and discover a shrine dedicated to you…

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Kisses and Roaming Hands

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Shawn stepped forward, rolling his hips forward to keep Sean pinned to the alley wall, his hands roaming over leather straps and the dark material of the vigilante outfit the other man wore. He wasn’t sure who leaned in first to start this kiss, that didn’t matter, all that mattered that his mouth was on Sean’s, that his hands were on Sean’s and establishing the fact that they were here, together and from what he could tell from the few days of being apart Sean seemed to be in roughly the same condition that Shawn had last seen him in. 

He shifted under the hands roaming down his back, over his shirt, his breathing was jagged as he felt Sean pull his button down shirt out of his slacks, felt those bare hands on his skin, a shiver running through him as he breathily murmured Sean’s name, his own hands still tracing along the leather straps on Sean’s upper thighs, seemingly content with this contact. His eyes, dark from desire widened slightly as he felt Sean’s fingertips tracing along an ancient scar he sometimes forgot was even there considering he couldn’t see it. 

“T-that?” He tilted his head and leaned in again, taking the time to gather his thoughts by brushing his lips against Sean’s again. He’d rather make out than talk but this was important, it meant a lot to him that Sean was curious about him and he wanted this, wanted Sean to know more about him. He looked a little embarrassed. “B-back when I was a rookie, traffic stop. G-got clipped by a side-view mirror by ‘do-gooder’ driving by. First injury on the job and it fucking hurt.” His lips quirked. 

Sean’s hands convulsed on Shawn’s back at that low, deep voice murmuring his name in that tone, with their bodies pressed so intimately together, Shawn’s weight pinning him to the wall. He leaned into that brush of lips, breathing still uneven as the taller man leaned back to speak. He needed this, Shawn against him, his bare hands against skin, the warmth of their bodies touching and finding Shawn unchanged warming something deep within him.

He flashed a grin as Shawn explained, hands still stroking slowly over that scar. “First injury, but thankfully not worse,” he breathed, able to imagine it, someone distracted and driving a little too close, clipping him with the mirror. He shook his head. “I hope someone got their plates....” He flashed a smirk. “If you got their name, I could... pay them a visit to remind them to drive more carefully?” 

He raised an eyebrow in challenge, lips still curved upward as he leaned in to murmur directly against Shawn’s lips, “I’m glad it was only being clipped by the car. There’d be a void in my life without you around, my dear Detective,” he confessed, capturing Shawn’s lower lip between his for a moment, moving under those roaming hands on his thighs and holding on tightly.

[warpau3]

Kisses and Roaming Hands

Sean drank down the taste of his dear detective, deepening the kiss with tongue and lips, hands roaming Shawn’s back. He fisted his hands in the back of Shawn’s dress shirt, under his trenchcoat, yanking him closer and deliberately pinning himself between Shawn and the wall of the alley they were in. He’d missed Detective Wolfe, had wondered how he was doing the past few days and the relief when he’d seen him again... he couldn’t help dropping down to the alley and making himself known. Sean hadn’t planned on pulling Shawn into a deep kiss after their initial talk but he didn’t seem to be complaining~

Shawn’s hands roaming over him in return, the hunger and need behind the taller man’s kiss satisfied a yearning deep in him, a knowledge that Shawn felt the same. But the kiss it wasn’t enough, he needed the touch of skin, needed to make sure that the other man was unharmed, was still all right. His hands stroked down Shawn’s back before pulling his shirt out of his slacks and slipping hands up under it to roam bare skin. It was a long minute later when they broke the kiss to breathe, leaning his forehead against Shawn’s, silently cursing his ‘working’ clothes and leather and their blocking him from skin to skin contact.

His hands drifted over Shawn’s lower back, pausing and tracing a long-healed scar that his fingers drifted over. He met dark whisky-gold eyes, fingertips tracing the slightly raised skin under his fingertips. “I’ve wondered... what is this from?” He asked quietly, curious, and wanting to know more about the man in his arms.

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Waking Up In Fiore

Raptor’s awareness came back to him slowly, before he even opened his eyes. Aware of the dull pounding of his head, aware of how hot and heavy his body felt like he could barely move it, aware how dry his mouth was like… He coughed, feeling confused it felt like he was spitting out something prickly that clung to his dry lips. Something smacked his face, jarring him to try to sit up, panicking as the weight on top of him prevented that. Raptor blearily opened one eye as his left hand reached up to push… the feathered black joint of a great wing out of his face, his right hand landed on a warm, bare shoulder. He looked down, frowning at the spill of black hair with dark purple dyed tips over one of his shoulders.

It wasn’t every day Raptor woke up in bed with another body in it. He lived alone, did most of his work alone and slept alone. Disjointed memories came back from the night before and Raptor’s eyes widened, body tensing as he remembered some of the things Aetos said, remembered the metal of Aetos’ key biting into his hand from gripping it so hard. Nervously he licked his lips as he  stared wildly at the other man who started to stir awake, not sure exactly what to say.

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Aetos stirred as he felt the warm body against him move, and shove his wing down. A smile curved his lips as he drifted slowly toward consciousness, taking stock of his body, the sated heaviness in his limbs and pleasurable ache in certain places~ He shifted, languidly stretching against the warm form next to him, skin sliding against skin and body stirring, quite pleased to be where he was and with the memories of the night before.

He nuzzled into Raptor’s shoulder, arm tightening around the other man’s chest, and wing shifting a bit lower but still spread over his Celestial Mage. Red eyes blinked open and he looked up at Raptor sleepily, peering through locks of his hair, never raising his head from the Mage’s shoulder. “Morning~” he murmured, grinning into those startled golden eyes, grin turning into a smirk at the startled, nervous look in them. “Did you sleep well~?”

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On the Prowl

Sivos leaned back in his chair, eyes scanning the crowd in the club. He was glad he'd worn his normal outfit as opposed to something brighter – the black allowed him to fade into the shadows and survey the place mostly unnoticed, which was his preferred hunting method. The close-cut black clothing with the decorative strips of cloth attached to his dark purple leather belt in front and back, with the form-fitting shirt covering his torso, showing off the contour of muscles and leaving shoulders bare was close enough to what many in the club were wearing, if a bit muted in comparison to their flashy colors. He smirked and shifted, glancing at the modified leather vambraces that went from wrist to biceps; he thought he made a dramatic picture against the club.

A slight frown flickered across his face; the downside was that he’d been here an hour and hadn’t found anyone… interesting. Need and desire swam in his blood, driven on by the low, heavy, sensual beat that echoed through the club, the high emotions of everyone around him, and the alcohol he’d drank. He snarled; maybe he needed to go for one of his second choices, since no one extraordinary was catching his attention. He ran his fingertip idly around the rim of his glass as he surveyed the offerings and the bodies moving to the rhythmic beat of the music, attempting to make a decision. Suddenly one of those brief lulls in conversation and noise happened, the ones that happened occasionally in any group of sentient beings, coinciding neatly with the very brief pause of the current song ending and before the next begun.

It was into this relative silence of murmured conversation and that the door opened, and in paced… him, as if the brief second of silence had been designed just for him.

Sivos' breath caught as his crimson-red eyes locked on the newcomer, garbed only in paint and leather. He made a purely masculine appreciative noise deep in his throat as he scanned over the broad, bare chest and torso painted with intricate designs, down to the tight leather pants that left little to the imagination. Heat flared in his blood and desire curled in his belly as his body tightened at just the sight of him and his confident, sensual movements as he walked to the bar. Sivos wondered what the paint tasted like, wondered what it would look like smeared against his own unpainted skin, wondered what the man’s skin tasted like under all that paint… wondered just how far down that paint went.

He stood gracefully, running a hand through his short hair and over the vestigial horns that poked up through his spiky, dark hair. Draining his drink, he left the empty glass on the table and strode forward, slight smirk on his lips, knowing his form-fitting black clothing was striking in conjunction with his pale skin and made a dramatic statement against the club full of brightly-dressed partiers. His movements fell into a graceful, predatory stalk, crimson eyes locked on his target, movements sensual and full of intent.

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Lasting First Impressions

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Raptor didn’t hide the shiver that ran through his body at first contact of their auras brushing together. Warm and electric the emotions roiling through Aetos’ aura was just as heated as his own, not that he needed more proof than the Key in his hand combined with the brush of auras he swore he could feel Aetos’ ache and need in his own body. He shifted his stance not hiding any his body’s reactions as he smiled at the question and challenge Aetos gave him.

He flared his own magic and power, first allowing it to brush along Aetos’ aura before he took that final step into Aetos’ personal space, his magic dancing along Aetos’ skin, to allow Aetos a taste of who he was dealing with. Battle spirits were a gift, powerful beings built to deal out damage and to take it, all that strength and will went to serve their Celestial Wizards. Most of the time the battle spirits were the ones on the front lines bleeding for the weaker mages that held their Key and Contract, most of the time the gifts that were battle spirits were taken for granted.  Raptor had always been a powerful celestial mage, and the years spent without relying on a spirit only increased his own strength and skill, he was not one to stand on the sidelines.

His smile sharpened as the expression on his face darkened, allowing his dark desire and need to show, letting thoughts flicker through his burning golden eyes of what he’d like to do with Aetos. Raptor moved just a little more to have his chest brush along the plate mail Aetos wore. “I might have your attention but you’re… overdressed.” He trailed Aetos’ own Key down the battle spirit’s chest. “Your armor. I want you to remove it. Would you mind if I just… played with your key?” Raptor raised an eyebrow, his smile turning taunting as he brought his right hand up, fisted and palm up stretching out his wrist. “Not all mages expect battle spirits to be the first to spill blood.” He lowered Aetos’ key to his wrist and sliced the flesh, blood welling from the cut he made before offering his wrist up to Eagle as his eyes flicked back to Aetos’ face, wanting to watch his expression. 

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Aetos’s breath caught as Raptor flared his power, letting his aura brush along Aetos’ aura before Raptor took that final step forward, his magic sparking along Aetos’ skin like he wasn’t wearing any armor. “As you wish~” he murmured, smirk curving his lips, even as he removed his gauntlets and brought his hands up to lift his helm off, showing his black hair shading to purple at the tips. He raised an eyebrow in response to the taunt, smirk fully formed as he reached for his other shoulder. “I’d only mind if the Key is the... only thing you want to play with, Raptor~” he purred in response. His hands stilled in surprise at Raptor’s final words; crimson eyes locked onto the other man’s wrist as the Key sliced across it. Emotions flickered across Aetos’ face and through his aura in a surge; nostalgia, flattery, surprise, desire, and more. His breath sped and sheer need and want was in his expression. 

He reached gracefully for Raptor’s hand, fingers drifting across skin if the back of his hand and wrist sensually. “I accept,” he breathed, voice low, dark, almost a purr. He bowed over Raptor’s wrist, eyes rolling up to meet Raptor’s dark golden ones to watch his Mage’s expression as he lowered his mouth to the cut. Aetos brushed his lips across the unblemished portion of Raptor’s wrist before parting his lips and he tasted Raptor, tongue dancing across the cut, eyes never leaving Raptor’s face.

“And in return,” he murmured, lips brushing the inside of Raptor’s wrist with every word, warm breath fanning across his skin, “I offer you a Contract - Summon me any day, any time, for however long you wish....” Crimson eyes burned with possessiveness as he straightened gracefully, still holding Raptor’s wrist; the remaining armor on Aetos glowed and dissipated in a flare of magic, motes of light fading as the armor was dismissed, obeying Raptor’s order, “....and I’ll fulfill your every desire - for as long as you hold only my Key, Summon only me,” he purred the clause to the Contract, watching closely for Raptor’s reaction.

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Filthy Articulating

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“ smirk Only bloodied and kneeling, Slagger~? And here I thought you were UP for something more… interesting~”

“More… interesting, Aetos?” Raptor smirks eyes glittering. “Bloody and kneeling is only the start. Because you and I both know that’s not going to be all that it takes for you to be mine. And I want you mine, Slagger. I want your body under mine, I want to know how you sound like when I fuck you hard against the wall. I want your head to lull back to watch your every movement as you lose your control to me. I want…” Raptor shook his head, smiling and his teeth too showing, those hard eyes never softening “… your body, your heart, your submission. I want you, Aetos. Is that… interesting enough?”

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Aetos made a low, hungry noise and stepped forward until he was a breath away. “...Yes, Slagger, that is... interesting enough. I want. I want to kneel bloody at your feet, I want to be shoved up against a wall and fucked hard, I want to be claimed, mind, body, soul and heart.” he took a shuddering breath, lust strongly evident in his gaze. “Big words, my Raptor. Think you’re... UP to them~?”

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Lasting First Impressions

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Raptor froze from what he was doing when he felt the tear in the fabric between planes, his heart hammering in his chest as the spiritual pressure increased to the the point it made his ears pop. His eyes immediately found the spot where purple and black shadows rose from the floor, wrapping around before pulling away to reveal a man cloaked in black feathers. Raptor’s eyes widened as the feathers unfurled, wings flaring behind this heavily armored and armed man. 

His gaze trailed up and down the lean, tall frame amazed at the shape of the helm, and the armor, golden eyes met crimson and Raptor’s breath caught audibly. He stood up, the chair pushing back behind him abruptly and took a step forward before forcing himself to to stop, rubbing his right hand absentmindedly along his upper thigh from just the urge to touch the man. The battle spirit tied to the Aquila constellation looked exactly as the rumors Raptor heard: tall, handsome, an undeniable aura around him simply because he was a powerful battle spirit and those commanded attention and respect.

“… Aetos.” He drawled the name, gold eyes darkening as he felt the pulse of the Key he still held accelerate like a heartbeat would. He forced himself to release a breathe and take another one, a smile crossing his face still holding the throbbing Key to his mouth. “Name’s Raptor. I wasn’t expecting your… attention,” he honestly answered, considering he had no intention of actually summoning the battle spirit and was still covering up the surprise that Eagle brought himself here. 

“But since I have it…” Raptor trailled off. Eagle was attractive in a way that had him interested and craving to know what his skin felt like, how he tasted. Desire and loneliness burned in Raptor’s frame, his body tightening as he he kept his gaze locked on the battle spirit he felt drawn too. He smirked as again brought the key to his mouth, dragging his tongue along the tip of the Key before exploring the ridges of the teeth. 

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Aetos’ breath caught at the abrupt movement and surging strength in that powerful body as Raptor stood and came around the table before stopping. He took the opportunity to let his own gaze trail over broad, muscular shoulders, eyes gleaming in approval of the vest that left his arms and chest free, and lower, noting his right hand rubbing against his thigh. Crimson eyes snapped back to the tall man’s face at the low, rumbled drawl of his name, and his hands tightened, holding onto his sword hilt now more for balance than show… especially as Raptor was still holding his Key at his mouth, lips brushing across it with every word, warm breath fanning across it. Oh, he’d been right what the mage was doing with the Key….

“….Raptor~” Aetos drawled the name in a similar way as Raptor had drawled his, watching in fascination as his golden eyes shifted in shade, darkening. He raised an eyebrow at Raptor’s mention of not expecting his attention, lips curving in a smirk; with what he’d reacted to Aetos’ test with the Key, there was no way he wouldn’t have Aetos’ attention. He took a breath at the emotions rolling through Raptor’s aura; he wanted to know, wanted to experience those emotions firsthand, to know what they were, to feel them rolling and pounding against his own aura, to press their bodies together and taste the other man. The urge was strong and it surprised him; he’d never reacted to another Mage like this.

His eyes snapped back to Raptor’s mouth as the Mage trailed off, as he brought the key up to his mouth again, as his tongue slipped out to dance across the tip of the Key before moving lower to explore the teeth. Aetos took a sharp breath, eyes locked on that movement, hands convulsing around the hilt of his sword, knowing that the Key was transmitting his reaction – since it was still linked to something very personal on Aetos’ body.

Aetos cursed, low and under his breath, and flared his magic – dismissing his sword, knowing it was dissipating into motes of light – his own version of Requip magic, and he didn’t need it here and now. He took a step forward, then another, eyes never leaving Raptor’s mouth, before stopped within easy reach, close enough for their auras to brush. “Oh, you very much have my… attention,” he breathed, voice low and rough, before dragging his gaze away long enough to meet Raptor’s. He gave a challenging smirk, lust and need glittering in the depths of his eyes, body tight as he shifted in an attempt to lessen the pressure of a certain part of his armor. “Question is, what are you gonna… do about it~? Surely you have more in mind then just... playing with my Key~?”

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Lasting First Impressions

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The key was cool to the touch and Raptor was a little surprised it seemed heavier than it looked. Were all Celestial Keys this heavy? He tried to remember what it was like to have Toucan’s or Lynx’s key sitting on his palm, a look of loss dominated his face, eyes unfocusing as his hand slightly shook. The only thing that brought him back was the key in his hand.

Raptor’s gaze sharpened as he turned his attention back to Eagle’s key, noting how warm it felt now and the pulsating movement, his eyes widened as he realized what it made him think before he grinned, a fierce flash of teeth in his kitchen. Aetos the Eagle was a battle spirit seditious to the wrong kind of mage who wouldn't stand up for themselves. His eyes narrowed, Raptor heard about the past mages that made a Contract with Eagle and broke it later in tears because they couldn't handle him. Was this to make him do something rude as to drop the key of a Celestial spirit?

He brought the key up to his mouth and closed his eyes. It still felt warm, still throbbed as if he his hand on something far more physically connected to Eagle than the key tied metaphysically to him and to his gate. He smirked slightly, knowing the words he was about to say would be air blowing over the key’s surface, wondering how connected Eagle was to his key this very moment. “E-enjoy it if ya want, Slagger~ Even I know better than to drop your key.” He murmured quietly before he brought the tip of the key to his mouth, using it to lightly trace his bottom lip.

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Aetos blinked thoughtfully as he felt the surge of emotion through the Mage’s aura, even as he was already sending sensation to his Key… he still couldn’t identify all the emotions, not yet, but he recognized loss. How could he not? It rang a sympathetic note in his own soul, with the loss that ever lurked there. However, the emotions in the Mage’s aura were banished by a sudden sharpening of attention as his mystical link to his Key completed, and Aetos smirked to himself at the sudden surge of what had to be interest in the Mage’s aura. He raised an eyebrow in pleased surprise when instead of the sensation of his Key being dropped – the action that usually happened with one of his tests – the Mage raised the Key, instead.

His eyes widened as he felt the brush of warm air blowing over his Key – he didn’t hear the words, not being on another plane as he was, but he recognized the sensation of breath and he bit his lower lip, shifting in his chair. True, the Key was only a Key, but… the link he’d created had to go to something.  However, it was the next action that had a low curse escaping from him as he felt the tip of his Key brush across something warm and yielding and still with a warm breath escaping over his Key. He cursed again, having a strong mental image of what the other man was doing. Surging to his feet, he strode to his Gate and assumed a wide-legged stance before it. He smirked as wrapped his wings around him and activated the glowing portal to the mortal realms.

Inside Raptor’s kitchen, glowing purple and black shadows suddenly rose from the floor, twining sinuously together as they rose before peeling back to reveal an Eagle’s head helm, beak curving down as the noseplate. Glossy black feathered wings wrapped around and concealed the figure beneath before unfurling to reveal plate armor with purple highlights, a giant sword braced before him with both hands on the hilt, and his head raising to show crimson eyes. Eagle met the golden eyes of the man sitting at the small table, focusing sharply on him and him alone. 

“You got my attention, Celestial Mage~” he purred.

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Lasting First Impressions

Raptor glared at the box sitting at his two seater breakfast table, he knew exactly why he couldn’t leave it behind at The Seekers guild HQ but it still didn’t change the self loathing that swirled in his guts. An innocent looking jewelry box but what was inside it didn’t feel so innocent, not to him. He opened the box careful not to touch what lay on a bed of dark purple velvet, swearing again angrily that it was still there. A silver skeleton key that contrasted against the dark exterior, the handle elaborately designed showing the outline of the constellation Aquila the Eagle.

Being a Celestial Wizard, it was very easy for Raptor to identify this was a Celestial key, one that opened up a gate into the celestial planes to summon a spirit to this plane. Aquila the Eagle he had heard of hear and there, a battle spirit with a chip on his shoulder and if his summoner wasn’t careful he would walk all over them. Raptor turned to the bottle he also brought home from HQ since he had the money to afford it and set about pouring himself a glass.

He hadn’t practiced Celestial magic, hadn’t held a key or contract to use his power and bridge between worlds in over five years but he still kept tabs on the celestial planes, he used his knowledge to be useful. His heart ached as his eyes went back to the key, his hand around his glass itched to reach out and touch the key, to make a connection with spirit again. Part of him figured it had to be the alcohol, he was already buzzed when the box came to his possession at Guild HQ and he had a few more drinks in there before taking the box home because he couldn’t make himself leave it there. He couldn’t.

He gave a low shaky laugh, shaking his head ruefully as he put down the glass and turned back to the jewelry box, his golden eyes dark and swimming with emotions he couldn’t name, he raked the lavender hair that was already spiky from earlier such movement as he cursed under his breath. What did it hurt just to hold it? He only knew some spirits kept careful tabs of their keys while others ignored them until they were summoned first and Raptor had no intention of summoning. He had no idea what category Eagle fell under, he only heard rumors about him before before he gave a shrug, reaching out and grasping the key, hefting it up from the box to hold in his hand.

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Eagle stretched and then settled back in his chair, swinging his booted feet up onto the table before him, and took another long swallow of his drink, watching the dust motes float through the air. He was currently in what was once the great hall of his Celestial Palace; disused and mostly crumbling now, but it was where the Gates were, so when he’d felt a strong Celestial Mage’s aura near his Key, he had headed back.

A grin flickered across his face. He didn’t need to be here to be Summoned, of course - but if someone was going to pick up his Key again? He’d rather be alone and not in one of the pubs. He didn’t need an... audience. He’d felt a sensation of traveling from his Key, made his excuses and headed home - then felt the box open... or rather, the muffled sensation went away and he didn’t have to try as hard to sense the Mage’s aura. Masculine, strong... very strong, one of the strongest he’d met. 

He mused about that strength, matching his own, as he took another sip, before quashing the thought. Wishful thinking, this early. Time would tell on that. Aetos flicked his wings casually, wondering at the sensation of roiling emotions in the Mage’s aura. He didn’t know him, wasn’t familiar enough to identify them - not yet - but he was most definitely curious as to what the other was thinking.

His boots dropped to the floor and he sat up, crimson eyes sparkling with anticipation, as he felt the Mage’s hand on his Key and a sensation of movement. “Finally decided to give me a try~?” he purred to himself. “Let’s see what you’re made of....” He always tested Mages who thought they were worthy of his Key - and the tests started before he was even Summoned. With a smirk, he made a split-second decision, and sent a rush of sensation to the Key - warmth and a throbbing sensation - like the Mage’s hand was on something far more intimate than a metal Key.