Territory of the Wolf and Undead

[Reno]

"Uh... Of course Lord Axel!" Roxas called in surprise, hardly minding his training as he hurried up the stairs after the other. He wasn't doing very well with levitation as it was - he hated to admit he felt envious of his eldest brother for picking it up so effortlessly. It made one look so graceful...

He hesitated outside the cracked door, the invitation inside obvious. He had never been allowed in another's room. Not his parent's, not his slave-holder's, and not his master's. He ducked into the room carefully, looking about the room with curiosity. It was smaller then his - it seemed Marluxia had been true in his words. Yet obvious much more well-kept then their own which still showed signs of cleaning needed to be made. He closed the door behind him for privacy and looked upon the red-haired man, growing nervous. "How may I assist you Lord Axel...?"


To say the wolf was shocked was not the full idea. He was enthralled and interested, surprised and anxious, as he felt the claws on his teeth. He actually had to fight himself from biting down when fingers found the diseased tooth - not because he wished too but the pain was great and gritting his teeth made it easier to deal with such things. Instead he had to whine and his tail tucked about his legs.

With a powerful yank and a cry, the tooth was gone and the pressure once so painful seemed to ease almost instantly - though it was still very sore. He almost gagged when the hand thrust in his mouth again, dabbing at the wound and setting cloth upon it to stem the blood.

And then it was over, the other sounding much like a dental worker himself as he explained he would be fine soon. It was endearing and adoring... almost like a child playing dress-up. He looked at the tooth curiously, seeing how blackened it had grown. If left untreated it probably would of spread to his other teeth. He lent down, grasping the sharp molar and tossed his head as if it offended him. It went flying and hit the ground somewhere further away. "I suppose I am again in your debt. Whatever am I going to do with a paradox such as you?" He said before leaning down and licking his hand, cleaning away his blood which would poison him if he dared to eat with these hands later with cleansing himself.

When the other was clean enough he stepped off of him, shaking his head. "Well......." He paused awkwardly, nodding his head. "Thank you." He turned and started to head to the forest again but paused and glanced back. "You know... I have chanced my eyes upon the bible many a time - despite being damned as you are. And one line has always stricken me... well with hope I believe. 'There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ ...'."

He paused, glancing up upon the stars and murmured, "We all walk this earth. I do not dare think I know true answers and my Faith is not too strong but I think, if we were truly bent for hell that we would not be allotted to be with the rest but be there already. This plain was not meant for demons it was meant for God's children." He glanced back, "An idea you might ponder over, young Vampir, in your absence of belief for yourself. Good evening." And then Terra was gone.

[Rikugurl]

It was true to see that not only was the lord's hair red but his fancied color as well since many of his possessions were in such a vibrant dye. It was a smaller room indeed but it was still made up to look much like a lord's room should look like. The candles were lit without a match and the room warm though made of brick and iron. The redhead only glanced at the blonde as he walked in, closing the door to keep the warmth of the room. He also noticed his nervousness, making him grin as he swept to another side of his room. "Young master, you must work on your fear. I can smell it as if you just came from a bath of it."

A large cello that the man had been seen with in the courtyard was pulled form it's place in the room before it was carried delicately with him as the lord sat down on the bed. "You eyes told me for nights that you adore music and tonight your body showed it. I am sure your slave status and lame leg prevented you for taking up your passion, am I correct?" The boy answered softly before their eyes met once more. "Come hither then, I will show you." As Roxas came over, the redhead continued to speak. "The cello is an instrument that is said to unlock one's soul to the world and has been described as the closest sounding instrument to the human voice. Since I cannot repent in the house of god, a soul I still have an this music is my confession in which I hope to be heard by either God himself... or my late child."

Roxas paused by his side before Axel pulled the cello away and motioned to his free lap. "Sit and I will guide you."


Ventus watched as the tooth was flung off uncaring before he gasped, feeling the wet tongue along his fingers. "Oooh...." He shivered, the sensation feeling good upon his hand. Lit was like when his brothers sucked them dry of his semen. Before the notice of blush, the wolf was gone and he sat up once more. He watched the wolf walk up, as if their encounter meant nothing but a business call. He breathed in as the wolf stopped, looking up at the sky, in which he followed. At his words, he would of teared up if he had the power, slowly watching him go. "Good evening..." He called out softly as he watched until he could no longer be seen.

For ye are all one in Christ...

Perhaps the wolf was right. Perhaps he needed to think differently on his fate here. He was already a corpse... but not rotting. Something more was needed from him. Quickly he turned and ran to the spot where he was sure he heard the tooth fall. It was easy to find it, though it blended in well with the rocks. He pulled it from it bed, looking it over some before placing it into his pocket. It was the only item he had of the wolf, not even a name could be found from his lips. The tooth was dead... but not yet rotting completely.

Maybe it too had a purpose.

As he headed back to the manor, he paused to see his brunette brother walking up the main entrance. "Brother!" He called as he rushed over, smiling some. "Where has thou gone?"

[Reno]

Fangs poked at his lips as he was caught sharply in that green gaze - the man seeing right through him and quickly too, His fear of him, his adoration to music and dance - all of it Axel could see. His fancy with music could not be helped as like a man to the siren;s song, he was drawn to it even when he tried to resist. It had gotten him a few lashes once, listening at his master's window at some song that had played within their walls from the lips of the third daughter of the house for his lewdness.

And that lead into his superficial fear of Axel - or of any of the vampires held above him in rank of their previous life. It was easy enough to get along with Marluxia and when they drank together, Luxord too was never hard to be a companion too. But Lady Larxene terrified him.... and it was a wonder he was not sent into a paralyzed shock when around Master Kuku. To him it seemed foolish but to many it was understandable. Having been drilled upon his head he was a slave - not worthy of even the most basic of needs like an animal uses - it was hard to raise from that upbringing. It had only been a few weeks hence but even he spotted why he was so uncomfortable and anxious throughout the hours of them. He lacked trust of them.

And he never expected these two position to clash then when Axel offered his lap as a seat, telling him he would teach him to play. He shifted nervously, battling with his own mind about this. What if he made it sound harsh and ugly? Would Axel still teach him? It was even more difficult because the cello meant more to him from a personal level as one of his own kin played it as well...

And that idea was what finally won him over, and he settled gently on Axel's lap, stick as a tree trunk. The other man seemed to chuckled and he urged him to relax and he did his best to do so. He gasped softly as fingers caught his hand, one after the other. The first was guided onto the neck of the instrument, and other to curl around the bow. And then he felt it, overcoming him quite quickly above everything else as the feeling in his heart grew. Desire - no a need - to play. He wanted to learn so terribly it almost hurt as if his very soul was crying to do so. And that finally made him relax, his concentration now upon the words the man behind him spoke and the position of his hands. Though he never held this instrument before, it felt almost natural and if his hands had too been changed from his birth so fit precisely the needs of music.


Down a level below in the courtyard, he brother's of the aspiring musician paused and glanced back, his eyes twinkling merrily as his brother came over. "I had a dream the night before - no... a memory roused by my subconscious while I slept. I had not thought of it for so many years and I am sure a few more years more would have wiped it into the recess of oblivion forever." He bounced exciting on the balls of his feet, the item in his hand rattling with it's items within before he lowered it, showing it to the other. It's face had worn off from years underneath the dirt, but it's delicate almost pinkish cherrywood and the shape and strangeness of it seemed to work wonder on jogging his twin's memory.

Soon the blue eyes were widened quite quickly, excitement of his own alighting his eyes but as he reached for the box, Sora bounced away. His brother looked at him - hurt and confused - until he saw the mischievous, playful smile on his brother's face. "You'll have to catch me first scallywag before you may have this loot!" It seemed but a moment before Ven was smiling as well, remembering their games of their childhood when one of them would be a pirate and the other the innocent adventurer... and poor Roxas always the damsel in distress since he couldn't run about. Sora gave a bark of a laugh and hurried off as his brother pounced for him, jumping over a small wolf laying at the foot of the stairs and hurrying up them to his room. Ven was hot on his heels and with a great leap crashed into him and they fell onto the bed, laughing.

The box was carefully taken from his hands and the blonde moved, allowing his brother up to sit before him. The play was down as they cradled the loved item between them. There was a moment of indecision - to open it? Should they wait for Roxas first?

Impatience won out. Carefully, together, there claws looked for the first latch at the middle, the tips carefully scratching away the dirt and freeing the movement. Sora held the bottom under the line while Ven gripped the top and curiously twisted the top much like on would a side of a rubik's cube. He turned it about once and there was a small click. Claws dug away dirt again this time at the top edges to reveal too more hinges - one at either side of the box with about a half inch away from the true edge. They each gripped a side and turned the pieces and much like the top it moved. One side clockwise three times, one anticlockwise twice. Clicks sounded, assuring they had not forgotten how to open the beloved puzzle box made by their father one lazy day on the sea and brought back to them holding the same treasures within they would see now.

Now that the procedure had been followed the top - it's face worn and unseen now though Sora seemed to recall it was one a picture a great shark - master of the sea and fierce protector of her territory. Carefully his fingers fell to the top of the box and slid off the square-shaped top that ended where the hinges they had turned just before started. The wooden top ended in his lap and the two stared silently into the box, marveling at the treasure - their treasure - within.

It was a time before either moved... but slowly Sora reached in, grasping on item and pulling it out, hearing it tinkle merrily like an old song. Pure, true silver caught the light and he felt ease that it did not burn him instantly at the touch. It appeared it could only poison him if it broke the skin. He marveled at the beauty of it, seeing that though the box itself was tarnished terribly, the items within where still as beautiful and untouched as ever before.

What he held was a silver necklace, it's chain heavy and loops large. It strung out neatly in his hands, the clasp of it just a few meters from his fingers. And at the end, dangling almost freely and held to the chain by one single loop behind it's face, was a stunning pendant of sharp angles and beauty. It was the shape of a crown - the symbol of a king.

The sight of him made his eyes waver and he smiled before he lowered his head as if bowing to its beauty. His fingers played with the clasp for a moment before the necklace came apart. He wound his hands behind his neck, the cold metal of the charm making him shudder as he closed the clasp once more. The heavy weight hitting between his breast bone feeling so natural to be there.

[Rikugurl]

A soft smile ran over the lord's face as his hands took that of the other's. They were course and rough, some blisters still under the skin from his years and years of work. His previous master was not good to him, though no slave holder usually was. It was a rarity that a white man were to be working with the slaves of black skin but these days were grim and not much like the time he once lived.

"Now," He began as he rose the bow with the blonde. "relax your fingers and do not move upon your own. Much like a lesson in writing, it is simpler to feel the movements that have it taught by mouth. Concentrate on the movement and relax." He repeated before he turned his wrists come, coming over the instrument. Fingers on the neck moved to make Roxas press down on a string and the bow ran over it, making it sound a beautiful note, though a tad shaky. The process was repeated a few times, going over simple notes.

The red head suddenly pulled away however, making the blonde glance at him. "Pardon me. It is getting rather warm in here. Allow me to take off our jackets." The bow was placed gently on the bed before buttons were undone but thin, delicate fingers. It was pulled open to reveal a white blouse and the jacket was folded up in a way that would not get it wrinkled. Slowly, both his hands reached out and pulled the jacket from Roxas's shoulders to also reveal a white blouse. The jacket was folded up and placed atop his own before the bow was picked up once more.

As he leaned over the boy, taking his hands again, he noticed that the blouse was most likely a size too large. It was adoring how it hung around his collar that reminded him much of his son. Eyes clothes to dismiss the thought before the teachings began again. Once Roxas hit every note twice, he was allowed to try it by himself. It wasn't good, but fair, a fine job for someone who was nervous and adoring to make it perfect. "Good, good. With some time and practice, it will be yours. Now, a melody we shall try."

His hands were taken again and the speed of the fingers pressed down was a bit faster but not too much so Roxas would not remember. At some notes, his finger shifted to trill on a cord, making it longer. The song sounded much like the gypsy music that Roxas heard but a few times as a caravan passed the manor. It was mysterious in a way... and had an underlying tone of sensuality. It was unknown at what part of the song it happened but lips came close to the blonde's ear, breathing words of encouragement.

Fingers and bow continued to move as the flames on the candles started to dim around them as ones closer started to grow brighter. It was as if the room was a theater itself and the spotlight was shining on the three.
The redhead slowly shifted, pulling away from the blonde slightly to give him some room only to glance down at the exposed pale skin that the blouse did not cover.
His green eyes focused on something that seemed flawed, a scar from a lashing that ran almost over his shoulder. It was near healed but still noticeable.

It would not do.

Slowly Axel leaned in, his mouth grabbing the collar and yanked it back some to reveal more skin. The music stopped but the man smiled. "Please. Continue." He spoke softly and the music hesitantly started up again before a tongue ran over sharp fangs to grace the scar. Like the triplets had learned, they could heal wounds like this... but they did not know that the older you are a vampir, the more power you again. Axel... could remove these lashing scars, making the blonde's shoulder become flawless and perfect.


Ventus swallowed as he watched his brother touch his piece so delicately, making it seem like an art as his movements were slow and perfect. He adored this jewelery almost as his brothers? Slowly, he glanced down at the open to see two more pieces left inside. Both of pure silver and flawless as they shined in the candle light. A clawed hand gently reached in, taking another piece from inside and held it into his hand. Last time he had seen this, it was much too heavy and priceless to wear, so they kept it safe here until their age became right.

His was the same as Sora's. The chain heavy and loops large but the pendant itself was a different form. It was a symbol that was not common in these parts, or maybe no parts at all... but it was a symbol that his father had created just to Ventus's liking. At the top, it was a peculiar design of perhaps a heart... and the bottom it melted into peculiar design of perhaps a cross. His father knew that his middle child was most closest to God of the three, having seem to only behave in church. He could recall one day that were few that his father was in their home, speaking to their mother about them. He said that it was bound that Ventus could become a minister or an assistant at the least to the church.

It pained him as he looked at the charm that his reflection once again did not show like it once did when he first gained this. Still, he followed his siblings example, wrapping the chain around his neck and let it hit his bare flesh. "I miss father terribly, brother..."

[Reno]

Being instructed by Axel was surprisingly simple and well. The red-head explained just precisely enough he understood easily, though when he spoke so close to his ear it made his body shiver from the tickle of his breath. When he finally drew his first chords from the heart of the instrument, he almost moved the bow away in bow had Axel not been holding him steady. Elation grew and a smile appeared upon his face, eager to draw out more.

And slowly, as time passed... he was allotted to work on his own. He followed the teaching, carefully moving the bow only having to pause for a moment when Axel suggested how warm it was and shed their jackets. His cheeks darkened, his mind momentarily entertaining nights before when Sora's claws tickled his stomach as he started to pull him from his clothes.

He gave himself a mental shake, reminded himself it was not like that as he played and played... and froze yet again as his shirt was shifted. He started again at the other's request, the chords discordant as his mind tried to both concentrate hard on his playing but was preoccupied by what - what in God's holy name was he doing?!

Roxas gasped audibly, the bow shaking badly in his hands. No one had ever laid tongue upon him but... his brothers. He knew where these affections might lead... and he was disgusted to feel the pit of excitement growing in his gut. To be taken by such a wondrous man - one he feared but adored - respected even... how glorious would that be? But... "L-L-Lord Axel... I... I am uncertain what your purpose is for doing this..." He said softly, feeling how the wet muscle moved along his skin and he bit his lip to hold back the moan dying to leave his throat.


Blue eyes darkened some at his brother's words, dark with grief this time. He curled his fingers around his charm and nodded once in acknowledgment of the statement, before he sighed. "I too miss him, and mother too... which is why I fetched these for us. It is our last physical connection to them." He fingered the chain gently, thinking over his words then wondered aloud, "Brother do you ever... let your mind fancy of what would of happened had things been different? What we would be doing now had mama never had her life slayed so and papa returned to us as he was meant to?"

[Rikugurl]

The lord's tongue pulled from the boy's body, the scar he had licked had vanished forever. "Must all things have purpose?" A sensual voice whispered into the blonde's ear. "Certainly there is none for the color of flowers, the color of leaves in autumn nor the fact that of a chain for a pocket watch. Do not curse me for I confess, young master, that for the many years I have been cursed to this form, you are but the most gorgeous and delightful child I have encountered. I have not played my cello for years but the night at the fountain for I was full of bore. Now I play to see if you would come."

Slowly his lips moved to the bare flesh of Roxas's neck before planting small, passionate kisses as he spoke. "You bring but the old and new memories to my lost heart. I again... apologize for such confessions but... I must have you. I wish to free you of your scars from the past and teach you the ways of a future of freedom and wisdom. I shall not make past mistakes and cherish you on the highest pedestal. Please speak the words to my madness. Must I stop or shall I continue healing your body?"


A frown splayed over Ventus's face as he was asked a question of the past, looking down at their sheets in which the stains of their love had been removed. "I fear that I have not. Bless me if I sound selfish for I could not think of a life that was not obtainable. It would depress me so to a point in which I was not certain that I could gain my light again. The only conte de fée I could see in my mind is if father were to come to look for us, not believing that we were doomed to the gates of fire from the redcoats. The other was the life I wish to gain from the mistress of mine manor. Now that I see the truth of it all, everything in my mind was but a conte de fée."

Slowly his blue eyes looked up at his brother, a soft smile taking over his frown. "The only truth that came was the possession of my lost brothers once more." His hand reached out, taking Sora's in his. "Tell me, brother... what did you once venture of another life?"

[Reno]

In all his years... he had never thought anyone would want him. With a twin precisely his mirror but older and the limp in his leg, he realized in his early years that marriage would probably never be for him. Or at least not to someone he was sure to enjoy the company of. The only thing that would get her into his arms was a dowry. After he became a slave though, he was so certain then that anyone would find him of interest after that.

...And yet here Axel words, speaking words of passion and when Roxas turned his head, one blue eyes catching those green ones that seemed to burn with desire, his breath became a little heavier. He knew the look... had seen it in his siblings eyes. It confused him some why the red-head would ever want him when he could of had the lady Larxene or - if men really was his favor - Marluxia was a rather beautiful man with a romantic tongue... and Luxord was endearing as well. Yet he was his choice...? This man who frightened him with his past, sympathized him with his sorrow, and endeared him with his knowledge...?

All he knew for certain... was he too was feeling the effects of the act, his length already starting to twitch under his clothing. "I.... I would enjoy it... if you would continue."


The hand squeezed back, Sora's smile gentle and wistful. "Ah... forgive me, I dreamed many a day when my work was tedious and long, but required little thought. I suppose it was foolish, but... I used to see us back home studying as mother wanted and slipping from our study's when her back was turned to run down to the well or hide about the marketplace. Our father always would work hard but any day he was home was worth celebrating. I could see all the crushes we might have, all the girls we might adore. I could see you assisting the churchmen, becoming an apprentice even... and Roxas joining the choir, drawing the crowd to the passion of his song. I could see myself joining dad on the sea, seeing all the wonders beyond our town and all the adventures there."

He chuckled softly and grinned, "But most of all I saw us all simply happy. Together. Sure, it would not be perfect or even easy at times... but it would be complete." He glanced down at the box murmuring gently, "And I believe that hope became a realty even in this harsh way. We are together. We are happy together. Life is not easy or even right at times... but we get by. These past few weeks alone have been a wonder. All I have already learned of you and Roxas it was more than thought possible. It is... truly wonderful!"

[Rikugurl]

Flames reflected in the man's emerald eyes as blue looked upon them. Muscles pulled the edges of his lips back in a soft smile before the cello was slowly pulled from between their legs. With a sweep of his hands, the instrument floated back to its corner... and started to play on its own like the ones that played in the dining room. It was the melody that they had practiced; beautiful, eerie and sensual all at once. Perhaps like the man himself who owned it.
Slowly, thin arms wrapped around the younger's armpits, his clawed fingers slowly started to unbutton the fine buttons while he proceeded to kiss the pale neck.

When the buttons were all undone, the blouse fluttered open some. With gentle, loving hands, the shirt was pulled off the pale shoulders slowly, revealing all the lashings upon his back. There were so many that one healed over the other, making the scars thick where they crossed. The blouse was folded slightly and it too ended up on their jackets which were discarded to the floor. "Lay upon your stomach..." He breathed slowly, the blonde slowly following his words before he unbuttoned his own shirt, allowing it to give him some air before he gain a good look upon the error he had to fix.

Delicate fingers reached out, feeling the skin twitch as he ran them over the sides and hips before leaning down, his tongue passing his lips once more before he started to lick away the scars.


A smiled continued to press on Ven's face as he listened but as it deepened, he looked away, his nonworking heart hurting more. It felt heavy, wondering if this fairy tale would of been true. They would never know it to be fact or fiction now. Despite he killed the man that took her away, it did not fill that hole. It did not bring his beautiful mother back. Is this how Lord Axel felt about his revenge. That it did not bring back his son or renew his dead wife?

Blonde locks shook as he cleared his mind of the thought, promising that he would not dwell on things that could not be changed. "A fine vision that is, brother... though father's death could not be prevented. We would still be fair without him but he would still be greatly missed."
He looked back at the brunette before giving him a toothy smile... only to notice that something about his brother was amiss. "Ah, Sora! Have you managed to lose the clock you have just fixed?" He asked, seeing that the pocket watch that Sora had found in the vanity's chain was not hanging from his pocket like it did when they parted at the beginning of the night.

[Reno]

"O-Oooh..." Came a soft gasp as the skilled tongue moved along his skin, making every scar gained from mistake and from his master's boredom slowly disappearing. It was as if he was being forgiven for every past error... every broken plate, every word out of turn or eyes staring at the wrong place, every show of weakness under the heat of the sun... it was almost as if he had never done a thing wrong. To err was human and that was not something that should be punished.

And as the Lord continued, Roxas' gasps and quickening breath slowly turned into low, long moans as the feeling dimmed by the scarring was healed as well, turning the act from gracious to sensual. The effect of the sensation was an obvious one upon his body from the darkness in the sapphire eyes to the crimson on his cheeks and flushing down his neck. It was almost becoming unbearable to lay on his stomach as his manhood was not only restrained in his pants but maddeningly trapped against the sheets, hard and pulsing. "L-Lord Axeeeel..." The blonde moaned, his body beginning to shake.



"Ah!" His hand fell to his pocket, even though he already knew it was not there and why it was not. He was surprised his brother had caught it. His cheeks darkened some, feeling embarrassed. "I well.... I did not lose it brother. I gave it away." This seemed to shock the other, and the words of question spilled from his mouth.

Sora rubbed the back of his neck before grinning. "I did not go down to our old hometown with the singular purpose to fetch our treasure box. When you too went down, all that came to your mind was revenge... you forgotten to thank the family of the man who we owe our lives too." Ven seemed surprised at this statement - then guilty - but Sora merely nodded in understanding. "It is alright... rage can do that. But I just simply wanted to see how they were... and found them in a terrible state. Their possessions are little to be spoken of. Lilo has grown beautiful - of marrying age - but it is easy to tell that no suitor would want her for her estate is terrible."

[Rikugurl]

The twitching body below him was a sign the lord knew well. The patience always grew thin when one was experiencing something so delightful upon their body. Women would become drenched and men would harden their lengths. But his deed was not done. Pants were shifted, making room to reveal young cheeks below the waist, also scared some from a long lash. His tongue moved lower, healing it as well only to make the blonde's legs shake.

When he finally pulled away to check for any he had missed, Roxas's back was flat and charming, unmarked and smooth like it had been before the first whipping. "At last, you wear no marks of your past." Boots slowly were kicked off before his thin fingers grabbed the boy's boots. He pulled them off one after the other, placing them carefully on the brick floor below. This caused the boy to turn onto his back, their dark eyes meeting before the lord started to kiss the sides of one of Roxas's foot gently, his exotic eyes closing.


"Ah, but what do you mean?" He asked as he heard that Sora knew where the watch had ended up. It was the tragic news and pity that brought his smile back down again. Lilo had been a fine girl, and knowing that her father and theirs were the best of friends, it would be inevitable that one would take her hand in marriage one day. Of course, she had always fancied Sora more for he had the spirit that filled her with excitement. He was the only one who played tea party with her along with dress up as he and Roxas were more concerned in tag or jacks.

"A shame it truly is. Perhaps we could fine more things in this room in which we could donate. I know it is not ours to take but what of the dead to still use it? It all sat here, unneeded for centuries."

[Reno]

"Oooh..." The blonde arched his neck, panting softly as his toes curled at even this slight attention. Under his head, the yellow spikes of his hair were smashed against the sheets. As Axel's fingers then lips ran along the heel of his foot his expression twisted and he could not contain the grin as giggles broke from his lips. "T-That is ticklish Lord Axel!"


"Precisely!" Sora said, filled with excitement as he smiled. "Even if it is small in compared to Gin's deed, I hope to help them. I am sure this old room has many unneeded trinkets that will sell for a great price. Maybe we can start our search now!" He reached down, closing the puzzle box and setting it upon the nightstand, having a strange feeling Roxas would not be back for awhile...

[Rikugurl]

At the giggles, green eyes opened and looked out, seeing the joyous look upon Roxas's face. He couldn't help but chuckle himself as he left the foot be to loom over the blonde as he laid beside him. It was nice to see such pure joy and the giggles of a young boy once more. He leaned over the other, his arm wrapping around the bare waist as their faces came closer. The giggles ceased as the look on his face was more adoring in unknowing arousal. "You are so precious, young master..." He whispered onto the other's lips as the two seemed to study one another's eyes, the look of need lust passing threw with a deeper meaning of sudden and instant love.

It was not uncommon in these times for love to be instant for many. If one had found one that suits all needs financially, it was deemed perfect. Personal adoration was only a bonus in which the two had already gained. A love for music and something deeper. But it was not time for thought as the redhead lowered himself, his lips gently pressing against the others to share their first kiss. It was arousing, though the lord had kissed many women, the one he married and the wenches in whom he fed from... but this was the first he had kissed a boy.

Slowly their lips moved passionately before lips broke free and the tongue that healed all of the boy's wounds was now dancing with another. "Haaa.... Roxaaas...." He moaned breathlessly as they kissed, their lips becoming swollen. One of his hands slowly ventured across the bare chest of the boy, feeling how the skin twitched under the pads of his fingers. Lower and lower it went, suddenly coming across a batch of thicker blonde hair that started close to his waist. It was the beginnings of a snail trail. It was a shame it would never fully develop for he was stuck at this very appearance for the rest of his life on this plane.

A button was suddenly taken, having to unbutton it before it exposed the undergarment that only pained the youth. Wondering fingers pushed under the fabric before finding the issue. His fingers wrapped around it, making the fabric fold over so now both hand and length were exposed to the room.


"Lets!" The boy called as he jumped from the bed and with his sibling, started to venture around the room more that they ever had since occupying it. Drawers were opened and wonderment of their findings begun. Before much could be found, the blonde paused as he remembered something. "Brother, I possess a question... though it is daft I suppose..." It still intrigued the other, making him come over to hear it. "Well... I came upon something quite absurd and I wonder if there is any real gains for it."

This only made his brother more curious before he reached into his pocket and presented... a rotten tooth. The look on Sora's face twisted, asking why on earth would he be carrying such a thing. "Well..." Ventus started, looking down at it. "I obtained it from the very mouth of a wolf. A very same wolf that is fighting for this manor."

[Reno]

"Aaah! Aaaaaah!!" Heavy, hot calls of passion filled the room, seeming to compliment the sound and rhythm of the music as if it were song. The blonde could not continue the dance of tongues between them, his mind too overcome to concentrate. His arms wrapped about the other, nails running lightly over the others spine, feeling the way it made the lord's body arch.

In just that moment that their eyes gazed into one another, everything became so clear for him. Perhaps not all his nerves had simply been fear of Axel but rather anxiety and his discretion over his sights on wenches in the bar or the dancing with Larxene based more upon jealous. He had already admitted long ago he adored the Lord... he had simply not been aware of the strength of it. It seemed so simple but yet so profound it it had been hard for him to admit.

He loved Axel. The moment he set his eyes upon him that night in the forest, he had fancied him greatly and it only grew the more he discovered. Even the harshest of details did not scare away his feelings. It was so obvious now it was amusing and had he had the breath he would of laughed aloud.

Instead he shifted some, his lips finding Axel's neck and sucking gently, licking at the vein pulsing with blood before his teeth scraped and unharming but sensuous line down it.


A peculiar frown touched Sora's face as he heard the small story. He reached out, touching the tooth delicately, asking softly, "Was there a further reason for pulling the tooth?" As he was given the answer, hearing how the wolf had tried to attack him but he held his jaw aloft, accidentally pressing on the tooth and hurting him. When he offered to free the creature of his pain he actually allowed him to and actually gave him true encouragement over his faith, though Ven did not precisely elaborate how.

"Hmmm.... how very curious." He crossed his arms behind his head in a relaxed pose, trying to imagine the scene his brother had found himself in. Spoken around here, the older Vampirs said nothing encouraging of the lycan - reduced them to a place lower then even the one Roxas once held. If he believed upon their words - which he did not so much as it was mostly spite speaking - then the wolf should have tried to kill him afterward. A betrayal in every sense of the word... yet he did not.

He nodded, and spoke in return, "I believe there was a gain tonight for you and he and not simply just that of a tooth or the freedom from pain. It was trust and if he was so bold to say he is in your debt, possibly even a companion. Perhaps we have heard to much in disdain, thinking the wolfs are boorish and dumb because this one seems rather intelligent. Tomorrow is the night of the new moon - if you feel bold you can seek him out, maybe speak with him and see what the terms of the conditions of this debt will be."

[Rikugurl]

"Hhhooooohh.... haaa...." The redhead lord panted harshly, his body becoming hotter by the second until he was forced to pull his blouse off. This time he did not fold it up neatly to avoid wrinkles but let it be thrown to the floor, fluttering over the rest as he reached out to grasp the length gently once more. It was wet with anticipation and only became wetter as the skin was pulled away, revealing the head. As lips were upon his neck, he followed suit, sucking and nipping at the the boy's junction.

He knew, of course, that he was purely going mad. Having such relations with a younger boy was shamed upon now and being so frank was not his style unless they were nothing but wench food. How had he fallen so for this newborn? Was it his love for his son that brought him to this stage? Had it made him so perverted? Once again, he pushed it aside, knowing that his choice was not wrong. His company was of his own, his light heart not a mockery of one once lost. Roxas was his own self and a beautiful one at that.

Pants shifted more, pushing them down to expose bare, pale thighs that shivered. The candles around them started to burn brighter, keeping the two extra heated.
In their feverishly caressing, the lord pulled his head up as he started to stroke the hardened length, his eyes meeting Roxas's again. Their heavy pants mingled as they just stared at one another before a passionate kiss was exchanged for only a few moments. When they unlocked, the lord spoke. "Haaa.... oohh, Roxas... p-please.... be mine..."


Blue eyes looked down at the rotten tooth, listening to his brother's words. "I suppose... but as a Christian, I did not do such a deed to get a favor in return. He has already paid me well enough to keep his word. But... now that I think upon it, I would be interested in meeting him once more. Twice we have laid eyes upon one another and both have turned with our lives." He placed the tooth back into his pocket before glancing at Sora. "I know it that if our master finds out that I am socializing with a wolf, he would not fair it well... I do not wish to learn what his punishments might behold..."

Sora brushed it off, saying that it is but the right thing to do, making the blonde nod. "You're right. I will seek him out tomorrow night and you shall take our findings to thy poor women. As for our dear young brother, I wonder what he has occupied himself with. As we arrived, I do believe I heard Lord Axel's cello playing with a novice hand. It could possibly be him."


In another place, down at the end of the east wing, was the largest of the personal quarters in the manor. It wasn't very elegantly dressed as one would think a master's room would be... but maybe one of the poorest. It's look much reflected that of the triplet's room before they cleaned, having spiderwebs and ancient candles. Wooden perches arose from many tables that had empty ink bottles next to full, plenty of crow quills to write with. The walls were lined with books and the fireplace had dirt sprawled all around it with odd symbols through it by a stick. A large bed took up the middle space, the drapes around it having some rips and webs around it as well.

Upon the bed was the master of this manor, his nose in one of his many books. It was most likely as old as him, if not older for the cover was ruined and the pages old, discolored and torn. At the edge of his bed was the darkest of the three wolves he had captured, also being the youngest. He seemed to be sleeping soundly, curled up and enjoying the warmth. Another wolf, as he saw it to be the green and white furred, was at the front door of the manor, keeping guard for watch out of any foolish creature to come too close. And by his side was a wolf with black and purple toned fur, his eyes closed as a clawed hand rubbed his head and ears.

[Reno]

"You..." Roxas moaned gently, his hips twitching towards Axel's hand, and he took a breath, saying in a rush, "You do not even have to ask. I am already yours." He supposed it was a bit brash but why would he not wish to be? Axel was not money or power to him - he was a man he would love to spend the rest of his days with.

His fingers ran through the wild red hair and smiled, bringing the other close and brushing their lips together in a gentle caress, strangely different from the motions of their act below. "Haaa... I-I may not know... what the future holds... b-but my promise to you... is I will do all in my power to never hurt your heart like has been done to you before."

He certainly hoped he was making sense and sounding so foolish, his mind spinning some for the need of release was drawing upon him surprisingly quick. He did not know why - perhaps it was their words, or Axel's fiery touch, or just the gaze of his eyes on him and only him but all of he was pleasured by him. He did not think of the implications of their relationship - his youth versus the man's age, their difference of rank and knowledge. It was almost as if none of it mattered as long as the other wanted him. And he certainly wanted him to know... he would never betray him.


"Ah. You are correct. I had heard it as well. I thought it strange that the music was so off." Sora said as he started to dig through the drawers once more in the room. His voice was cheery as he said next, "I am glad however that they are getting along. Roxas has been so fidgety around everyone but us, and I know it's because of the cruel hand dealt upon him. Being around the others will be favorable to his personality."

In the deep of the night when they would speak of their past, all of Roxas' stories seemed almost full of sadness. But now, like this, the blonde seemed so full of smiles. "I do not know if it is fair to you to say so but... if I had known all I do now about our sibling and had a choice for either us all to be changed or simply die... I would have allowed Kuku to change me for Roxas. This life for him... it is a blessing."


A tail wagged some a growl of pleasure working it's way from the wolf's chest as the claws found a rather nice spot right behind his ear. He rose his head some leaning into the touch as his tongue lolled. Had he been in his right mind, he would of been offended, being treated as a house pet but such thoughts never made it to consciousness. He was happy, well fed and when tame enough got a very nice pet on his head. That seemed perfect to him.