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 The Consequences of Love, [Social - Drakka]
Saint Judas
 Posted: May 23 2017, 03:48 PM
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JUDAS

Judas
Sirius - Cyrus
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He gasped as he awoke, greedily sucking in breath, limbs shaking and sweat dripping down his temples as his heart raced. Disorientation followed immediately after, he whimpered as blue eyes glanced around in confusion, finding surroundings strange and intimidatingly unfamiliar. His chest hurt, and for several moments he had difficulty breathing, panting as he wheezed, trying to collect himself and sort his scattered mind. He had been... had been chocking, he couldn't breath before.... there was... smoke.... burning.... the building had been burning around him... he had been trying to help... help someone and suffocated.... The nightmare was slipping fast, leaving his only with the unease of knowing with a sort of twisted feeling inside that he had died. And that it seemed a little too real to have just been a dream. But nothing here was burning... nothing was burning, there was no smoke he told himself as he closed his eyes, separating the remnants of his nightmare from the waking reality to understand he was not dying... he was fine, he was... safe...

Was he though? There was still something off about it all... he didn't recognize the walls around him he realized as he opened his eyes again, early morning light already spilling through a window of wood and cloth. He felt warm, something was pressed on him, around him. Realization came slow, shaking off the last tremors of adrenaline from his sleep to come face to face with where he was in the world, his head groggy and pained but functioning still enough to come to certain terms. Azure eyes widened, in disbelief and embarrassment he felt himself begin to blush, struggling to comprehend that what he was aware of was the truth.

Namely that there was another person, another man, pressed snugly against his back, their chest radiating the heat of their body and the head nuzzled against him, brushing against his short black hair in what perhaps was a protective or possessive manner, arms embracing him and holding him against them. Both he and they were decidedly also without clothing, skin flush against bare skin, and warm, so warm it almost felt unbearable, hot blood flowing just under the surface. Strange feelings lingered and stirred inside himself and he thought his shoulder ached slightly, the memories of the previous day were cloudy under the hazy ache of his head but he thought he could piece together.... some the basic details. And imagine all too well the rest. Far too well in fact, biting his lip, he drew his legs slightly closer to himself. He didn't sleep without his clothes generally, especially not... with another. He didn't need to look to know who it was either.

"Fleet...." He murmured to himself, all but silently, sighing shakily against the younger man against him, their lean frame slightly smaller then his own athletic one, yet with a wiry strength in the grip of arms around him and a sense of largeness in the easy natural power of toned muscles against him. He swallowed, eyes closing. It was hard to think against the aching of his head, but he felt a certain distress creeping through anyways. What.... how? What had happened.... what had been in those drinks.... what had..... it didn't make sense.... and the reality of.... having made love to someone with whom while he would admit he had.... strong feelings towards, had only known a handful of days at most was.... how did he.... what was he supposed.... he felt like a mess, and ashamed at the terrible situation he had made of things.

Because he felt uncomfortable with the current position and alarmed at what had happened, yet at the same time he couldn't deny.... he had wanted it. He had wanted Fleet, and wanted Fleet to want him. Yet it had all moved... moved so fast. How had it managed to go from talking to cuddling outside to.... intimacy so quickly? What had been wrong with him the other day? It all felt... felt wrong. Felt rushed. Felt awkward, he didn't know.... know how to react. How to deal with this. It felt like everything had gone ahead of him and he was left flailing in a depth far beyond him or what he had been prepared for.

Taking a quivering breath, he began to push himself up, tenderly trying to squeeze out of Fleet's grip and if he was able to before or without waking the other man, then search... first for his clothing perhaps to get them on. He needed to start with that while he could concentrate on it. Perhaps... some water and a cloth to wash himself... where were they anyways...?

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Drakka
 Posted: May 25 2017, 12:36 PM
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Fleet, meanwhile, didn't even stir with Medic jerking awake besides him. A deceptively innocent smile rested on his face, and his braid was flung around and loose. He hugged Medic tight, as if he could keep the quiet man from moving even in his sleep...all in all, he was succeeding...

Even in his dreamless sleep, he was distinctly aware of how warm he was! Even a blanket didn't quite chase away the cold of the desert as well as another body did! Unconsciously, he pressed closed, soaking in the warmth with greedy abandon. Yet something was wrong, it was moving? Trying to get away from him? Why?

With a cry of need he reached, and ultimately wasn't able to keep Medic with him. The cold that clung to his skin was like a slap to the face, and he was dragged into wakefulness, flinching against the light of day. Laying there like a dejected Houndour, he almost didn't look happy for a second, he certainly wasn't talking yet, and then his memory caught up with last night and boy was he happy! He finally found another person to have fun with, the others never wanted to do it again! To say he was happy about his new partner was an understatement, even if he did leave before Fleet was ready!

Suddenly, he was animated, crawling onto his chest and wrapping himself in the blanket hazardously thrown around, it wasn't quite as warm but it'd have to do. Naturally, he giggled, face flush and beaming. "Hiyaaa Medic! Hehe! Did you have fun?" He looked dangerously happy, using his forearm like a pillow, he resembled the resting Pyroars of Lion Plains...he had certainly found his mate after all...

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Saint Judas
 Posted: Jun 7 2017, 03:41 AM
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Sirius - Cyrus - Rockruff (Adalwolf)
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Err, errr, one more post then babs, feels better that way
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Panic fluttered in his chest a moment as Fleet started to wake, his half asleep companion crying out as he tried to carefully detach himself, their grip tightening on him. Pressing on him, clutching and trapping him to them. Alarm jerked him free before he had the sense to calm himself and realize in chagrin that it was still only just Fleet... Trying to hold onto him likely, it could only have been a natural reaction from the man he had been cuddling with. He winced as he tried to sit up, making a slightly unwelcome discovery of his backside being sore and pained, a sharp gasp escaping him as he fumbled to slide off and down the side of the bed, squinting in the blurry room. Blush colored his cheeks, realization of why he might be experiencing such symptom quick to come to his grasping mind, explanation readily available to his groggy pained mind, though perhaps it might have been better if he had not been quite so quick to figure it out. It seemed he must have been... quiet busy with Fleet yesterday and last night. And what exactly had they done? What in god's name had prompted him to try to go that far, to indeed go that far? His head rife with headache and pain at the thoughts of his own actions from the day before, he reflexively found a hand upon the sade of his face and forehead, holding his skull as he leaned into it, a gust of air half-way between sigh and whine leaving his lips.

Aiy.... And what had happened to him last night? Had he really done that? His fuzzy memories and all the clues were indicative that such was the case, yet he desperately wanted to hold out that perhaps such had not been. Why? Was there a reason to his feelings for that though? Afterall... He twisted, turning his head to glance back at Fleet. Didn't he acknowledge already his feelings, his like, his... Love of the younger man? And was this not something lovers did, a sign of close bonding that they shared one another's bodies and drew close as was physically possible to bring pleasure to each other?

Was it too early to call it love though? Was he taking advantage of Fleet somehow, had last night gone too far, pressing himself upon the other man, over taken by lust and the foolishness of his heart to escalate far too quickly this relationship that had only just started, what? Gods! Only days ago? Was he so desperate for companionship? Perhaps... Come to think of it, was it not true that lonliness, that emptiness that had long pained him was faded now, gone and passed from his notice? And what could it have been, who could it have been to cause that but Fleet? But did.... Did he love Fleet? He... He wanted to say yes. He believed he did. But he was uncertain, plagued with doubt. Could one love someone one barely knew? Truly, truly, knew? It was... Was too fast. He'd only.... Only met Fleet a few weeks ago but in brief passing and pleasant company. A date, true, but one after which saw them depart ways. And he had travelled all this way to... To see Fleet had he not? But what had driven the journey? Interest? A burning desire of curiousity and need to see... See an urge sated? Love? He felt confused. Uncertain. Things were too fast, too fast, shouldn't it all be.... Be slower...? It felt off. Felt...

His uncertainties and the muddle of his addled and aching mind faded as he noticed Fleet shifting, decidedly awake now if they had not been before. He sensed more then saw the smile, his companion's giggle bringing sheepish smile to his lips, brows raising and relazing slightly, though still knit together, confusion and heavy troubled questioning fading from his expression to be replaced with uncertainness mixed with decided amounts of happiness, and... A bit of embarassment perhaps, if the rose that tinted his face and the timid flicks of his eyes when he realized, or was reminded rather, of Fleet's bareness as they sprawled upon the bed. Thankfully, perhaps, most of them was covered by blanket to spare him the further awkwardness and self-conciousness. Yet even the suggestive shameless manner Fleet sprawled, prideful and composed with self-purpose, strength and confidence even in rest, and the unabashed manner Fleet spoke had his ears burning, his words stumbling as he fought to manage the act of speaking with his thoughts and mind scattered, trying also to merely not choke in reaction of the event implied in the almost absurdly simple phrase of 'fun.'

"A-aah, Fleet, I vas... I had, err, z-zat is... S-sorry, did I vake you getting up? I didn't, err, I meant to try not to disturb you..." He murmured the words, his soft voice stumbling, a mess as he tried to sort his thoughts, distracted heavily as they were. "Guten Morgen..." He finally seemed to collect himself enough to say, belatedly perhaps to Fleet eager cheery greeting towards him, though his voice was warm, seeming to find some of its strength, and relaxing a bit perhaps, though his gaze decidedly drifted just around Fleet rather then look directly at the handsome male upon the bed. He seemed to hesitate, finding difficulty picking apart an answer to Fleet's question, searching, beginning almost to say something several times before falter again, somewhere between ashamed and anxious in his again shifting expression. "I... It.... " If nothing, it felt hard to be too harsh in blame when Fleet seemed so happy, yet he still felt odd about the affair, his words uncertain as he struggled to place them. "I'm, er.. E-es tut mir leid, Ich.... I didn't mean to, ahh.... To go zat far so swiftly and err, p-put m-myself.... Ahh... Upon you l-like zat, it v-vas, ahh.... I'm n-nit sure vhat got into me last night... I vasn't.... Vasn't myself...." Perhaps he might have rambled through that all without ever answering the question, growing more nervous until trailing away or Fleet at last interrupted, exasperated or perhaps frustrated with the lack of answer and pointless worries, or perhaps upset by the hinting of mayhaps regret of the night before.

Loosely also, he began to search for clothing as he rambled, gaze averted from Fleet to assist him as he groped around on the ground near him. A whimper as the touch of rough fur told of the rockruff curled beside the bed, stirring in surprise and fear as she jolted awake, then seeming to relax slightly as he instinctively stilled his movements, resting fingers lightly on pelt, then allowed her to sniff and reassure herself his scent before gently stroking her, glancing still about for his clothing, tossed beyond his sight on the floor at the foot of the bed, a small purple shape curled among the fabric, bags and staff haphazardly lain and dropped beside them, or perhaps them carelessly tossed beside the bags.

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Drakka
 Posted: Jun 10 2017, 01:08 PM
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Fleet didn't lose his smile even as he shrugged lazily, talk talk talk, Judas sure loved to babble! "You freak out alot huh? Don't worry, I wanted to do it too, you couldn't have made me if I didn't want to anyhow!" With this...dubious...set of words, Fleet decided the day have begun!

"Pff! Not yourself! You were great like that! You were fun! Maybe we should do that more!" Instinctively, he started slithering to the edge of the bed where he somewhat remembered his stuff was, and clawed up the remnants of his own clothing. Blearingly, he tapped something waxy and let out a sort of purr in fondness, "Hiya Buddy! Sleep nice, yeah, me too!" The little Numel was smack dab in the middle of all his clothing, sometimes letting out a soft puffed of smoke and now blinking up at him in her dumb cuteness. He couldn't be annoyed, she was a cutie. "Yeah, yeah, morning! Eat, eat, eat!" That seemed to do the trick as he heard a little rumble from the Numel and she hobbled out from under the bed, waiting patiently next to the door.

Fleet didn't seem to have much shame, pulling himself together without much, if any, regard for privacy. "You know, this is my buddy's place. He doesn't mind stuff like this, cause I do this alot. I'm bringing ya back soon, didn't have that much fun in a while!" He babbled on and on and he pulled his hair back into its lazy braid.

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Saint Judas
 Posted: Jun 20 2017, 12:10 AM
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Sirius - Cyrus - Rockruff (Adalwolf)
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*Judas casually dying of embarrassment* ALSO, BABS
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He was talking too much. Cringing even as he drifted off and glanced back fleetingky to see Fleet shrugging he realized he was talking too much. Nervous meaningless babble, he was surprisingly already... Comfortable enough with Fleet to talk much at all, something he belatedly noticed even as he raised his hand again to massage his head. Why did he have such a bad headache anyways? Was it from his nightmare? They usually didn't give him one... And why was he squinting so much? Everything normally wasn't this... Blurry. Timidly beginning to sort of scooch his way past the rockruff where she curled watching him with blue specks amidst a ball of tan fur, he continued searching for his things, and more importantly, his clothing, his thoughts drifting from the issues of his vision and his head for the moment, distractable, and focused more on the immediate problem of being unclothed.

Fleet's words rang, bold and bright as the other male always was, and Judas felt his ears burn a little more as he subconciously glanced aside, even though he was on the floor by the bed and no longer looking at Fleet to begin with. "S-sorry" Was his first muttered response, a grimace on his features in chagrin and embarrassment at the other man's question, perhaps rhetorical in nature, and upon review, a little more true then he was comfortable with. He shouldn't be panicking so much, he was probably overreacting right? His companion certainly seemed calm and composed afterall... He bit his lip as he edged to the corner of the bed. He was just freaking out.... It was hard convincing himself to stop though, yesterday had... And he had only.... It felt like a giant mess he had somehow managed to tangle himself into far too fast. But... Maybe he was just... Just worrying too much. Shae might tell him to relax a bit and enjoy the moment... Wasn't she always trying to get him to not be so anxious about trying new things and so apologetic for being awkward about it?

Still, Fleet's other comment seemed to relax him some, his companion's confidence in themself and complete assurance of their own desires. Why was he so worried about it anyways? Fleet seemed to... Well... He guessed and he hoped that they... They were having the same feelings. The same ones as he was, and the same attractions. And then he was blushing furiously at Fleet's nonchalant chirped compliment and unabashed suggestion, his throat constricted as he ducked his head further behind the bed to hide his embarrassment as he tried not to choke, partially failing. "A-a-a-ah-h-h-hh, j-j-ja, Z-z-zustim-m-mm-mung..." His voice finally came as a stuttered whisper when he could breath enough again to manage it. 'Oh.' was about the extent of his mental thought processes, stuck on Fleet comments so chipperly made of him and the casual yet eager affirmation that they should um... Do that more.

His mind found relief though distraction as at the foot of the bed he managed to find the edge of a pale tunic sleeve with one searching hand, tugging gently at it to retrieve it. A heavy weight atop it surprised him as it turned out not to be his bags, but rather a sleepy Cyrus, squeaking as they were disturbed and awoken. "T-tut mir leid" He apologized automatically, a hand stroking the purple blob gently, feeling the Pokemon's soft ears between his digits before gently, carefully, partially lifting them to shift his clothing out from underneath them, from there swiftly working to get his undergarments, trouser, and tunic on from what cover the bed could give him. From behind he heard sounds of Fleet talking with the male's own companion... Buddy was it? It was hard to think but he remembered warmly the quiet little camel. By his own side he noticed a tan figure, rockruff, approaching, stirring slowly as she awoke, timidly drawing close to him as the most familiar and comforting thing there. She had met Cyrus and been exposed to the young Pokemon numerous times of course, but their brighter more exciteable nature tended to make her uncomfortable or accidentally startle her, she seemed to like just staying by him, often following in his shadow where he went. It made him almost feel guilty going out, he couldn't bear to leave her behind and worried she would be terrified on her own, but she was always so scared around others...

Settling himself into his clothing and reaching an arm up to use the bed to lift himself to his feet, he was still squinting, a frown pulling at his features as his head continued to throb. There was still several things wrong... Why did his head hurt so much, and where were his... With a strangled noise and a fresh round of color, he realized Fleet was changing still, the tanned male openly still bare as they fumbled with their clothing. Dropping swiftly to the floor on his side of the bed again, Judas tried not to start choking again as Fleet cheerily explained the reason why the room he was in didn't look familiar, nodding silently along instead. A friend of Fleet's place? Did Fleet not have a... Regular place or place of his own? He remembered vaguely something about the first night with Fleet, the other male getting... Kicked out or something. Was that their usual rest then and here was just where they went instead? Sounded like his companion came here quite a bit... A mild onset of coughing came over him as Fleet informed him they would be, err.... Returning soon and they hadn't had... Had... Err...

Cyrus squeaked in complaint and surprise, and wheezing as his coughing died away, Judas shifted himself around the corner of the bed to the foot of it where the young Pokemon was with his bags. The rockruff followed after, pale blue eyes alert and her steps wary though she seemed oddly... Alert and curious. Cyrus seemed confused, distressed, and surprised if the whining of the goblin creature was any indication, and it took Judas several moments trying to figure out what was wrong before rockruff's timid nuzzle of one of his bags before skittering back a step clued him in. A hand against the fabric, he felt movement within his messenger bag. The egg! Digging it out and into his lap, he grabbed for his larger travel bag, starting to pull his cloak from the top to find the other egg as well as he called out to his companion, his voice surprised... And pleasantly excited. "Fleet!"

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 Posted: Jun 20 2017, 12:41 AM
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Perhaps sensing Judas's excitement, the two Pokemon wasted no time in escaping their delicate prisons. Hatching one right after the other, they emerged into the brightness of the real world, blinking blearily and with no little irritation at the sudden change in setting.

your egg has hatched into a Sewaddle!
level 1 ◒ female ◒ overcoat ◒ AIR SLASH ◒ Tackle ◒ String Shot
She hatches with 20% loyalty and requires 5 IC posts before she can battle!

your egg has hatched into a Pansage!
level 1 ◒ male ◒ overgrow ◒ Scratch ◒ Play Nice ◒ Leer
He hatches with 20% loyalty and requires 5 IC posts before he can battle!

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Fleet could practically feel Medic's awkwardness and, in case it wasn't obvious from his twitching smile, he was loving it. The way he just panicked slightly when he just saw Fleet was adorable! Adorable enough to squeeze till they popped! He wouldn't though, Medic couldn't pop just yet. It was just a shame he couldn't remember to much of last night except it had been fun...those memories would have been nice...

A half-serious frown pulled his face at the disappointment, oh dear, what a shame! He'd have to do his best to remember next time! Yup, that was exactly what he'd do! Perhaps tonight, yeah, tonight was good. They might visit Snake Eyes again, then Medic might want to as well! His plan formed in literal seconds, and he was mentally praising himself. Great job! You got the best idea! Yeah he did!

The only thing that could have broken him out of this praise spiral would be something even more exciting, and an imminent cute Pokemon was certainly more exciting than anything!

Instantaneously, he was by Medic, bouncing like a little kid. He was pretty sure his shirt was backwards, but that was nothing!...and he wasn't disappointed.

"Aw! I like these ones! They're cute!" He lunged forward, trying to snatch up the caterpillar Pokemon, "He's cuter! I want him! You have a Pokeball?" The question came out of nowhere, and could likely be missed over the fact Fleet was cradling the little blinking Pokemon seconds earlier.

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RIP incomplete social. Also, I'm offended by how cute this was.

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