A pirate's life for me! [Kavon x Daiyel, NC17]

[Monsteralienbear]

The lights in his room popped on with a soft ding, fading from the brightest intensity down to a much more bearable glow of light. Good morning, Kavon. It is— “Shut up,” Kavon whined, reaching for his pillow and throwing it in the general direction of his door, “go ‘way. I said to let me sleep in, remember?” He grumbled, turning on his side to press in close to Daiyel’s back again. Kavon had fallen asleep with his arm wrapped protectively around his best friend’s waist and his forehead tucked against his shoulder; he’d been too exhausted for anything else, though he remembered making a half-hearted effort to get into his pants.

Kavon was still wearing his boxers, though, so he doubted he’d gotten very far before falling asleep. “Mmm,” he hummed, pressing his cheek against Daiyel’s shoulder and rubbing the palm of his hand against his stomach idly, “it’s too early to be awake. I hate this frakking spaceship.” He complained, even if without it, they wouldn’t be nearly as happy and content as they were. Kavon liked being able to make the rules and liked enforcing them even more—the way he figured it, he wouldn’t have to deal with his authority issues if he always stayed in control.

Still, just because he normally liked The Freedman didn’t mean he had to like it when their room decided to interfere with sleepy-time when he’d told it not to. He had told it not to wake them up so early, hadn’t he?

Daiyel groaned when the lights turned on suddenly, and turned his face towards the pillow he held close to his chest. "'urn i' off, K'voooon..." he mumbled, voice muffled by the pillow. "S'too early..." He was awake though, and despite his sleepiness he knew he probably wouldn't be going back to sleep any time soon. He kept his paper-thin wings folded very close to his body to keep them from getting crushed between their bodies, and smiled, eyes closed, when Kavon's cheek pressed to his shoulder. Kavon's large, calloused hand rubbed at his abdomen and the mutt's lips twitched up into a smile, sighing contentedly in response to the pleasant rasp of the calluses on Kavon's hand over his skin. "Feels nice," he mumbled, lifting a hand to touch the back of Kavon's hand.

He chuckled softly, sleepily in response to Kavon’s complaints and mumbled, “Just turn the lights off…we can stay in here for a while longer.” It was, Daiyel would always agree, too early to be up. He liked to sleep in—especially if he was sleeping in with his favorite person in the universe. After a few moments, Daiyel turned around under Kavon’s arm and went limp again with a content sigh. “Mm. I like this.”

Kavon reluctantly opened his eyes when he felt Daiyel moving, carefully lifting his arm from his back so he wouldn’t disturb his wings when he was moving. “Lights off,” he said, and the voice-activated controls in his bedroom cut the lights off entirely. The concept of day and night was a little abstract in space, but Kavon was well used to it now. He associated his days with the bright lights throughout the ship and his nights with the soothing blackness of his room; he was ready for it to be night for a few more hours.

“I like it too,” he replied, but his eyes were closed again and it was probably obvious he was already half asleep. Still, old habits die hard, and it only took him a few minutes to wake up enough to start talking and thinking coherently. “Mmm. Today should be a day off,” Kavon said, opening his eyes so he could grin at Daiyel. “Stop at a fun city and just…spend the day celebrating.” They’d raided a merchant spaceship not too long ago and he was getting tired of lying low in order to stay off anyone’s radar; he thought it’d been long enough, and his share of the money they’d received for the pilfered goods was burning a hole in his pocket. Still, he wanted to hear Daiyel’s opinion on the matter—he was the smartest person he knew, and Kavon relied on him to tell him when his plans were sound and when they weren’t. If Daiyel said something would work, the rules of the universe said it would, but the opposite was also true.

He watched Kavon's face, smiling slightly at his closed eyes. He hoped Kavon never changed, and resisted the urge to lift his hand and touch Kavon's face. Daiyel wasn't sure whether or not Kavon would be alright with such an intimate touch, and Daiyel was afraid that it would be rejected. He thought that it was a good thing nobody knew how insecure and afraid he was. The crew wouldn't respect him very much, he thought, if they knew.

He considered what Kavon said, quiet for a long time. He considered the possibilities, calculating the chances that they would be caught by anyone after so long, at such distances. Daiyel nodded. “That sounds good. Let’s go to that station, the one out by Halla-2, Seidecte. That should be safe. Just no throwing around money.” He thought it would be fine, honestly.

“I like that station,” Kavon said agreeably, grinning at his friend sleepily and turning onto his back. It was a regrettable position because it meant he was no longer touching Daiyel, but the sooner he got up, the sooner they could head to the space station. “I don’t want to wake up,” he complained, rubbing at his face with his hands and sighing with resignation, “but I should.” He remained lying down for a few more moments before reluctantly sitting up and pushing his legs off the bed. Kavon turned to look at Daiyel, grinning at him because he liked how disheveled and sleepy he looked in the morning. Bedhead worked for him, though he thought almost everything worked for his best friend.

He paused and shifted his weight on the bed so he could look at Daiyel more easily. “That’s the station with the good restaurant, right?” Kavon asked in a hopeful tone of voice, since it was hard to focus on anything but food when he first woke up. He was always starving in the mornings, no matter how much food he consumed the night before, and his stomach was genuinely hurting from hunger. “I’m so hungry,” he whined, tilting his head to look at his friend and giving him the best pleading look he could manage, “I think a certain someone should help fix that,” Kavon said, trying (and failing) not to grin.

It occurred to Daiyel to be happy that things hadn’t progressed any further the night before than they had, suddenly. For, if Kavon had ventured underneath the boxers Daiyel wore for propriety’s sake, he would have discovered the soft black lace panties Daiyel wore. While Daiyel loved them and thought they were very erotic—both to wear and to look at!—he wasn’t sure Kavon wouldn’t have laughed at them. Daiyel usually didn’t mind being mocked, but it was different if Kavon was mocking him for real, as opposed to just playing.

He replied to Kavon’s question without really thinking, tone absent and gaze distant, “Yes, Kavon, it’s the one with your favorite restaurant.” All the same, Kavon was attractive in the mornings. He was attractive all the time, but especially in the mornings. (Daiyel pretended he didn’t think that Kavon was ‘especially’ attractive at all points in the day!) Seeing his best friend standing there in nothing but his boxers was affecting Daiyel, and he knew that if he stood up, the tent in his boxers would become evident.

His tone was patient and amused, somewhat mocking. “You’re always hungry. And I’m sure someone could help fix that. Why, again, haven’t you learned to cook..?” He didn’t want to get up, and flung an arm over his eyes. “It’s too early. You said it yourself, Kavon!” He had by now sprawled onto his back, limbs splayed.

It was pretty dark in the room without the lights on, so Kavon didn’t see the tent in Daiyel’s boxers when he sprawled onto his back. “But I’m hungry,” he said, putting a hand on his stomach and willing it to growl for extra sympathy points. It remained rebelliously silent. “I know how to cook,” he added with a faint frown, “I just don’t like to!” The only time Kavon willingly put on a chef’s apron was when he was very angry, and that was only because there was something oddly satisfying about chopping vegetables or cooking meat when he was that angry. He liked to pretend the veggies he cut up were the people he was angry at, which worked even if it probably wasn’t healthy.

“Besides,” he began dramatically, “this isn’t your normal kind of hunger. I’m going to die if you don’t feed me!” Kavon grinned, acknowledging he was just being silly, and reached forward to grab Daiyel’s hand and tug on it. “C’mon. If you make me pancakes, I’ll…I don’t know. Take you out to dinner tonight. We can go to The Jungle,” he suggested, not at all ashamed for naming his favorite restaurant.

Daiyel rolled his eyes in the darkness, exasperated with his friend’s immature exaggeration—but he was fondly amused, humor glinting in his green eyes. He didn’t feel like getting up just yet, and he definitely did feel like poking at Kavon a bit, because that was always fun. He sighed dramatically, acting put-upon. “But it’s early Kavon, and maybe I feel like doing something else.” He said, in such a tone that it implied without needing to be said out loud, something more important than feeding you, just because Daiyel knew it would irk his friend. He held back a smile, watching the taller young man to see how he would react, wriggling his shoulders across the bed to get more comfortable and nonverbally let Kavon know that he didn’t intend to get up yet.

Kavon arched both of his eyebrows, unable to help but be surprised. “Something else?” He demanded, acting as though he’d never been told no by Daiyel before, “what in the world is a better use of your time than feeding me?” He hesitated for a moment, unable to help but grin, and arched both of his eyebrows suggestively. He didn’t know if his friend could see the expression in the dim lighting, but he didn’t care. “I can only think of one thing that is a better use of time than feeding me,” Kavon began, and he took a step closer to the bed despite himself.

He could see Daiyel’s outline on the bed and it looked like he was on his back, so he didn’t see anything wrong with sitting back on the bed and crawling on top of his friend. He hovered over him with his knees planted firmly on either side of his legs and his hands pressing into the mattress near his shoulders, effectively pinning him. “Maybe dinner was the wrong thing to offer?” He asked with a slight grin, forgetting about how ‘hungry’ he was. Kavon tilted his head to nuzzle at Daiyel’s throat and then nipped lightly at his collar bone, still smiling. “You taste better than breakfast anyway,” he murmured.

Maybe he’d never admit it, but Kavon hated it when Daiyel suggested anything was more important than doing something for him. They had a weird, obsessive friendship that he’d never change, but when his friend started being difficult—well, he just had to make sure he got enough of Daiyel’s attention. It wasn’t like he was jealous of whatever-was-more-important-than-making-him-breakfast or anything. Not at all.

Daiyel had expected at the most a little bit of a temper tantrum, and at first, it seemed that he was about to get just that. A smile tugged at his lips, amused with how quickly his friend’s jealousy could be aroused, and didn’t bother to try and tell himself that he didn’t like that Kavon was jealous over the idea of Daiyel thinking something was more important than him to Daiyel. He drawled in response, “Something that I like very much.” He was purposely being vague, trying to see what sort of a response he could wrangle from his friend.

Of course, as always the Halfling managed to surprise Daiyel; he wasn’t at all expecting for Kavon to crawl onto the bed on top of him and position himself in a dominant position to pin Daiyel down, but thinking about it, he probably should have. It was very like Kavon, Daiyel thought with a small smile, to just go ahead and physically get what he wanted. Right now, it appeared that Kavon wanted Daiyel’s attention all to himself. Luckily for them both, Daiyel really hadn’t meant anything by what he’d said, although there was something he’d wanted to do more than feed Kavon.

“Perhaps it was,” he agreed evasively, smiling and watching his friend’s face in the dark, his night vision good as always. He could see Kavon’s smile in the darkness before he leaned in and nuzzled at him, nipping lightly in a way that had Daiyel stifling a sound in his throat, letting it out instead as a heavier than usual breath, ruffling Kavon’s hair. “Do I? But maybe this still isn’t what I wanted to do,” he commented, trying to sound unaffected by the position. This was a fun game, he thought, wondering if he could shift so that Kavon wouldn’t immediately feel Daiyel’s erection if he should decide to lay down atop him. Probably not, he decided. Kavon wasn’t stupid, and he’d realize immediately what Daiyel was trying to do, and that would give up the whole game.

”Maybe it’s not what you wanted to do,” he agreed, ignoring that irritated itch of jealousy in the back of his mind, “but I know it’s what you want to do now.” Kavon was confident that Daiyel would never reject him, since it wasn’t something that happened very often. He leaned down to bite his best friend’s right shoulder and then tilted his head away just enough so he could lick the bite mark he’d made. It made him feel smug to put a temporary claim on him, even if it would fade away before long. He shifted his weight, balancing himself on his two knees and one hand, and ran his right hand down Daiyel’s chest slowly, leaning close to his friend’s face in an attempt to see his expression.

He slid the tip his thumb under the hem of Daiyel’s boxers and lifted his head enough to press a kiss against the right half of his mouth. “What could possibly be more fun than this?” Kavon asked in a soft, husky tone of voice, leaning in to steal another kiss because he knew he could get away with it. He would win the game, frakit, and he’d win it without admitting how angry and jealous he already was!

Daiyel couldn’t deny that. He really did want to, but admitting it out loud would mean that he had lost this game. This was one of the few games that Daiyel felt was worth his attention and effort. One of the few games which Daiyel wanted to win at—or at least put up a good fight. This sort of game, after all, was the sort of game in which even the losers are winners.

Kavon’s teeth closed on the skin of his shoulder and Daiyel couldn’t help the gasp of mingled pain and pleasure; his body squirmed below the half-Zercan, and for a moment he pictured Kavon in his leopard form, biting at him warningly, possessively. In the next instant a warm, calloused hand slid down his chest and Kavon was right in his face, so Daiyel tried to gather himself, to look calm and unaffected in just the expression he knew would irk Kavon, and commented in an idle, apathetic tone of voice—with just a hint of mockery, “Is it really? How do you know what I wanted to do wasn’t more fun..?”

A thumb slid underneath the hem of his boxers and he shivered, the thought of how close Kavon was—without even knowing it!—to his delicate, pretty lace panties making Daiyel further excited. He was pretty sure that he wouldn’t be able to hide his erection much longer. He didn’t have time to reply to Kavon’s question before his friend’s lips were on his. The mutt submitted happily to the kiss, returning it languidly.

He couldn’t help but growl a little with frustration into their kiss, and he broke it much sooner than he would have if Daiyel’s performance hadn’t been getting to him. “What could be more fun than this?” Kavon demanded, unable to keep himself from glaring. Maybe it meant he lost, but he didn’t care anymore. He was too frustrated by the lack of response and threatened by the mysterious thing that was more fun than having sex with him. Nothing was more fun than that, he thought with frustration as he pulled his thumb out from the hemline of Daiyel’s boxers.

Kavon put his hand back on the side of his friend’s shoulder and settled his body on top of Daiyel’s, thinking there wasn’t anything a bit of blatant grinding couldn’t fix. He groaned with surprise when he felt Daiyel’s erection against his leg and semi-hard cock, for a moment unable to do anything but press against him. “Fraking liar,” he whispered in a heated voice when he could finally speak, for some reason both angry and turned on by the deception. Kavon leaned in and bit Daiyel’s lower lip, capturing it between his teeth and licking lightly at it with the tip of his tongue before pulling his mouth away again. “You want it,” he added, pressing his hips against Daiyel’s demandingly, “admit it.”

The frustrated growl into the kiss was one of the hottest things that Daiyel had ever heard. He thought that, of course, about every growl he heard from Kavon (and indeed, about a lot of other sounds Kavon made!) but it didn’t make it any less true. At least, that’s what Daiyel thought. His lips twitched up into a smile in response to Kavon’s glare. Abruptly Kavon’s thumb was out of his boxers and the threat of Kavon discovering his embarrassing choice of under-underwear was averted, followed shortly by Kavon’s weight on his body.

Daiyel echoed Kavon’s groan, though his was in response to the dual pressure and warmth on his own erection and the presence of Kavon’s half-hard length on his. He swallowed, Kavon’s low tone echoing hotly in his mind, making him throb against Kavon. Without thought he lifted a hand to run up Kavon’s back and rake into the hair at the nape of his neck, trying to pull Kavon closer for another kiss, not more teasing. “Want…what, Kavon?” he mumbled against Kavon’s lips, not quite willing to give it up just yet.

It didn’t take very long for his half-hard member to become fully hard, not when he was pressing against Daiyel and watching him try to deny wanting something he was clearly hungry for. He didn’t resist leaning in for the kiss, feeling like Daiyel reaching for him at all was a small victory by itself. “That’s right,” Kavon all but crooned, deliberately keeping his mouth close to his friend’s so he could feel his lips when he spoke, “you want Kavon. Say it.” His voice was huskier by the end of the order and he pressed his mouth down on Daiyel’s before he had a chance to talk. Yes, Kavon wanted him to admit there wasn’t anything better than being with him, but it was hard to keep his hands to himself. It was always a difficult thing to do when he was around Daiyel.

He pulled away before he could give into the desire to slide his tongue into his friend’s mouth, thinking he hadn’t earned it yet. Kavon shifted himself so he was putting some of his weight on his elbows and arms, coincidentally leaving his hands close enough to Daiyel’s head that he could reach out and twine his fingers into his friend’s beautiful hair. He twisted his fingers around it until it was hopelessly entangled, keeping his eyes locked on Daiyel’s eyes while he did it. Even if he couldn’t bring himself to admit it, the gesture was purely possessive—he wasn’t letting him leave for anything, not now and not ever.

[Seneschal]

Daiyel swallowed heavily, kissing him deeply while he could. He didn't think he would ever tire of the feeling of Kavon's mouth against his, or the soft smell which was pleasantly musky, a hint of saffron and something feral which always made something in Daiyel tingle excitedly. Something which made foreign urges well up in Daiyel that he didn't understand, the desire to display himself supplicatingly below Kavon...

But doing so would make him lose the little game, and he didn't want that. The feeling of his sometimes-lover's erection swelling against his thigh and cock was wonderful; he couldn't help arching up and rubbing at him. Then Kavon's mouth was off of him and he whimpered a little, openmouthed and arching up towards the half-Zercan's mouth, hoping to recapture his lips. It actually took him a minute before he comprehended what Kavon wanted him to say, and he drew back a little. He couldn't lose, and so he licked his lips and opened them to reply but couldn't. It was cut off by Kavon's mouth; he made a sound into the kiss, fisting that hand which had been on his back in his hair, trying to hold him close. He couldn't though, because Kavon was and always had been physically stronger.

Daiyel didn't actually remember when he'd closed his eyes, but he opened them after the too-short kiss ended, brows furrowing with displeasure. "What'cha gonna do if I don't..?"

[Monsteralienbear]

There was nothing more erotic than watching Daiyel arch his body after him to try to continue the kiss. It made Kavon smirk just the tiniest bit, even if it was hard to hold the expression with everything else his best friend was doing to him. He had to take a moment just to breathe before he could respond to the mutt’s challenging question—it was getting harder and harder to keep himself from giving up and ravishing Daiyel anyway, but he didn’t want to lose the game. In a way, not losing was more important than getting action, but that was probably because he was all but guaranteed to have sex at this point.

“Nothing at all,” he said, his voice huskier than it’d been earlier. And even if it was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do, Kavon somehow found the self control to push his body back up and pull his hips away from Daiyel’s. He gazed down at his best friend, settled on his knees so there was no physical contact between their bodies, and gave him as cocky of a look as he could muster up. But his need to touch and kiss and possess Daiyel was only getting stronger the longer they weren’t pressed together, and he wasn’t sure he could hold out long enough to win.

At the moment, he almost didn’t care.

Daiyel couldn’t help it—his jaw dropped when Kavon told him ‘nothing at all’ and then backed it up by pulling away so they weren’t touching, on his knees and looking down at Daiyel with that goddamn cocky expression like he actually would if Daiyel didn’t do what he wanted. Kavon was too good at acting for his own good, and the mutt couldn’t help his immediate welling of jealousy and unhappiness and hurt. It was a stupid response, he knew logically, because Kavon’s voice told him with no room for doubt that the half-Zercan had no intentions of leaving Daiyel hanging, and he knew intellectually that his best friend was just playing their game, but…

…but he couldn’t help it. So he had to take a moment to force a negligent smile onto his face, forced himself to relax. “That’s okay,” he said after a moment. “I can just have my fun…” As he said it, he trailed a hand down his own chest and stomach slowly to the hem of his underwear. Giving the man a coy, teasing look, Daiyel fiddled with the hem of the black boxers for a moment longer before he slipped his hand inside, and under the thinner, softer lace below those, curling his hand around himself. He gave a slow stroke from base to tip and permitted a long, quiet sound not unlike a moan. The motion would be easily identifiable under the thin cloth; there could be no doubts as to what he was doing with his hand under there.

He didn’t know how to react when Daiyel said it was alright that he wasn’t going to do anything. Kavon watched with a mixture of frustration and something else as Daiyel ran his hand down his chest and stomach, desperately wanting it to be his hand and oddly jealous that it wasn’t. He made a noise when his friend’s hand paused at the boxers, wanting him to both stop and continue—Kavon was already sure he’d lost their game, but he was determined to hold out for as long as he could.

His self control snapped the moment he heard Daiyel moan. “No,” Kavon snarled, not bothering to think through the sudden burst of jealousy and anger and possessiveness, “no.” He grabbed his friend’s hand by the arm and yanked it out of his boxers, almost glowering as he tried to pin Daiyel’s hand against the bed. Kavon reached out to run his free hand down his best friend’s chest and stomach, intentionally mirroring the path Daiyel’s hand had taken only a few seconds ago. He took a moment to marvel at his green skin and appreciate the way it felt under his rougher hands—Kavon almost wanted to claw his way down his chest, so everyone would know who Daiyel belonged to, but he resisted because he didn’t want to hurt him. That was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

“Mine,” he muttered, slashing a glance up his best friend’s body so he could stare him in the eye. Kavon was still looking at him as slid his hand over his boxers to cup his cock through the material, and he squeezed his hand slightly without breaking eye contact. Somehow, losing their game didn’t feel like losing at all.

His gaze was heated and dark as he met Kavon’s eyes while touching himself. It wasn’t something he’d done before, but there was some new bravado which had him doing this. It was…hot. He thought, he liked having his friend’s eyes on him while he touched himself. Suddenly, masturbation wasn’t so boring anymore. Suddenly his skin tingled and heat curled in his gut like it wasn’t even his own hand on himself. He wanted to shudder, licked his lips at the dark look on Kavon’s face. His friend looked caught between rage and arousal; Daiyel thought it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life.

Then Kavon was snarling, snatching Daiyel’s hand and yanking it out of his underwear rapidly and Daiyel could only stare up at his anger with wide eyes, breathless in the face of it. His mouth went dry when Kavon held his hand down by the wrist to the bed and imitated what Daiyel had done just moments before. Oh god, he thought hazily, shuddering under the touch and staring up at Kavon like he’d never seen him before. Why did it always feel like the first time, he wondered?

’Mine,’ he heard and then he met Kavon’s eyes; he gasped and started, his dick throbbing hotly under the man’s hand. Daiyel was hard-pressed not to squirm. Inwardly he was almost gleeful over how worked up he’d gotten Kavon, and he wondered, eyes fever-bright, if he dared to push Kavon any further. Something dark and feral and wild inside him hissed that yes, yes, we should push further, make him angry, see him…

The squeeze brought him out of it with a gasp and Daiyel closed his eyes as he squirmed. “Y-yours,” he managed to gasp, not sure if he was asking it or saying it. It came out as a squeak somewhere in between an agreement and question.

He was soothed enough by Daiyel’s agreement that he was his that he let go of his captured wrist, but he was still almost glaring when he leaned in for a heatedly possessive kiss. This time, Kavon wasn’t shy about pushing his tongue into his friend’s mouth, thinking only that he wanted to own and possess him in every possible way. He pulled his hand away from Daiyel’s cock at the same time he pulled out of their kiss, but only so he could wriggle down the bed and support his own weight as he pressed his lips against the mutt’s collarbone.

Kavon glanced up at Daiyel’s face as he was pressing kisses further down his chest, silently warning him not to try to move or get away. He was confident escape was the last thing on his mind, but sometimes his best friend could be much too stubborn; it bothered Kavon how easily he seemed to win their encounters, since it sometimes made him wonder if he was less affected by them than he was. Kavon bit Daiyel’s right nipple in response to the thought and looked up at his best friend again, his expression leaving no doubt that he was still jealous. He sort of wanted to hear him admit he was his again, but Kavon found it was hard to find the voice to demand for it. Instead, he licked Daiyel’s nipple almost apologetically and pressed a few more kisses down his stomach, impatient to get his friend’s boxers off so he could really make him his.

If Daiyel could focus on anything but him when he had his mouth on his cock, Kavon didn’t want to know about it.

Judging by the look in Kavon’s eyes, Daiyel knew better than to take this game any further than he had already, and he groaned into the kiss, yanking him closer with a hand at the back of Kavon’s neck. His grasp was tight, desperate; as possessive as Kavon’s in his own way. Daiyel kissed Kavon with abandon, tangling tongues together slickly. When they parted it was almost a double blow to the mutt and he groaned lowly in protest, frowning up at his friend in dissatisfaction. “Kavon,” he protested grouchily. He wanted to touch and be touched more.

Kavon didn’t disappoint. Kavon rarely disappointed, especially in this area, though, and Daiyel grinned at the thought as Kavon’s mouth touched his collarbone and kissed down his chest. He watched, eyes dark. The sight of the man leaning low over him, kissing slowly down his chest with that possessive look was incredibly erotic, especially when Kavon looked up at him. Caught staring, his breath hitched in response to the dark look of warning Kavon shot him; another shocking thrill of arousal made him shiver, hair standing on end briefly. Again Daiyel pictured Kavon’s leopard form, leant over him fiercely as if about to eat him up.

A sharp bite to his nipple made Daiyel gasp and arch his back up towards the young man’s mouth, as though the submission would somehow make the sharpness of his teeth disappear. The slight pain felt good though, and the nipple was pebbled under Kavon’s slightly rough tongue. He met Kavon’s eyes and swallowed, unable to look away from the Zercan’s descent down his chest.

He raked his teeth over Daiyel’s belly button, unable to resist the impulse to further mark Daiyel as his. Kavon sometimes wondered what it’d be like if he could convince his best friend to tattoo his name somewhere on his body; it was a particularly pleasing thought at the moment, since there’d be no doubt who he belonged to, then. He kissed the small patch of skin just above the waistband of Daiyel’s boxers and licked his lips, fully anticipating reclaiming him. But before he could do that, Daiyel’s boxers had to come off.

He scrambled into a sitting position and reached for the hemline of his boxers, yanking it down more roughly than usual—Kavon had expected to immediately see his best friend’s light green body, but his greedy eyes were met with black lace instead. He groaned, inexplicably turned on by the discovery, and reached out to touch Daiyel’s cock through his panties. “You’re full of surprises this morning,” Kavon said while slowly rubbing his hand up and down his length, unable to tear his eyes away.

Usually he made fun of Daiyel for wearing something so feminine, but he’d always secretly thought it was sexy—mostly because it was Daiyel and his friend was always sexy, but also because of unexpected moments like this. It was almost like unwrapping a present only to find another layer of wrapping paper, and it somehow made getting his best friend undressed even more exciting.

He sucked his stomach in and squirmed ticklishly under the attention on his bellybutton, unable to resist smiling. "Kavon," he protested lightly, smiling down at his friend and curling his fingers through his friend’s light hair. It was soft where most of Kavon was hard. He was all hard; long lines of lean muscle, sharp angles, rough calluses. Soft hair, though. Soft hair, and soft skin, and soft eyes—when it really counted. Daiyel loved it when Kavon’s eyes softened for him. He liked to imagine that it was for Daiyel and Daiyel alone that Kavon softened. It was a silly pipe dream, he knew, because someday Kavon would find his special someone and then he’d only have eyes for them, but…Daiyel comforted himself with the thought that right now, he was Kavon’s, and Kavon only was soft and gentle like this for him.

No one else. Daiyel knew that he was irrevocably, permanently Kavon’s…and he wished that Kavon could be his, too.

But all that was thrust from his mind when Kavon shot to his knees suddenly and yanked his boxers down roughly like he thought he’d find resistance. Daiyel couldn’t help the way he gasped and moved his hands to hide the panties, expecting teasing; his cheeks suffused with color, and he glanced away, shy suddenly. Kavon shocked him though by touching him and making no teasing comment. The touch to his still clothed cock had him squirming a little, and he glanced up at Kavon uncertainly.

Kavon hesitated when he realized just how shy Daiyel was acting. He pulled his hand away from his cock and slid it down his right thigh with a small frown on his face, unsure how to make things better again. “Don’t look at me like that,” he said in a quiet tone of voice, leaning in to press a brief kiss against Daiyel’s lips. “I think they’re sexy,” Kavon whispered and immediately pressed another kiss to his mouth because he couldn’t stop himself. He’d never been good at saying no to anything even remotely related to Daiyel, though, so he wasn’t exactly surprised.

“But I want them off,” he added, sliding a hand up and down Daiyel’s right side slowly. “Can I take them off?” Kavon didn’t know why, but he wanted permission. He sometimes needed to hear that Daiyel needed him because it was hard to believe he did; he was so self sufficient and independent. Of everyone on The Freedman, Daiyel was the only one Kavon thought could survive without him constantly interfering. He did it anyway, though, because Daiyel was the only person he couldn’t live without.

It’d always been that way, though, and he didn’t want to think about the possibility of losing his best friend. Instead, he pushed his body back up and reached for the panties, but he hesitated before actually touching them and looked at Daiyel instead. “Do you want me to?” He asked, mostly because he needed to hear that he did.

[Seneschal]

The tension ran from the mutt like water off a duck’s back. Kavon, he thought with sudden delight and affection and something deep and warm and serious that he didn’t want to examine too closely, was so amazingly, wonderfully sensitive and sincere and earnest. He was so loud normally, and yet when it counted, he really was sensitive to others’ feelings and needs, and immediately seemed to know what Daiyel needed. Still feeling shy and embarrassed he smiled up against the kiss and licked his lips after. More heat flooded his face when Kavon told him he thought they were sexy, but this time it was mingled pleasure and embarrassment. “Really?” he asked, his voice soft.

Kavon’s hand sliding up and down his side was soothing, as Daiyel was pretty certain that it was meant to be. That was fine though, and he chuckled a bit at Kavon’s eagerness. Of course Kavon could take them off; Daiyel didn’t think he’d ever want to tell his friend no, at least not about something like that. Kavon didn’t ever need permission—but maybe it would be a good idea not to let his captain know that. So, Daiyel just smiled at Kavon and raised his hands to press them to the backs of Kavon’s. “No,” he said.

And then, smiling into the ringing silence in the aftermath of the statement, he followed it up with, “I want to.” With that, Daiyel lifted his hips and, hands still over Kavon’s, he manipulated Kavon’s hands into tugging the lacey things down slowly over his hips, dragging them over his skin until finally his erection came out from under the cloth, bobbing up against his belly. Still a bit embarrassed, but excited, Daiyel smiled up at him and murmured, “Better, Kavon?”

[Monsteralienbear]

Kavon’s face froze when Daiyel told him no. His initial response was so shocked that he couldn’t actually reply—which was probably a good thing, since the next moment his best friend was helping him remove the panties. “You can be a real ass,” he said, but there was an oddly fond smile on his face when he said it and he just shook his head when Daiyel asked if he was better. “Everything’s better when you’re naked,” he replied with a cheeky grin. And maybe it was true, Kavon thought as he ran his eyes down his best friend’s body, wondering how it could look new and familiar at the same time. “But that doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you for saying no to me,” he added, trying and failing not to grin as he leaned in to press a quick, teasing kiss against Daiyel’s mouth.

Kavon pulled away slowly and licked his lips, studying his friend’s face as he ran his right hand down the inside of Daiyel’s right thigh. “There’s nothing better than this,” he said, glancing at Daiyel for confirmation. Sometimes it was hard to know for sure when their fights were real or when they were just games, and there was still that lingering doubt that said he cared more because he’d lost the game. Had it even been a game, he wondered, or was that just another misunderstanding between them? Kavon shook his head, not wanting to think or talk about it anymore, and slowly ran his right hand up Daiyel’s belly, deliberately not touching his cock.

Daiyel actually laughed when he saw Kavon’s expression. It was mean, maybe, but he still couldn’t help it. Poor Kavon was so gullible and adorable! He wanted to pull Kavon close and kiss him and tell him that he didn’t mean it like that. He chuckled, murmuring, “I know. I’m sorry.” Well, a little, maybe. It was hard to seriously feel bad about it when Kavon was just so…so…

So Kavon. What else could Daiyel really say about him? He smiled up at the man. “I don’t blame you.” He chuckled softly. Amused, he tried to pull Kavon down to keep him longer. It didn’t work, but he thought it was worth the try anyways. Kavon’s tongue darted out and kicked his lips; Daiyel couldn’t help but look down and follow the motion with his eyes, absently licking his own lips. “Yeah,” he agreed huskily, reaching up to pull him down, groaning softly when Kavon didn’t touch him. “God, K’von, don’t tease me,” he pleaded, voice low and husky.

“Why not?” He asked, giving Daiyel a rebellious look. He couldn’t keep himself from leaning in for another kiss for long. Perhaps if Kavon had been better at saying no he could have continued teasing, but he was having a hard enough time as it was not just ravishing his friend. His cock was aching in his boxers and he was hungry to get his hands and mouth all over Daiyel—thus, waiting was no longer an option. He slid his tongue into the mutt’s mouth, shifting his weight enough so he could get a hand between Daiyel’s legs and wrap his fingers securely around his dick.

Kavon pulled out of their kiss a few seconds later, too distracted with wanting to touch his friend to continue kissing him. “F-frak, Daiyel,” he whispered, unable to keep himself from saying something in the sudden silence.

The mutt chuckled softly. He’d lost track of what they were really discussing, honestly. “I don’t know,” he said, hoping it would be enough. “More kissing, less talking,” he mumbled and dragged Kavon down and kissed him fiercely, with more energy and insistence than before, challenging the Zercan’s authority. He liked pushing Kavon. Liked seeing how he would react if Daiyel didn’t submit, if Daiyel purposely pushed at his inner animal until it was roused and angry. It was hot.

Dai groaned into Kavon’s mouth when Kavon’s hand grabbed his erection and he let his head fall back to pant heavily, groaning. “’Von, you’re so…I wanna…” He reached up and grabbed at him, one hand sliding into his boxers feverishly, fingers curling around his base and squeezing gently.

Kavon was always willing to struggle for dominance. In a way, he liked how Daiyel kept challenging him—it kept things interesting and made him stay on his toes whenever they were together. There was nothing about their relationship he would change anyway, since there was no way to tell how changing it would affect the way they felt about each other. Though it wasn’t something he was comfortable saying out loud, Daiyel was the only person Kavon had ever been afraid of losing. Everyone else was expendable, replaceable, but he knew no matter how large and seemingly endless the universe was, there was no one in it who could replace what Daiyel meant to him. He kissed him back, perhaps being rougher than he should have been because he was attempting to match and then overcome his friend’s ferocity.

He leaned in after Daiyel when he pulled away, intent on continuing their kiss, but Kavon reluctantly backed off when he started talking. “I’m so…what?” He asked, his voice going a bit higher in the end because it was only then that he realized where his friend’s hand was going. Kavon pressed his teeth into Daiyel’s shoulder when he squeezed his cock, intentionally mirroring the action on his friend’s cock and upping the ante by sliding his hand up his member. “Sexy?” He suggested with a grin, “amazing? Perfect?” Kavon leaned forward to kiss Daiyel’s lower lip, unable to resist. It was just too much fun to kiss him, even if he was having a hard time doing anything but focusing on his and Daiyel’s hands.

Maybe Daiyel didn’t know what he’d actually do if Kavon ever let him have dominance, but it was fun to just fight it, to watch Kavon’s reaction. Maybe one day he would win, and then he would figure out when it happened what he would do about it. The day would come eventually he thought, but until then Daiyel was fine with this. This was more than a little fun, anyways.

Daiyel blinked as his friend started completing his sentences, and smiled slightly, murmuring (knowing all the while that it would only make the other unbearable for a little while!) to him, “Yeah, all of those.” He felt that, too. All of it. He was feeling a bit sappy right now, but Daiyel blamed the hormones. From sex and all. Yeah, that made him feel a little less pathetic, anyways.

Kavon’s hand moved on him and he gasped and arched, moaning into Kavon’s lips and he mimicked the motion, rubbing the head of Kavon’s erection with his thumb firmly. “Mm, you just gonna tease?”

He smirked with pleasant surprise when Daiyel agreed with him, unable to help or ignore that little flare of pleasure in his stomach that popped up in response to the praise. Or maybe that was from what his friend’s hand was doing to his cock, Kavon thought when he felt Daiyel’s thumb rub against his cock’s head. He moaned and arched his hips into his friend’s hand, having to take a few seconds before he could remember how to talk again. “I was going to just tease,” he finally said, “but now…frak, Daiyel. You’re so sexy and…and..” he shook his head and leaned in to kiss his friend, feeling uncomfortable by what he was saying but also a weird impulse to say it.

Sometimes, Kavon looked at Daiyel and couldn’t help but think he loved him, even if he’d never have the courage to admit it out loud. He began rubbing his hand up and down his friend’s cock steadily, adjusting the pressure and speed with which he rubbed him in response to Daiyel’s reactions. He’d been giving him handjobs for a long time and was confident in his ability to read his friend, but he didn’t want to take it too far. Kavon wanted to make Daiyel writhe and moan beneath him for quite a while longer and he had no intention of letting him off with just a handjob.

[Seneschal]

The motions Kavon made as he arched forward into Daiyel’s hand and thrust against him were incredibly erotic, and when combined with the sound that the half-Zercan made as he did so it was nearly enough to make Daiyel lose it right then and there. He stifled a groan as best he could, squeezing more tightly and repeating the motion of his thumb against Kavon’s head, scraping his thumb nail gently over the leaking slit. Kavon’s words were broken and breathless. Seeing the usually calm and confident man like this was nothing more than a victory, but not the conquest kind of victory. Daiyel didn’t really know how to explain what he meant, but he knew that this was the kind of victory where everyone wins.

“I want you,” he mumbled between kissed, lips still against Kavon’s, “Want you now, K’von. I-“ Kavon’s hand moved against his cock now and he keened very softly with his chin tipped up and mouth open just slightly, breathlessly taking shallow, rapid breaths and fumbling to match Kavon’s pace. Half the time Kavon left Daiyel feeling like an awkward youth, still learning all about how to do things, what to do, where things went. He didn’t know how or why, but something about being with Kavon always made him this way.

He was never this clumsy or desperate with his other sex partners (never repeated, and never with anyone he knew) he knew, and it was sometimes embarrassing at how he could fumble with Kavon like a teenage boy. Gasping and shuddering under Kavon’s ministrations, he was almost convinced that the other was some kind of expert. “You don’t have a clue,” he managed, looking up at him with bright eyes. “no clue what you do to me.”

[Monsteralienbear]

Maybe it didn’t mean anything—or maybe it shouldn’t have—but Kavon felt oddly smug when Daiyel said he wanted him. It was more erotic and enticing than his thumb rubbing the head of his cock, even if that made him gasp and moan and arch up against him because he wanted more. He could never get enough of his best friend. “I’m here,” he replied, watching Daiyel’s face avidly as he rubbed his hand up and down his erection.

It was hard to concentrate on anything for long, though. Daiyel’s hand on his cock was going to drive him mad or to the brink of orgasm, whichever happened first, but he didn’t want it to end. He bit his lower lip to stifle his whimpers and moans and closed his eyes, needing to block out the world so he could concentrate on how it felt to touch and be touched by his best friend. Kavon opened his eyes again when Daiyel started talking, meeting his eyes and wondering what he did to him and how he did it without even trying. “I want to know,” he replied, leaning in for a spontaneous kiss, “but only if it’s good. I only want to do good things to you,” Kavon said solemnly and kissed Daiyel again, unable to stop himself.

He had such a hard time stopping himself when Daiyel was concerned. “I want…” Kavon trailed off and glanced around his dark room, but he didn’t have any readily available lube or condoms or anything that would prolong the experience. The only way to prolong it was to stop touching Daiyel’s cock, and he really didn’t want to do that. “You,” he finally finished, “I want you, too.” And he kissed Daiyel again, still rubbing his hand up and down his cock in varying speeds and intensity because it was too hard to stop.

[Seneschal]

Later that day found the Freedman docking up with the station that Kavon liked so well; while the hustle and bustle that accompanied that process went on, Daiyel was notably absent—not, of course, that it was unusual for him to be absent whenever there was work to be had. Au contraire; that was often the main point of contention between the part-fae and his best friend, in fact. Daiyel knew that sometimes the other crew members talked bad about him behind his back for it but he didn’t really care. Sometimes they said things like that directly to his face, although he wouldn’t tell that to Kavon, because he knew his friend would overreact and kick them out. While it would prevent anyone from mocking Daiyel to his face, Daiyel also knew that it would only make the problem worse; the ones left would resent both Daiyel and Kavon for it, and that, he knew, could resort in bad coordination during ‘jobs’, and worse still, it might result in a mutiny.

Daiyel didn’t want that; not only would it be highly troublesome, but it would also probably result in Kavon getting hurt. He frowned at the thought, and hurried himself at getting ready. He’d gone back to his rooms after the encounter between himself and Kavon earlier, still soiled to shower; now that he was out he was hopping on one leg, trying to get his socks on as quickly as possible. A yelp, fall, one loud curse and several quiet thumps and soft oaths later, Daiyel was fully dressed and ready for a day out at the station.

He went out in the hall to meet up with Kavon, offering a lazy smile. “Yo,” he greeted. “Ready to go?” Slouching, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his snug jeans and assumed the most comfortable position he could. He had taken the time to bring some money with himself, because he’d heard the news of a certain shop having recently gotten in some rather rare goods lately, and he definitely wanted to check it out. Sure, it would be expensive and mostly useless, but Daiyel figured that, as a successful pirate with enough money saved up to fill his bath tub, he could afford to waste some on frivolous things.

As they walked down the shopping district of the station, Daiyel ambled at his usual slow, lazy pace—one he knew could sometimes irritate Kavon. Today though, Daiyel was window shopping in earnest; he went into a few shops several times, giving Kavon little warning before just turning around and walking in as though he owned the place. After his first purchase he turned to Kavon with a sweet smile—not entirely faked, but sickeningly sweet; the fluttered lashes were a bit overboard, perhaps, but Daiyel had fun at it. He lifted the bag, offering it to Kavon while giving him the smile, and fully expecting to be called lazy and told to carry his own bags. With a smile, of course!

[Monsteralienbear]

The steering controls were smooth and steady in his hands, but not so smooth that he couldn’t feel the gentle rumble of his ship’s heartbeat. Kavon had fallen in love with its steady purr the first time he’d heard it; steering The Freedman through space was as addictive as any drug, and it was something he’d never been good at giving up. Maybe it wasn’t customary for a captain to also be one of the ship’s navigators, but Kavon didn’t care. He did both jobs well and had another guy who took the controls when he had to be elsewhere, and that was all that mattered.

He was pleased enough with Daiyel and life in general that he didn’t notice that his best friend was missing. Kavon could get lost in space, if left to his own devices long enough—they were all lucky it was a short trip to the space station, since he was a spontaneous flier and had a nasty habit of straying off course when his best friend wasn’t there to keep him in line. None of the other crew members would question him about it because none of them could get away with it. Kavon didn’t take criticism well from Daiyel, so it was laughable to think he’d accept it from anybody else.

Once The Freedman was safely landed on the station, Kavon let some of the other crewmates take care of the docking procedures. He wanted to shower before going out with Daiyel, even if he pretended it wasn’t because he was going out with Daiyel. They were just friends, fuck buddies, and even if he was the most important person in his life—well, that didn’t mean anything. He spent more than enough time primping in the mirror, but it most definitely wasn’t because he wanted to impress his best friend. Really, it wasn’t.

But even with all of the time he spent fussing over his blonde hair and clothes, he got out of his room before Daiyel did. Not that he was surprised; Kavon was familiar with how lazy his best friend could be. It was maddening, sometimes. He leaned against a wall with a dramatic sigh, resting one hand in the back pocket of his favorite pair of jeans. They were fairly faded and well worn—there was a hole on his right knee and a small tear near his groin—but otherwise simple and comfortable. Kavon sort of thought the rip on his groin was sexy, even if he had no idea how it’d gotten there.

When Daiyel finally showed up and took up the lead, he had to resist the urge to grab him by the wrist and yank him forward. Kavon suspected he was walking so slow to annoy him, though, so he kept himself from doing anything more outrageous than shooting him a dirty look every couple of slow steps forward. He was almost relieved when they walked into the first store, even if it didn’t have anything in it he was interested in. Kavon was less relieved when Daiyel veered in and out of the stores without warning—it was impossible to keep up with him, and he was reduced to grumbling under his breath when his friend finally found something worthy of buying.

“No,” he replied when Daiyel offered him the shopping bag, “nuh uh, no way. I don’t think so.” Kavon was all but glaring at that point, and he wasn’t far from that. “Carry your own frakking bags!” He said, half because he sort of liked fighting with Daiyel and half because he really was irritated. “Walking around and going in and out of places without warning. Acting like I’m just supposed to follow you around all day. Just you wait! The first bar I see, I’m gone!” Kavon wasn’t being serious, of course—he’d follow Daiyel all over the space station, even if it meant he didn’t get one sip of alcohol their entire visit—but he liked to make threats he couldn’t keep. It made him feel less dependent on Daiyel.

[Seneschal]

It was obvious that Daiyel’s antics were getting on Kavon’s nerves, and he grinned a bit as he watched his friend’s face redden in irritation. Instead of smiling the way he wanted to in response to the way Kavon was very close to glaring as he suddenly went off at Daiyel, refusing to hold his bags. Instead, Daiyel pulled out his secret weapon; The Pout. Wide eyes glistening with artfully conjured tears, a slightly astonished and hurt expression, and a slightly wobbly lower lip. He made it worse with the soft tremor to his voice, managing to sound wounded. “N-no..? But, Kavon…” He cast his gaze down and to the side, appearing to be truly upset. “But, Kavon…I wanted…” He trailed off, watching Kavon from the corner of his eye as he let his shoulders slump, hair dangling in his face. Hopefully, the twitching of his lips would be misconstrued to be unhappy, rather than a suppressed grin.

[Monsteralienbear]

The wide, glistening eyes and the quivering voice didn’t soften Kavon. If anything, it only pissed him off more—what did Daiyel think he was, a frakking idiot? They’d been through hell and high water together and he was supposed to believe his best friend’s feelings were hurt because he wouldn’t carry his bags? “I don’t frakking care what you wanted, Daiyel,” he snapped, wondering why he’d agreed to follow his friend around in the first place. There were bars he could be going to and people who wouldn’t be blatantly trying to manipulate him that he could be talking to. “Man the frak up and carry your own damned bags. I’m going to get a drink.” Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Kavon strode off. It was less that he was angry and more that he was irritated; they didn’t get a lot of time to play outside of the spaceship, not with the schedule he insisted they keep, and he let his friend waste his time on stupid frakking shopping and please carry my bags? Kavon snorted and shook his head with disgust, turning a sharp corner down a familiar street and increasing his pace. Maybe it was pathetic, but his mood brightened considerably when he saw The Broken Casket, which was a rather popular bar with (what he thought were) hilariously named drinks.

[Seneschal]

The act was dropped immediately when he realized he’d crossed the line and actually made Kavon angry. He didn’t snap back, even though he could feel his temper beginning to stir; he hadn’t meant to anger his friend, and under his own indignation and irritation over what Kavon had said, he recognized that Kavon was in the right, even if Daiyel had meant it mostly as playful banter. He suppressed the urge to say as such, though, because he had the feeling that to do so would only irritate his friend further right now.

Instead, he stood silently and watched Kavon walk away, his own irritation draining away rapidly in the absence of his friend. When Kavon was out of sight, he sighed and sagged, as though someone had let all his air out. He let his face fall to the customary neutral expression which was his default expression when not around Kavon. It was, honestly, difficult to really get worked up about anything that didn’t involve Kavon; why should he laugh at something if Kavon wasn’t there to share it with, and why should he get upset about something which didn’t involve Kavon? It just wasn’t worth the effort.

Daiyel slowly walked out of the store, making his way down the street without interest, managing to look as though nothing and nobody in the whole world mattered to him in the slightest. At the moment, it didn’t—except Kavon, of course. It took him longer than usual to get to the store he had planned on going to, but suddenly it wasn’t as exciting as he had thought it would be. He wished Kavon was there with him, even though he knew it would be better to give Kavon some space to calm down. He knew Kavon liked going to bars and getting drunk and having a good time. Daiyel knew it, but didn’t really understand. He didn’t enjoy it the way that Kavon did; Kavon, he thought, enjoyed it for the sake of doing it; he enjoyed it no matter what. For Daiyel, the experience was only a pleasant one if it was a night spent in the company of his best friend.

He went into the shop and requested the required goods; he was lead to the back room and allowed to look around. Daiyel’s mood—which had been dismally low prior to this moment—brightened slightly as he ran his hands through the furs. Oily and coarse here, thick and lush there, infinitely soft, silky…the textures and colors were endless, and Daiyel knew right then and there that he would overspend. He didn’t even bother to feel guilty over it. He’d pissed off Kavon. Kavon was angry at him. Daiyel figured he deserved some self-pity induced buying. Something like how some people like to eat when they’re sad, or like to exercise when they’re sad. Daiyel liked to buy when he was sad.

So he bought enough that he knew his arms would ache by the time he got back to the ship, but it would be worth it. He didn’t bother to try moving fast on his way back to the Freedman, trying not to look towards the location of the bar he was fairly certain that Kavon would be in right now. Enjoying himself, and probably enjoying the barmaids, too, Daiyel thought morosely, unable to even work up resentment for the barmaids. It was only his own fault, after all. Sighing, he went into the empty ship to his own room and dropped the bags onto the floor, staring at his still made bed, cold and empty for a long, contemplative moment. Was it even worth it to go back out? What if Kavon stayed angry at him? He didn’t really want to consider it, but…but it could happen. Did Daiyel really want to go back to the bar and watch Kavon flirting and drinking with other people? Watch him leave with someone else at the end of the night?

His mood dropped, but Daiyel sighed and turned to leave the ship, knowing that as much as he didn’t want to, he couldn’t not go. After all; what if something happened while Kavon was drunk, and he needed some help? Daiyel had to be there. He paused to stick a gun and a few knives into his belt and boots before leaving; now he walked with a purpose, not lazily at all. His pace slowed considerably as he walked into The Broken Casket and looked around cautiously for the distinctive sight of his best friend.

[Monsteralienbear]

He’d thought the bar was going to be fun. It was loud and colorful and bright and exciting and already filled with people, even if the day wasn’t even over yet. But though Kavon had walked in feeling lighter and happier, the experience just wasn’t the same with Daiyel off who-knew-where doing he-shouldn’t-care-what. But of course he cared, he always frakking cared, and he wasn’t even tempted to snatch the hat off a guy’s head as he walked by him on his way to an empty stool at the bar.

The Broken Casket was not what anyone would call tastefully decorated. Its walls were painted with a mural of zombie-skeletons descending on a city of people in loud neon colors, but almost everything else in the place was shiny black. The tables and chairs, the DJ booth, the bar—only the small dance floor in the middle of the room wasn’t black, and its color changed from an eye-blinding neon yellow to a somber blood red. All in all, it was a weird place that attracted weird people, but Kavon liked it because he liked meeting new people. They were interesting, and they weren’t going to start jerking him around just because they could. Not that he’d ever let a stranger (or anyone but Daiyel, if he was being honest) jerk him around, but that didn’t matter. The point was, they weren’t going to try.

“Gimme a Dead Virgin,” he said when the bartender finally turned his way. He was a tall, attractive guy who looked harried—the patrons kept flirting with him and offering to buy him drinks, and it was obvious he wasn’t used to the attention. Kavon grinned, amused by the flustered expression on his face, and turned to survey the rest of the people in the bar. There were two guys a few stools down who were giving the bartender a hard time and a couple nestled in the far end of the bar being…romantic. He made a face and turned to look at the seating area, which was populated by what looked like a group of teenagers. Nothing terribly interesting, even if he did think the mohawk one of the kids had was pretty cool. Maybe he should do something radical and exciting with his hair, he thought as he looked out toward the dance floor, something that would surprise everyone. Even Daiyel.

There was already a decent sized crowd grinding and bumping against one another to the fast paced beat the DJ was playing, but the music just wasn’t doing it for Kavon. He shrugged a shoulder and turned back to the bar just as the bartender was setting down his cherry red drink. “Thanks,” he said, sliding him money for the drink and picking it up to take his first few sips. Kavon saw Daiyel walk in by chance, and when he saw him, he hesitated. Though he wanted to be around him, he was still sort of irritated and it was easier to feel angry at him when they were in the same room. As long as he could still see Daiyel, he didn’t have to call out to him or say anything at all. With that in mind, he deliberately turned back to the bar and took another large gulp of his Dead Virgin.

[Seneschal]

Finding Kavon wasn’t hard in such a small place, with such a small crowd. Already Daiyel knew he would be leaving tonight with a headache, though. The flashing light of the dance floor and the pounding music was making a dull pressure settle behind his eyes; he didn’t wince, but he wanted to, in response to it. He did wince, however, when he locked eyes with Kavon across the room and watched as Kavon deliberately turned his back to Daiyel, back to the counter top to continue drinking. He winced, because he knew it meant that Kavon was still angry, and Daiyel knew that he didn’t dare approach Kavon with the man in such a mood.

Daiyel sighed softly and all but slunk further into the building, hugging the walls and settled into an empty booth against the wall without bothering to pause and order himself a drink. He wasn’t much in the mood for a drink; he could wait until later before bothering to get one. Daiyel sat there, trying not to be too obvious about the fact that he was watching Kavon, sulking in a dark corner of the room like some kind of freaky stalker. It was only when things began picking up and the bar got more busy that he finally got up and went to the bar, making sure to push his way into the middle of a group of people—he ordered a shot glass and an entire bottle of whiskey, his drink of choice, and took the lot back to his table after paying. He didn’t want to bother getting up to go back and forth for his drinks, after all, and he could always take the bottle back to the ship and stow it away for desperate times.

He sank back into his seat with a sigh and poured his first shot. Daiyel grimaced as the alcohol burned its way down, but that faded to a pleasant warmth after the third—or fourth?—shot. He slowed down then, and looked back at Kavon; somehow, he could always tell where the man was in the bar, even as crowded as it was getting. It was something he’d always been able to do; like a strange sixth sense, a radar that only registered Kavon.

Daiyel liked to pretend it wasn’t abnormal.

[Monsteralienbear]

Kavon liked all of the fruity, girly drinks that were served at The Broken Casket. Even though he’d been drinking there for years, he still hadn’t tried every different flavor combination that was offered—mostly because they kept adding new ones. He thought it was exciting to order a drink he’d never heard of before. Kavon sometimes wanted to ask questions, like how they got a drink to look or taste a certain way, but he was usually too drunk to get his mind around the words when he started thinking about it. He was thinking about it now, but only because he was trying not to think of where Daiyel had gone and why he wasn’t sitting next to him. There was a stool open, he’d made sure to keep the frakking stool open, but he didn’t come to claim it.

Eventually, he let a pretty girl with bright green eyes and a pleasant smile have the seat, but it wasn’t the same. Her name was Selan and she was a law student on vacation—the space station was just one spot of many she was planning to make in their section of the galaxy. She said a lot of other useless things too, but Kavon tuned out when she started telling him about her childhood pets and describing the ways they had died. He even looked away, clearly indicating his disinterest, and eventually she got up and went to find someone else to torture.

Kavon was thankful and only more restless by the encounter. He doubted the rest of his Dead Virgin, licked his lips, and ordered a Weeping Widow. He didn’t know why, but the name of the drink appealed to him. The bartender smiled at him when he gave him the drink, but Kavon didn’t smile back. He didn’t even notice.

He was halfway through his third drink when he got fed up with waiting for Daiyel to come sit with him. Not that he could have, anymore—the bar was too full for anyone to save anything, and he’d stopped trying to keep a space free for his friend. When the fifth person knocked into him, Kavon decided he was tired of the bar in general. He was tired of everything, frakit, and he wasn’t just going to sit around when there was a party waiting for him somewhere! Thus inspired, Kavon downed the rest of his drink and slid off of the stool, using his elbows to make people get out of his way.

But instead of going to the door, he found himself walking around The Broken Casket. Kavon almost went to dance multiple times, but he was on a mission—if Daiyel was in the bar, he was going to find him, frakit! It took him a few minutes, but he finally found him. He walked closer, irritated and drunk and not caring whose toes he stepped on or stomachs he elbowed to get to Daiyel’s table. “Why the frak are you drinking alone, emo boy?” He asked, taking the empty seat across from his friend and giving him a half-hearted glare. “Also, you suck. Now give me some frakking whiskey so I can forget why and love you again.” He said, reaching out an expectant hand.