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[Mystery]

Damion of Damiosk

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If only Bahari knew how much danger he was in, Damion almost, almost felt a twinge of guilt for a moment. Such a clever toy, it would be a shame to take such delightful company out of the world, but that twinge just didn't take hold. This was his toy and he would do with him what he pleased, live or die that was Damion's choice. It was always his choice.
"And you're not one to tell, yet, are you?" Soon enough, really, soon enough, he'd know every single secret. He'd make sure that he knew everything about this toy before he let it go. New toys would certainly have a high marker to stand up to.
"If?" THat was purred too, every ounce of seductiveness put into that word as he twisted his fingers deeper into the hand he was holding. Nope, Bahari, you weren't going anywhere just yet. Dami wasn't done playing the first game.

The tension was almost tangible - just how he liked it. Damion was attracted to many, but the tension was what drew him in further. There was the tension of want, pure unsated lust. Then there was the fear tension, and Damion personally loved a mix. And this, this was another kind that was so rarely experienced Damion was more than willing to revel in it. It was someone matching him word for word, until Damion was almost as curious as he was sure his toy was. Shards it had been a long time since anything less than a kiss had made him want someone.
"I thrive on risks." He purred, never taking his eyes off Bahari's - whether he was looking back at him or not. He wouldn't give his name as easily as he did if it wasn't for loving the risk of someone figuring out who he was.

Every moment of contact was only increasing that tension more, only making him want to act more. Discipline? Damiosk? One day, when he was ready to scare his toy a little, he'd introduce the two.
"If you ever meet Damiosk, you will see very quickly why he only ever dared to lunge at me once." The baby wher had suffered a bruised jaw for nearly a week for that, and every nip had only taught him more of a lesson. Damion was the leader of that relationship, and the garnet was mroe than happy to bite other things.
"I find other things for him to chew on."

He didn't ask, then? Damion would have to change that too, he would have to teach his toy to beg. That would be an interesting lesson. Lessons. Somehow he doubted Bahari would learn that in one lesson.
"No? And yet, keep up what you're doing and I might reward you anyway." A slight hiss left his lips as the nails raked over his skin, pressing his body against Bahari's with the slight bite on his skin from the movement.
"Some of them." He answered honestly, letting his voice purr for a moment as he leaned in closer, almost in an attempt to kiss him, only to change his mind and attempt to press a soft, almost barely touching kiss on his neck, hand twisting slightly in his hair.
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Bahari? Know that he was in danger? Oh shells no, the smarmy little brat was feeling on top of the world, and certainly meeting a fine-looking specimen who wanted to cool off in the lake with him was a chance encounter that couldn't bring any real trouble with it. Sure there was always a nice thrill when it came to getting all close and tangled up near someone, and oh didn't Bahari like it when he managed to get someone larger and stronger than he was caught up in his web. Usually those with sound bodies didn't have much between the ears, but this was looking like Damion was a nice change of pace from that. The brunet hummed lowly, and shells did he like the way that voice sounded in that low pur-like tone.

Well, decision made. Bahari could've either just flounced off right then to cause a great deal of frustration or stayed put to see how far he could take this little tangle. The tightening grip on his hand from the wherhandler answered that for him. "Thrive on risks? I can see the interest in something like that. Certainly you look like the type who can take it." Oh this he wanted, he could take a risk on the wherhandler. Granted he was completely oblivious that this would be, ah, what was it? Fraternizing with the enemy? Did Trelis and Rindell still have some sort of stigma against one another? Oh Bahari didn't care right then, what he did care about was how Damion's skin might taste under his tongue.

"Dared to lunge at you? Oh don't you sound just dangerous when you put it like that." Bahari exhaled a breathy chuckle, his lips brushing against that ear once more. "I suppose I could bother meeting him, if you manage to keep my attention for longer than this little meeting." There was a teasing edge to that that delighted the glass-smith when he spoke it. Oh he could hope that there could be other times to have this sort of wordplay between the other individual and himself, but Bahari made sure he didn't get too attached to things. Clingers weren't something he was fond of.

"Oh I can keep it up for a while." Bahari hissed in a slight breath when he felt the wherhandler move against him. "And I won't ask for any reward, but that doesn't mean I won't be appreciative." And the starcrafter knew exactly how to show his appreciation. Bahari nearly moved into that false move for a kiss, and a small heave of a breath was the only surprise when the faint touch of the wherhandler's lips ended up on his neck. Bahari couldn't suppress the slight shiver that crawled it's way up his spine or the motion of his body leaning further into the built man. A small gasp was pulled from his lips by the movement of the hand in his hair, but it was all in good sport. "Make them feel better?" Oh no, there was a mock innocence to those words that definitely was one of Bahari's playful streaks. The hand still on Damion's hip twisted a bit, and instead of dragging his nails over he applied a bit more pressure to try to land a good scratch on the spot. "You know things end up hurting a little more before they ever get better, I'm not here to play nurse with you." Oh Bahari's intent wasn't to soothe. "Unless you like that sort of thing."

[Mystery]

Damion of Damiosk

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Oh Bahari, if only you knew. Chance encounters with Damion only led to trouble. There was nothing else for it. If Damion had known Bahari was comparing him to other men with all brawn and no brain, he might have been insulted. Actually, no, he would have been amused. Making assumptions was one way to get you veryvery hurt in Damion's world. Though, really, anything woulld get you hurt in Damion's world.
"I can take more than a few risks. Do you think I got all these marks by taking only the risks I knew I could manage?" If Damion had ever had any interest in the politics of the weyrs, he would have... No he wouldn't have paid any attention. To be fair, Bahari probably wouldn't have had as much of a problem with where he was from, as who he was. Perhaps he needed to play around Sollace a bit more if no one had even whispered his name to Bahari.

If people weren't accidentally mumbling his name instead of someone else's, he wasn't doing his job right. Good, his toys weren't trying to escape. If Bahari had tried to wriggle away, Damion might have been a little less pleased. Teasing was one thing, but being so undeniably clever and trying to get away? No, that was not happening.

Dangerous? Damion, sounding dangerous? Shards he had a lot to learn, but that was for another time.
"Sound dangerous? Oh, Bahari. I don't just sound dangerous." He purred, tilting his head into that light brush on his ear, squirming closer, broken by a laugh. Keep his attention?
"If I manage? Bahari, you have no idea how I can keep attentions on me." Admittedly, Damion would probably be skipping between the two places almost constantly, never happy staying in the one place for more than like... a week. It was hard not to get bored after that time. If there was ever a time he wished Damiosk could fly, that was it. Fortunately there was always a pet rider willing to take him across the waters.

"Just how appreciative will you be, then?" Did Damion care or notice that he was standing out in in the weyrlake in plain view of anyone who might walk by? Yes. Did he care? No. Certainly not. The gasp got a pleased purr from Damion, keeping his lips against the pulse in his neck, relaxing into the body before him, before his own soft gasp was muffled into a growl. Yes. This toy was a keeper.
"Good--" He would have said more, but for the scratch. The sound that echoed between them was caught between a growl and a groan.
"That would be telling, as you said. You're just going to have to find out~." He purred again, leaning in again, this time with no intention of changing his direction as he attempted to catch Bahari's lips.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[pulp]

"Oh I'm sure you can." Bahari laughed, and oh didn't the wherhandler just take the bait on that one. This little game was proving to be plenty fun. The starcrafter sighed into that ear, smirking again when Damion seemed intent on playing up that he was more dangerous than he sounded. Good. Everyone did like a little thrill, and Bahari could use a bit of getting into trouble--granted he might have to smooth out how he was going to handle all of this if word of this encounter got out. If he was going to play the politics game here at the Weyr this little mingling could either be an aid or a difficulty, personally things could just go far smoother if it helped him.

"Oh? Really? Think you can keep me interested?" Bahari bit onto his own lip, snickering and oh shard it, fine, he was intrigued, if that wasn't obvious enough already (and Damion probably found it to be a bit more obvious than any onlookers for certain reasons). "Well my level of appreciation is entirely dependent on what do you." Ah, right, they were out in public, but that never had stopped Bahari before. They were at least in the lake and not just out in the middle of the weyrbowl, and honestly like that had ever stopped the starcrafter from pulling any of his other fancies around a corner or into somewhere just out of line of sight in Sollace.

Besides, getting caught only added to the risk and fun of it all.

"Oh." Bahari breathed the word out when he managed to get a groan out of the wherhandler, and in response he drew another scratch over that scar. He had been intent on responding, his mouth open, lips parted and some sassy comment on the tip of his tongue, but his mouth, lips and tongue were soon enough all too distracted by the contact the wherhandler finally made. A small pleased noise was smothered into the touch, and Bahari moved with the motion, being remarkably pliant and eager in the exchange. This, this was a wonderful start to what he wanted, and he had no question as to whether he was going to get what he wanted out of the tall, built man. The hand that was on Damion's chest slid up and around to the back of the handler's neck, the other one still fixed on his hip where he gaze a small squeeze. The starcrafter pulled away, aiming to have his teeth drag over that lower lip. When he pulled away, briefly, he was smiling and oh wasn't there a touch of satisfaction and amusement there, along with a huskier tone that clearly gave away Bahari's spiked lust regarding the situation. "I do hope you don't disappoint, Damion."

[Mystery]

Damion of Damiosk

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Playing up. Hah. Damion knew that it was unlikely Bahari would take him seriously when it came to how dangerous a game that he was playing. Unfortunately, he had Damion's interest now, he wasn't going to be able to get away so easily. At least not until the wherhandler returned to Rindell for a time. Politics were unimportant to Damion, they always would be, he did what he wanted. He acted as he would. He gave his loyalty to almost no one. SO Bahari's problems with the repercussions was his issues. Dami wasn't going to stop playing just because it was an inconvenience.
"I know I can keep you interested." He chuckled softly, watching every movement Bahari made, every single one.

It was strange to him, even, to be intruiged as he was. TO be as interested as Damion was in his new toy took something else all together. Not just that smart mouth either, Bahari clearly had some kind of danger-seeking attribute, or he wouldn't have found Damion. He certainly, wouldn't have been standing here, flirting with him, kissing him and trusting him. Well, trusting to a certain extent anyway. One couldn't really trust a stranger. And the risk of being caught, the candidate master would no doubt flay him alive, and yet, that wasn't stopping either of them. Good.

All the starcrafter got in response to his second scratch was a purr, his hand twisted in the thick mass of hair, with the wherhandler sufficiently distracted. It was just a shame that his lips were quite busy. He couldn't bother with a response to any words right now, so it was probably a good thing that Bahari didn't expect one from him right now. There was a hand on his neck, fingers on that scar taht Damiosk had left there four turns ago, teeth on his lips. The words. He was speaking. Oh he supposed he should actually answer the man.
"I never disappoint. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be dreaming of me for years." That was all he was willing to say, considering his lips had better things to be doing than talking. Of course, Bahari didn't know that this game was going to last much longer than just this, but he didn't need to know just yet.
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