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its high noon time for gay sex

[mcscuseme]

[ Jesse doesn't (can't) stay in one place for long, though it isn't from lack of trying. There's people that want his head on a pike, people that want to drag him to jail for the hilarious amount of crimes he committed when he was younger, stupider, and probably should have known better. There's also people he's looking for so he can keep himself fed and clothed and, you know, alive - and they don't all come to the same spot.

But there's little places here and there that he frequents more than others, hideouts in skeevy taverns and questionable inns where people don' ask questions or call the authorities if you pay them enough. Little places where equally as shady guys meet up - one of which he knows pretty well by now.

He strolls into his room to find it's already occupied. Not really surprising, and he would be mad about it if it wasn't the guy I literally just mentioned. ]

Fancy meetin' you here.

story of my life

[deniles]

It's hard to keep up when you keep running away.

[Niles smirked, running his fingers through his hair as he got comfortable on the bed. Jesse likes to slip away from him just when they start having fun. He was just as bad, but was more likely to get away. Also? Less law enforcement after him.

You did the right deeds, and you could get anything off the record.

He crossed his legs, leaning back.]

McCree. Did you miss me?

[Using his finger to pull him over.]

[mcscuseme]

Sorry, darlin. But you know it ain't easy for me to stay put. [ Even if he didn't have the authorities on his ass, he always did have a bad habit of wandering. Settling down seemed like something unobtainable in all stages of his life.

But at least there's something familiar here. Jesse steps closer, making sure to remove a few things (ie: weaponry) before he presses his knee to the edge of the bed. ]

'Course. Wouldn't of come back if I didn't. Hope I didn't keep you waiting long.

just fuck me up bruh

[shigure_soen_ryu]

Yamamoto sometimes wished to meet people he didn't have to go to so many seedy alleys and questionably hygenic inns to meet people, but after years of hanging out with Squalo and his other mafia friends, his standards had gotten a LOT lower.

Besides, if it was to meet HIM, he didn't really mind either. Despite just being a handsome young man, walking down a dark road seemingly unarmed, he radiated enough of a dangerous aura that most of the other seedy people left him well enough alone.

If they had of course, changed their mind, Yamamoto would've been able to use the innocuous baseball bag slung casually over his shoulder.

And by the time he got to the hotel he was to meet the contact/person of interest at well, there seemed to be some sort of altercation going on. Specifically a familar eyepatched man surrounded by a couple other equally mean looking thug types.

Yamamoto just sauntered up, smiling with his hands in the pockets of his pants. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

you have been fucked up

[deniles]

Niles was more than willing to meet up with Yamamoto whenever he needed it. Niles lived and breathed the seedy underworld better than any other person. So when the mafia needed his information, he was more than willing to provide.

However, he had a stipulation. Only the most handsome man was able to come talk to him. As he needed to have someone to pretend to have a relationship with for certain problems. Yamamoto filled in the gap perfectly.

Today, there's some awful thugs who want to know why he sold them out to the mafia, and all he could do was laugh.

"Hello." He chuckled, moving towards him. "Some fine gentlemen here would like to see the strength that you've got."

sorry ive been neglecting yama slams down in here

[shigure_soen_ryu]

Said fine gentlemen were now giving Yamamoto an equal amount of stink eye; despite that, the young man kept smiling, his posture relaxed. He knew his contact could most likely take care of this situation himself, but despite his reputation, he really didn't want any more bloodshed than was necessary.

"Oh really? I'm afraid I don't have time for anything like that. We've got a very important date to keep, and-"

One of the fine gentlemen grabbed Yamamoto by his jacket to breathe words into his face. "Your little pussy friend has a deal to settle with us first! You're gonna get your ass involved, you're gonna get beat first."

After a lifetime of being yelled at by loud angry Italians, Yamamoto didn't even flinch, just turned back to Niles with an amused expression. "You make the strangest friends."

And then had grabbed the bat bag and drove the end of it into the man's chest. He coughed and got thrown backwards onto the ground as Yamamoto slowly snapped open the top and began to draw out a beautiful looking katana. "Sorry, but I think I have the biggest knife in this situation."

took long enough amirite

[congracia]

[Of course his family had to come visit Shirasagi Castle Town at the same time Prince Leo - and, by extension, Niles - were paying an official visit. Of course. It had taken a direct order from Lady Sakura to make him spend the day outside the castle, and he just hoped they wouldn't run into Niles. Part of him chafed at that, but Niles is Niles, and it would be best to avoid any chance of the almost inevitable scene altogether.

Luck was on his side, and if Niles had seen them, he hadn't made his presence known. Sure enough, once they'd returned to his chambers in the castle proper, it didn't take long for his sisters to steer the conversation in exactly that direction. "We hear you're seeing someone," one said; he didn't miss the way her lip curled.

He doesn't let his expression change, and he does his best to keep his voice even. "What of it?"]

[deniles]

[Niles had really no idea that Subaki's family was coming. He just knew he should stay as far away as possible for most of the day. Which was fine by him, he had work, after all. And when work was done, he thought it might be safe to go see Subaki.

He even picked up flowers for the visit.

So when he returned to the chambers and hear some girls talking, he paused... and did what he did best.

He listened in.]

Prisoner of Nohr time. We know where this'll lead

[bartenderizing]

[ There had been someone garnering a lot of attention and getting into fights, and with their skills and declaration of 'not giving a shit' about the royals or which way the war could go. Tempers went high on all sides. The exact words get muddied, but when you make enough of a ruckus and are clearly not from the country, people gang up to cast Sleep on you and take you in as a prisoner. The problem was, the man wouldn't give them any information and had an unusual level of strength, which meant they had to keep recasting the spell.

And recasting it.

That's sort of the problem when you were dealing with someone that had an incredible resistance and shook these things off. (Dread Fighters really can be a bitch, can't they?) Resources were getting spent, and the local forces sent word out to make sure that this wasn't someone that should be handed over to for information, or if he should be dealt with like most other rowdy inmates.

Now the prisoner was shackled up in one of the cells with a hood over his head and his hands hanging as high above him as his arms would allow. Any armor or noteworthy garb had been removed and set elsewhere (there were articles from multiple countries, so it wasn't the best clue for where he was from,) leaving the young man in nothing more than some plain pants.

If the other times were any indication, it'd be only another minute or so before he started shaking the effects of the spell off again. ]

WARNING for probably non-conish concepts

[deniles]

[Whether there was information or not to get out of someone, there was only one man to call. Niles was a 'permission' based torture device. Unless he was desperately needed, he was off limits. His methods were crude, rude, and mind destroying. People were rarely left the same after him.

He was put on immediate call, however, when someone threatened to kill royals. Because that was nothing to sneeze at. At least, not with Leo. So, he was sent down, no other work until he could get the troublemaker to break. He'd like to see him cry a little bit.

Entering the cell, he hung his cloak up. His box of toys was sitting there waiting for him as he walked towards the prisoner. Grabbing his chin hard, he forces his head up.]

Rise and shine.

[Fingers digging into his chin.]

You're a bit of a problem child. Sadly, that position is taken up by me. So now I have to force you into a new one. I'll give you one chance to apologize for your actions.

[Even if he did, he'll keep breaking him down and down.]

That Ikebukuro Life (as I steal comment 69)

[bartenderizing]

[ It's almost always easy to find Shizuo somewhere around the city. Just as there's always rumors about him on the Dollars site. It was like there was an active people watch on him or something.

They didn't always get the context right.

Even more, when Izaya was active, it would often spin out of control. Enough to get other people's attention.

All he's ever tried to do was live a peaceful life. Somehow that never happens.]

[deniles]

[Niles, meanwhile, had no real issues with Shizuo. He had no need to interact with him. Certainly had reason to work with Izaya, but Shizuo? Nope.

But... he was intrigued. The strongest man in Ikebukuro. So when he saw him enter the Russian sushi place by himself, he followed along behind him.

Moving to slip down beside him, Niles was only wearing a t-shirt and pants. It's his night off.]

Can I buy your first meal?

[congracia]

[Even by Subaki's standards, this had been a particularly trying week. When Niles invited him over the next day to come hang out, he wouldn't turn it down. He's exhausted, but he'd missed Niles, so he drags himself across town like there's nothing wrong.

The weather was starting to turn, and while he liked the cooler weather, he also liked being in a warm apartment, his or someone else's. Odin was gone for the day, and so it was just the two of them. Eventually, they'd settled in the living room. He was watching Niles play some video game. He'd comandeered one of Niles' pillows, and he just smells Niles as he curls into it on the couch.]

You missed something in that alcove over there.

[deniles]

[It's not like Niles doesn't know when something's wrong with Subaki. He knows. So that's why he invited him over to spend some time and told Odin to leave and go spend a weekend at his boyfriend's.

He sighs, leaning back in the couch with a groan.]

Don't think it's important.

[He looks back and forth.]

...Wait. Which alcove?

smut time

[congracia]

[Subaki doesn't really know what to expect when he knocks on Niles' apartment's door. They had been dating for a while now, but they had yet to... get romantic. Niles talked in nothing but double entendres, but of course he wouldn't tell Subaki exactly what he wanted to do. Not while flirting. Subaki's still afraid he's going to be Niles' flavor of the week, and the pressure of being perfect at this too almost has him turning around and leaving while he waits.

It took a lot to get him here. More than anything, he won't let himself down now.]

yes hello this is lobster here for s e c r e t s

[lightninglobster]

[ Ryoma was known for many things—his calm demeanor, his ferocity in battle, his unique choice of armaments—but there'd yet to be a man that could have truthfully accused him of being a coward... though the argument could be said to hold more weight, today.

(Nohrian weddings were, to put it kindly and with as little judgement as possible lest one sound hypocritical, grandiose spectacles with a strange sobriety about them. There was a constant feeling of being measured despite the general concession that this was a 'celebration' attended in the name of peace, unity, and few terms better suited for political cloak-and-dagger operations that Ryoma couldn't dwell on too deeply, lest it show on his face overmuch. He was already stern enough as it was.)

Despite it all—the hours of socializing, the moments of actual pleasantries half-cut with silver-tongued double entendre, the exceedingly uncomfortable clothes—Ryoma had acquit himself with more than enough grace, dignity, and quiet charm to last an age... and as such, he was perfectly justified in breaking away from the party for bit of fresh air. He'd excused himself, navigating quietly through half-memorized corridors in relative peace, glad for the time alone... inasmuch as he was ever alone. A familiar (albeit well-dressed and mildly harassed, given the circumstances) shadow kept in time, steps silent as Ryoma tried to remember which way led to a door or a courtyard or. Something with a relative lack of people. ]

gasp. so many secrets.

[deniles]

[Niles, meanwhile, had been familiar enough with Nohrian weddings to find them boring and dull. No matter who might be married. Indeed, he always felt like he would be judged one way or another. There were certainly enough Hoshidians at the event do cause just that in his mind.

And although he always put on a face that simply said he wasn't bothered, he couldn't deny that something about it was bothering him today. He barely saw the man who he had been waiting to see. If Leo noticed him looking more eager to get away, then he didn't say anything. And that was a relief all on it's own.

Seeing Ryoma start to leave, he began to follow behind a few moments after him. An excuse was given, one he couldn't remember. But he slunk through the hallways, keeping enough of a distance away until he reached the same courtyard Ryoma did.

He stepped outside the door, shutting it quietly behind him.]

This would be more romantic if your retainer wasn't watching us.

[And that was a noise that Saizo made behind one of the trees.]

time for midfuck and some other stuff eyes emoji

[glaiving]

--Fuck, Niles.

[It's about all Nyx can say from his current position underneath Niles, his back pressed against the headboard. An almost ragged breath escapes him as he settles his hands on Niles' hips, the golden band on his finger long since warmed by the heat of their bodies. There's no attempt at trying to control Niles' pace, Nyx is more than aware that he's just along for the ride and Niles sets the pace here.

He'll get his own later, they have the next few days to themselves.

One of his hands almost traces a path along skin to curl around Niles' cock where it bounces between them. Almost. He'd much rather follow that trail with his mouth. Eventually he risks it, taking advantage of Niles' lifting himself up to slam his hips upwards, fucking back into his new husband. If he has his way, they won't be leaving the bed until they're forced to check out and someone's cock will always be inside the other. He's old-fashioned like that. ]

You're a damn tease.

[As if he didn't know that already. As if he didn't love it.

The wedding had been an impossibly private affair, with any expense going towards the honeymoon suite. They might not be able to actually tell anyone, some archaic rule about members of the Kingsglaive not having personal attachments to ensure they give their all for the crown, but Nyx'll be damned if he can't, at least, give Niles something.]

heart eyes

[deniles]

[Niles chuckles, looking down at his new husband. Indeed, he is prepared to never speak of their relationship again outside of a few people who have found out. Or would notice. Certainly Niles could keep a secret. Rocking on Nyx's lap as he places his hands on his chest.]

You say that as if you want me to stop.

[But he knows Nyx would never want him to stop. He'd want him to keep going. Keep doing things to him that makes him crazy. His fingers run through his skin and leans forward over him. He bites his lip, feeling his cock bouncing up and down.

When Nyx thrusts up into him, he gasps loudly, and falls over him. His hips move quickly up and down, trying to take him in as much as possible.]

You're so... big. Go faster... go faster....

how to train your dragon

[indragonyears]

[ Wrathion sighs as if he's relaxing when he finally crosses the thresh hold of his 'private' chamber in the lord's estate, removing his hat-portion of his headpiece while leaving the half-mask firmly in place. He is, of course, not relaxed in the slightest--he never is, in a stranger's abode--and it's with a feigned weariness that he sweeps clawed gauntlets through his hair. Good. The horns aren't bleeding through the glamour; he remains a strange lord from an exotic faraway land alone.

The lordling had been generous in his offerings, to the rich young prince on his doorstep; Wrathion's emissaries had seen to that with how they flaunted his power, his wealth. The wool was firmly over the lordling's eyes as to his true purpose, which would buy Wrathion time to find the iron-clad proof he needed in order to enact the next portion of his plan... but everything in its time and place.

What was most of interest was the lordling's promise--he swore to send some entertainment for Wrathion after he retired for the evening, a glimmer in his eye that implied something so very mortal and short-sighted, but... well, even Wrathion was not above his base urges entirely. Besides, if he played his cards well, he might find an ally in one of the lord's doe-eyed, fool courtiers.

All he could do now was sit and wait, shedding his more ostentatious layers to just be in the form-fitted black silks and billowing white pants... and the half-mask. The eyes were harder to hide, even after all this time. ]

[deniles]

[The words doe-eyed and fool were not ones that should ever describe him. A ruthless outlaw who would kill and fuck whoever he desired, getting caught in something he hated. Accidentally becoming pregnant by an alpha who had no desire to properly mate him and being told that if he wanted to keep his child, he should become a member of his harem.

A place he was forced to stay while the rich, noble alpha and his adorable mate, unable to get pregnant, were out about town. Niles knew that he was going to be discarded the moment he gave birth and the child would be theirs. He didn't like it, but he didn't have a choice.

Especially after fighting him against going out to give someone some entertainment. He wasn't told why, simply to do it, and he fought for his dear life against that. But, he failed miserably, and here he was. Standing outside the door in a long robe that just barely covered everything up. Especially his seven month pregnancy belly.

Pushing a door into the quarters, he sighed. Because of his time hiding and not really being aware of anything, he didn't know who this man was, just that he had to give him whatever he wanted.]

Good evening, sir.

[He's not sexy in the least.]

Just fuck me up

[heronpunch]

[The war had been long and drawn out-- even by his standards-- and the stagnant aura of death lingered in the air even weeks after the last battle had ended and the treaties for peace had been signed. Reyson did his best to maintain a strong face, but he still had his limits. The cleansing powers of the ancient Galdrs could only do so much.

Time would have to do the rest.

Wearied of spending his days surrounded by frivolous Beorcs, whose emotions gleamed as vibrantly as the embers of a dancing flame, Reyson took to the room he had been assigned at the inn while he awaited for the next meeting between officials representing the Beorc and Laguz...

And found it occupied.

A sigh. Reyson folded his arms and flared his wings.]

Is there something I can help you with?

[deniles]

Do I need something?

[Niles had basically decided to come into this room for a few reasons. The main one was mostly to be entertained. And it looks like he was going to get just that. He sits up in bed and looks towards him.]

Mmm, no. Though, if you wish to bring me food, you'd probably be at it faster than me.

[oh, all i want is to know your name and whisper it in your ear] soft fluffy things

[lightninglobster]

[ Now, Ryoma should've been on his way to the throne room well over ten minutes ago, but something held him back. There was a sense of unease surrounding his chambers; a sort of unhappy vulnerability that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand at end and put him in the mood to deal with the problem--violently, if need be. He glances to Saizo, giving a little jerk of his chin to send his shinobi on with his excuses as he turns, opening the doors to the royal family's private chambers once more. ]

Niles, my love?

[ The sense of upset is stronger, now, and Ryoma finds himself searching a hair underneath frantically for his mate, instincts driving him to find his husband as quickly as possible. ]

[deniles]

[For Niless, he had always attempted to hide when something was bothering him. He particularly liked to do it when it came to Ryoma, knowing that he had so much going on. So any time he was worried or freaking out, he tried to stuff it away.

And sometimes, he couldn't do that.

He had just begun showing, about six months after they had gotten married, which had brought up questions on if Niles would be a suitable spouse for Ryoma. And now, the rumors kept blooming, and it made Niles wonder if he'd be a suitable parent.

So, he decided to hide in bed for the day and deal with it later, knowing Ryoma was busy.

Ryoma seemed to have other ideas though, and it made Niles blink, sitting up in bed.]

...Ryoma?