[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ Wrathion had settled into a sprawl befitting of someone who was firmly convinced of their ownership of most things in the world, pulling his clawed gauntlets off to reveal black-lacquered nails and heat-calloused fingers as the presumed 'entertainment' arrived... rather used, as some cruel, instinctual part of the dragon's mind felt a need to supply. He narrowed his eyes curiously behind the mask, scenting the air subtly--there was no claim here, no care, and the sharp edges to the man's posture imply that there's no affection to be lost betwixt him and his liege-lord.
Good. Wrathion can work wonders with such fertile, hungry soil. He sits up and smiles, making a small effort to keep it from turning into a baring of his teeth. ]
Good even to you as well. Is the entertainment to be delayed?
[ ... of course, Wrathion could be wrong about the posture, the tension, the desperate-angry scent in the air--humans are strangely fickle creatures, and this one could simply be peeved about being sent from his lord's bedchambers for all Wrathion truly knows. It's best not to overplay his hand. The lordling seems fool enough to think leaving the members of his harem prancing about in a single, skimp-gauze number was the height of displaying one's power. ]
Certainly one as lovely as you wouldn't be turned loose for any amount of gold in the world.
[ He's very good at sounding sincere. Or so he thinks. ]
...Wow, you know, for someone as handsome you are, I should have expected you'd be great at spewing out bullshit.
[You think you sound sincere. But Niles has been around men who think they can get whatever they want with a nice word and a charming smile He, on the other hand, had no charm left in him at all. Only anger and a fury that was so strong, it was palpable. He was hiding it, yes, but just like this man was bad at being sincere, Niles was bad at being calm.
Incredibly bad.]
I'm sucking your cock tonight because that man is forcing me to. I have to pretend to be nice to you so if I give you a good one, you have to tell him I was well behaved.
[He's the one making demands here and he's going to make sure Wrathion knows that loud and clear.]
Bullshit is a strong word for it. Gold-plated frivolity is, perhaps, better.
[ He smiles; he knows when he's been caught and he's thankfully old enough to take it gracefully, even if Niles would probably appreciate him throwing a tantrum and lighting things on fire right about now. He sits up, catching the edge of that fury--and oh, if his eyes were bare to the room, they'd be glittering with interest, burning like coals in their intensity.
He likes this fire. When he was younger, having pliant, easily moldable servants was much easier to keep a hand in, but now... a challenge is oftentimes worth the reward. ]
Of course. I'll sing your praises if you give me cause to... though I must say, I'm given a touch of pause at the concept of forcing you to do much of anything.
[ In part because Niles definitely looks like the type to bite a dick off, and Wrathion likes his. ]
Are you not a beloved member of the master's household? You are with his child, are you not?
[He doesn't like to talk about him being weak. He hates the feeling, the emotions that come with the fact that he's not exactly happy with his new lot in life.]
I guarantee neither of them know my name, just that I'm having their child. Cause his stupid omega mate can't get pregnant, so I get to carry on that part.
[He stands there and removes the tarp that's covering him and just throws it away in disgust.]
So I get to bear a child that I'll never see and they get to pretend I don't exist. I haven't left my room since he forced me to come into his house or he'd make me miscarry.
[ In the depths of his black-and-gilt heart, Wrathion feels for this man. The King's managed to plant seeds of empathy in a rather molten garden, but as scrubby brushes grow on the sides of a volcano, so too does Wrathion's heart pang for the omega standing bare before him. He loses the smile, mouth turned contemplative as he studies the man's form--he is a beautiful creature, of that there's no doubt.
Wrathion's always had a soft spot for the underdog in a situation. He leans forward. ]
So you know nothing about the house's day to day activities? None of the good gossip?
[ He's drawing cards from the proverbial deck and placing them in a formation in anticipation of his next flourishing reveal. He's only somewhat distracted by the brazier-light flickering off of Niles' skin, golden-tan in the fire's gaze. ]
No. His worthless omega wants me dead so if you come back in 4 months, there's a good chance I will be.
[He's realized his fate in life and has accepted it to be the truth. Even though it hurts knowing that he's going to never get to see his child, or he's never going to get to do what he's best at ever again.
He's just going to be dead and gone with no one knowing his name. He crosses his arms over his chest.]
So I'm stuck in a 'harem' where it's just me and I get just enough food for myself and the kid to survive. I haven't seen sunlight in months.
[ ... that's no way for a predator to survive. As all but a beast himself, there's part of Wrathion that empathizes--that hears the creature pulling at the chains others have thrust upon it, waiting for the slightest weakness in the links to be free. He remembers a destiny prescribed to him by jailors, by others meaning 'all the best' for him, even if that meant the rest of his life was to be spent in a gilt cage.
He doesn't often act on whim... but one can hardly be known for their sharp-edged caprice if they didn't take a few mad risks every now and then, now could they? He sits up, crooking a finger at Niles and patting his lap. ]
Come. Sit.
[ He needed the intimacy to speak the next course of action, smile far more sinister and bloody sharp. ]
[Niles raises his eyebrow. Well... why not? It doesn't matter much anymore now does it? He sighs and moves to sit on his lap. No matter what happens here, it can't be much worse than what'll happen if he doesn't.
He gets comfortable, and slowly moves to look at him while sitting comfortably there.]
[ He threads an arm around Niles' waist, leaning in against his ear as if he were readying himself to whisper sweet little intimacies against the thief's skin, the tips of his nails prickling at Niles' pleasantly swollen side. ]
How'd you like the chance to wrap your hands around her pretty little throat before slitting his?
[ It's then that Wrathion's smile widens and he reaches up to slide the half-mask off. Now, it's known that the eyes of the pure-blooded dragons glow--but only one flight has a proclivity for ruby-red eyes, and they're all dead except one. Wrathion rests his forehead against Niles' in a mimicry of lover's affection, voice low in case the walls had ears... though if Wrathion's guards had done their job, the wall's ears belonged to Wrathion anyway. ]
Your lover's got his hands in a few pots he really shouldn't have them in. The king's quite cross--thus, he sent for me to resolve the issue in a manner fit to my choosing. Considering that the things he's dabbling in add up to treason, and I'm very fond of his majesty, well... my choice is obvious.
[Niles knew of the eyes, but he was simply too unfamiliar with them to really pinpoint it. He gets nice and comfortable and listens closely. He's not surprised this has happened though. His 'lover' always seemed like the type.]
So they're good as dead? Fine by me.
[He doesn't mind one bit. He doesn't even need an explanation. He is happy to let them all die.]
[ He starts to slip the mask back on, feeling that his point was suitably made--he wouldn't want to be caught out by the lone guard not yet in his pocket, after all. He runs his hands over Niles' hips, continuing to murmur against his ear. ]
As soon as my men locate concrete evidence of the lord's wrongdoing, I'm given leave to act as judge, jury, and executioner. They're close; the less the lord suspects of me, the more likely he is to make a mistake and leave things in the open.
[ ... and. Well. Wrathion does have a naked man in his lap. ]
So, if you can tolerate playing my entertainment for a while more in order to make your 'master' think I've missed the scent, I'd see to it that you're rewarded with whatever you wish.
...It just... can't take more than two more months.
[He doesn't think it will, but there's a fear settling into his voice and into his eyes as if he knows that once his time is up, his time is truly up. They won't leave him alive if he knows.]
I can't do a damn thing to help you but please don't take long.
[ And again, the blackened core beating in Wrathion's chest pangs for Niles. He strokes the man's face, smile softening on his edges as he draws him in close, all but breathing softness against his ear. ]
Two months? Dear man, I intend to have this resolved in two days. My very important time has other places to be spent.
[ He's playing with Niles' hair, curling a lock around his finger with an affectionate little hum. ]
Think of it as building anticipation for the main event. As I said, I need concrete evidence to prove to the king that my ruling was just and worthy of being so... final.
[ He continues to play with Niles' hair, a curiosity wiggling free of his better senses. ]
What did you do before you took to playing mother?
...I'll make a deal with you. In 24 hours, I want to have them both dead by my hands. If you can provide that, I will be the most loyal man you have ever had working for you.
And if it takes longer, I make no promises about working for you. Are we clear?
You take all of the fun out of hanging a man with his own noose, you know that?
[ There's a glimmer of irritation in Wrathion's mien, a displeasure with being given an ultimatum, of all things... but he smooths it down. Thinks it over. Rolling his shoulder and runs the calculation, ruby-red eyes flickering as he thinks through the possibilities and the steps--before he finally gives a nod and a bit of a shrug. ]
Very well. Your hands will be stained with their blood by this time tomorrow--and as a result, you will serve me for the rest of your life. We've an accord?
[ He holds out a gloved hand, golden-tipped gauntlets glittering in the firelight with equal parts danger and promise, eyes burning with dragonfire. ]
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Date: 2018-08-05 05:35 pm (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 2018-08-16 10:21 pm (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2018-08-21 02:14 am (UTC)Good. Wrathion can work wonders with such fertile, hungry soil. He sits up and smiles, making a small effort to keep it from turning into a baring of his teeth. ]
Good even to you as well. Is the entertainment to be delayed?
[ ... of course, Wrathion could be wrong about the posture, the tension, the desperate-angry scent in the air--humans are strangely fickle creatures, and this one could simply be peeved about being sent from his lord's bedchambers for all Wrathion truly knows. It's best not to overplay his hand. The lordling seems fool enough to think leaving the members of his harem prancing about in a single, skimp-gauze number was the height of displaying one's power. ]
Certainly one as lovely as you wouldn't be turned loose for any amount of gold in the world.
[ He's very good at sounding sincere. Or so he thinks. ]
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Date: 2018-08-21 02:59 am (UTC)[You think you sound sincere. But Niles has been around men who think they can get whatever they want with a nice word and a charming smile He, on the other hand, had no charm left in him at all. Only anger and a fury that was so strong, it was palpable. He was hiding it, yes, but just like this man was bad at being sincere, Niles was bad at being calm.
Incredibly bad.]
I'm sucking your cock tonight because that man is forcing me to. I have to pretend to be nice to you so if I give you a good one, you have to tell him I was well behaved.
[He's the one making demands here and he's going to make sure Wrathion knows that loud and clear.]
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Date: 2018-08-21 03:06 am (UTC)[ He smiles; he knows when he's been caught and he's thankfully old enough to take it gracefully, even if Niles would probably appreciate him throwing a tantrum and lighting things on fire right about now. He sits up, catching the edge of that fury--and oh, if his eyes were bare to the room, they'd be glittering with interest, burning like coals in their intensity.
He likes this fire. When he was younger, having pliant, easily moldable servants was much easier to keep a hand in, but now... a challenge is oftentimes worth the reward. ]
Of course. I'll sing your praises if you give me cause to... though I must say, I'm given a touch of pause at the concept of forcing you to do much of anything.
[ In part because Niles definitely looks like the type to bite a dick off, and Wrathion likes his. ]
Are you not a beloved member of the master's household? You are with his child, are you not?
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Date: 2018-08-21 03:09 am (UTC)[He doesn't like to talk about him being weak. He hates the feeling, the emotions that come with the fact that he's not exactly happy with his new lot in life.]
I guarantee neither of them know my name, just that I'm having their child. Cause his stupid omega mate can't get pregnant, so I get to carry on that part.
[He stands there and removes the tarp that's covering him and just throws it away in disgust.]
So I get to bear a child that I'll never see and they get to pretend I don't exist. I haven't left my room since he forced me to come into his house or he'd make me miscarry.
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Date: 2018-08-21 03:19 am (UTC)Wrathion's always had a soft spot for the underdog in a situation. He leans forward. ]
So you know nothing about the house's day to day activities? None of the good gossip?
[ He's drawing cards from the proverbial deck and placing them in a formation in anticipation of his next flourishing reveal. He's only somewhat distracted by the brazier-light flickering off of Niles' skin, golden-tan in the fire's gaze. ]
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Date: 2018-08-21 03:22 am (UTC)[He's realized his fate in life and has accepted it to be the truth. Even though it hurts knowing that he's going to never get to see his child, or he's never going to get to do what he's best at ever again.
He's just going to be dead and gone with no one knowing his name. He crosses his arms over his chest.]
So I'm stuck in a 'harem' where it's just me and I get just enough food for myself and the kid to survive. I haven't seen sunlight in months.
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Date: 2018-08-21 03:32 am (UTC)He doesn't often act on whim... but one can hardly be known for their sharp-edged caprice if they didn't take a few mad risks every now and then, now could they? He sits up, crooking a finger at Niles and patting his lap. ]
Come. Sit.
[ He needed the intimacy to speak the next course of action, smile far more sinister and bloody sharp. ]
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Date: 2018-08-21 03:37 am (UTC)He gets comfortable, and slowly moves to look at him while sitting comfortably there.]
You're planning something, aren't you?
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Date: 2018-08-21 03:39 am (UTC)[ He threads an arm around Niles' waist, leaning in against his ear as if he were readying himself to whisper sweet little intimacies against the thief's skin, the tips of his nails prickling at Niles' pleasantly swollen side. ]
How'd you like the chance to wrap your hands around her pretty little throat before slitting his?
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Date: 2018-08-21 03:40 am (UTC)[He sits quietly still, nodding silently now as he begins to listen. Fingers moving to wrap around Wrathion's waist and keeping himself close.]
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Date: 2018-08-21 03:46 am (UTC)[ It's then that Wrathion's smile widens and he reaches up to slide the half-mask off. Now, it's known that the eyes of the pure-blooded dragons glow--but only one flight has a proclivity for ruby-red eyes, and they're all dead except one. Wrathion rests his forehead against Niles' in a mimicry of lover's affection, voice low in case the walls had ears... though if Wrathion's guards had done their job, the wall's ears belonged to Wrathion anyway. ]
Your lover's got his hands in a few pots he really shouldn't have them in. The king's quite cross--thus, he sent for me to resolve the issue in a manner fit to my choosing. Considering that the things he's dabbling in add up to treason, and I'm very fond of his majesty, well... my choice is obvious.
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Date: 2018-08-21 03:53 am (UTC)So they're good as dead? Fine by me.
[He doesn't mind one bit. He doesn't even need an explanation. He is happy to let them all die.]
When do we do it?
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Date: 2018-08-21 03:58 am (UTC)As soon as my men locate concrete evidence of the lord's wrongdoing, I'm given leave to act as judge, jury, and executioner. They're close; the less the lord suspects of me, the more likely he is to make a mistake and leave things in the open.
[ ... and. Well. Wrathion does have a naked man in his lap. ]
So, if you can tolerate playing my entertainment for a while more in order to make your 'master' think I've missed the scent, I'd see to it that you're rewarded with whatever you wish.
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Date: 2018-08-21 04:03 am (UTC)[He doesn't think it will, but there's a fear settling into his voice and into his eyes as if he knows that once his time is up, his time is truly up. They won't leave him alive if he knows.]
I can't do a damn thing to help you but please don't take long.
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Date: 2018-08-21 04:19 am (UTC)Two months? Dear man, I intend to have this resolved in two days. My very important time has other places to be spent.
[ He's playing with Niles' hair, curling a lock around his finger with an affectionate little hum. ]
Where will you go, when the work is done?
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Date: 2018-08-21 04:20 am (UTC)[But he feels relieved now that he knows he won't be trapped here forever. Sighing lightly.]
A whore house. Might as well, have to raise a kid somehow.
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Date: 2018-08-21 04:25 am (UTC)[ He continues to play with Niles' hair, a curiosity wiggling free of his better senses. ]
What did you do before you took to playing mother?
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Date: 2018-08-21 04:26 am (UTC)[He rubs his hand over his face with a laugh.]
At least if I work on it now, I won't be able to get pregnant again.
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Date: 2018-08-21 04:35 am (UTC)I've always got a use for loyal men of that caliber. [ ... because what's a mission if you don't pick up your reparations along the way? ]
The Black Prince is good to his people, I assure you.
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Date: 2018-09-02 05:45 am (UTC)And if it takes longer, I make no promises about working for you. Are we clear?
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Date: 2018-10-19 02:50 am (UTC)[ There's a glimmer of irritation in Wrathion's mien, a displeasure with being given an ultimatum, of all things... but he smooths it down. Thinks it over. Rolling his shoulder and runs the calculation, ruby-red eyes flickering as he thinks through the possibilities and the steps--before he finally gives a nod and a bit of a shrug. ]
Very well. Your hands will be stained with their blood by this time tomorrow--and as a result, you will serve me for the rest of your life. We've an accord?
[ He holds out a gloved hand, golden-tipped gauntlets glittering in the firelight with equal parts danger and promise, eyes burning with dragonfire. ]
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Date: 2018-11-13 04:28 am (UTC)[If he wants to get his revenge, he wants to do it while it's delicious and hot. He doesn't want to wait for them to choke and die.]
We have.
[Taking it and shaking his hand.]
I look forward to it.