Dias let himself into his room, held the door open for Ashton who shuffled in as if he was on his way to his own funeral (which he probably thought he was), and closed it behind them. "Sit down."
Ashton sat on the nearest convenient piece of furniture...which, he noticed with a small degree of alarm, was the bed. He made a little "eek" noise, stood up quickly, and relocated to a chair. "You're mad at me, aren't you?" he asked in a small voice.
"You've seen me mad. Do I look mad?"
Ashton thought about it a bit. "Well, no..."
"Okay then." Dias took the seat Ashton had just vacated, on the foot of the bed. "I thought you didn't like fortune tellers."
Ashton fidgeted nervously. "I...I don't."
Dias raised an eyebrow. "But you went to talk to one about me behind my back anyway?" Ashton nodded, looking direly ashamed of himself. "How long has this been going on?" Ashton opened his mouth to reply, and then closed it again. Dias sighed. "And calm down. I'm not going to bite you." /...unless you ask me to. rrgh no./
"W--well..." Ashton swallowed with an audible dry click. "Lacour, I guess...the tournament..."
Dias raised an eyebrow. "That long...were you planning on telling /me/ anytime in the near future?"
Ashton shrugged helplessly. "I, uh...didn't think you were...uh...into that kind of thing."
/Oh, hell./ Dias rubbed his forehead and sighed. "Is that a no?"
Ashton gave a sheepish little nod.
Dias opened his mouth, closed it again, and abruptly stood up, pacing to the window to stare out of it. /You've been looking at him too, and you damn well know it,/ he told himself, scowling at the window. Yeah, he'd caught himself looking a little longer than he probably should have a few times. If you took the dragons out of the picture, Ashton /was/ a cute kid. "Ashton, did the thought of /asking me/ if I ...was into that kind of thing ever cross your mind?"
"Well, yeah, but..."
"What?"
Ashton wibbled in his chair. "I couldn't!" he finally blurted out. "That's just--not something you just walk up and ask someone!" He sighed. "What was I supposed to say, anyway?"
Dias shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe something like 'Dias, are you g--' uh." /Damn. He's got a point./ "Okay. I guess I can see how that might have been a little tough."
"That, and I was kinda afraid you'd--"
"--kick your ass?" Dias glanced at Ashton over his shoulder and smirked. Ashton nodded sheepishly. "Don't you think I already would have if I was going to?" He chuckled softly. "I've been watching you lately, and I'm not sure I could take you out even if I wanted to. Just between you and me, that is. You tell anyone I said that and I'll give it a damn good try."
"Oh." Ashton sighed, cleared his throat, and picked at his robe. "Well...uh...are you?"
Dias shrugged again. "Might be."
Ashton laughed nervously. "Of course not, I didn't think you w--/what?!/"
Dias leaned against the wall and raised an eyebrow at Ashton. "You heard me."
"Ohmygod." Ashton hid his face in his hands. "Then--do you--uh--" He regained some vague semblance of composure and tried again. "You said--you've been watching me too?"
"Mmmhmm." Part of Dias's brain was enjoying the hell out of this little game. Another, smaller part was calling him five kinds of asshole for teasing the poor kid like that.
"Uh--" Ashton was growing more and more flustered. The dragons were blessedly silent; they were watching the whole exchange with great interest. "Do you--um--" He sighed sharply and rolled his eyes at his inability to choke the words out. "Was the fortune teller right?" he finally blurted out.
Dias shrugged again. "Maybe," he replied with a smirk. /That's enough,/ that whiny little bit of his brain snapped at him, and he sighed. "I haven't just been watching you in battle."
"Oh God." Ashton let out a feeble little laugh.
Dias raised an eyebrow at him. "If your face gets any redder I'm going to have a hard time telling you and that guy apart," he said, pointing at Gyoro. Gyoro snorted indignantly.
Ashton plucked nervously at his robe again. "What...what's going to happen now?"
"Couple of things could happen," Dias replied, stepping away from the wall and wandering a little closer to the chair Ashton was parked in. "You could leave, I could go back to whatever I was doing, and we could never speak of this again. Or you could come over here." He looked Ashton over, letting his eyes rove over him in such a way as to make it obvious which of the two options he preferred. "Your choice."
Ashton opened his mouth to reply, and a little whimpering noise came out of him instead. He looked at Dias...then at the door...then back at Dias. And then he stood up on wobbling legs, padding over to stand in front of Dias.
"Closer."
Ashton took another baby step closer to Dias
. Dias just smirked at him...and raised a hand to beckon him even closer. Ashton took the last baby step that would bring him to stand mere inches from Dias and stopped, staring up at him with wide eyes. For a few long moments, Dias just stood there, appraising the upturned face before him. Then he slowly bent to kiss Ashton...and stopped, his lips barely an inch away from Ashton's. Ashton whimpered softly.
That dangerous little smile widened just a tiny bit. "Then do something about it."
"I--" Ashton swallowed and gasped, his eyes wide and locked on Dias's. And then with a soft, helpless little cry, he closed the distance between them, stretching up a little to kiss Dias with a surprising amount of force. His hands rose to clutch handfuls of Dias's shirt; Dias figured he as probably doing this more to keep from falling down than anything else. Regardless of the reason for it, Dias took advantage of it, reaching up to wrap a hand around one of Ashton's wrists and hold it firmly in place against his chest. His other hand slipped around to curl around the back of Ashton's neck, holding him where he was--not so tightly that Ashton couldn't get away if he really wanted to, but tightly enough to tell him /you're mine now, you're not going anywhere./ Ashton's lips parted just a little to let a soft moan escape and Dias took advantage of that too, slipping his tongue past them.
"Mph--" Ashton jumped a little, startled, and Dias tightened his grip just a bit. His thumb stroked the layer of soft, thin black leather that stood between his hand and Ashton's, and the fingers of his other hand twined not quite gently into Ashton's hair as he deepened the kiss further. Slowly, gently, he pulled the hand he'd captured loose from his shirt and tugged Ashton's glove off, tossing it in the general direction of the chair. He claimed the hand once more and ran his thumb over the tattooed bracelet of Crests that encircled Ashton's wrist and snaked up to the back of his hand. Through a sort of haze, Dias noticed that Ashton's other hand had disengaged itself from his shirt and he was trying without much success to shake his other glove off. Dias released the hand he held once more to aid Ashton in losing the glove. Once that hand was freed, Ashton reached straight for the clasp of Dias's cloak, trying to work it open with trembling fingers. In fact, the rest of him was trembling as well. Dias broke off the kiss gently and nudged Ashton's chin up to nuzzle the soft skin of his throat. "You want me, don't you?" he whispered against Ashton's neck, taking great but quiet pleasure in the shivers and goosebumps that came after.
Ashton nodded helplessly, still fumbling with Dias's cloak. Finally, he got his fingers to cooperate and undid the clasp, letting the cloak drop to the floor and reaching up to clutch at Dias's shoulders.
Dias chuckled softly, nipping and suckling gently at the hollow of Ashton's throat. He slid his now-unoccupied hand around Ashton's waist, pressing it against the small of his back and drawing Ashton's body against his. Yeah, it was pretty obvious now just how much Ashton wanted him; he could feel the younger man's arousal, hard against his thigh, through their respective layers of clothing. He slid his hand down a little further, smiling faintly at the gasp and moan Ashton let out in response.
It occurred to Dias at this point that the collar of Ashton's cloak, being covered in fur the way it was, was not a fun thing to accidentally get in his mouth. In order to remedy that condition, he ducked his head down a bit lower, pulling the knot in the cord holding it closed loose with his teeth. That done, he released his grip on Ashton's neck to pull the garment away and toss it indifferently aside. "Much better," he whispered, tracing his tongue down Ashton's throat to the collar of his robe. Dias's arm tightened on Ashton's waist, holding Ashton snugly against him; his other hand slid up Ashton's chest and searched for whatever device might be holding his robe closed. At length, it happened upon a series of tiny buttons. Dias slowly undid the buttons, trailing his tongue over the smooth skin thus revealed, savoring the little noises Ashton made as he did. His hands reached Ashton's belt, untied it, and let it fall. "Do you want me to stop?" he whispered, even as he slipped one hand under Ashton's half-open robe to brush fingertips over the skin beneath. Ashton let out a shaky laugh, his fingers biting into Dias's shoulders.
"God, no."
"Good." Dias rubbed Ashton's nipple, gently at first, then more firmly as he felt it harden beneath his fingertips. "I don't think I can," he murmured against Ashton's chest; his mouth claimed the other nipple, and his free hand continued downward to unbutton Ashton's robe as far as he could reach standing up. When he could reach no more tiny little buttons, Dias sank to his knees, deliberately sliding his body against Ashton's on the way down, and continued, mentally grumbling about the number of damned buttons on the robe and how whoever designed it needed to be dragged out into the street and beaten with a large blunt object. The final button fell open at last, leaving Dias to notice that Ashton had been hiding a damned nice body under that robe...and that Ashton was also hiding a rather...odd taste in underwear under that robe. He couldn't help but laugh for a second. /Ashton. Is wearing. Boxers with blue and green bunnies on them,/ he thought with a smirk, running his hands down Ashton's legs. /BUNNIES, for God's sake./ Truth be told, Dias expected that if there was anything amusing printed on Ashton's underwear, it would have been barrels. One at a time, he lifted Ashton's feet up to pull his boots off; setting them aside, he reached up, hooked his fingers into the elastic of the bunny shorts, and tugged them off. He regarded them for a second with another soft laugh and shake of his head before tossing them aside. That done, he slid his hands back up to Ashton's hips. He paused for a moment, letting his eyes rove up Ashton's body for a moment; he ducked his head forward then, running the tip of his tongue up Ashton's length in a quick, teasing stroke.
"Oh, /God!/" Ashton's fingers clamped down hard on Dias's shoulders, and a helpless shudder passed through his body. his hips jerked forward, trying to follow that touch, but Dias's hands held them back. He whimpered something mostly unintelligible, and Dias drew back, looking up at him with a sly smirk.
"I didn't catch that," he said, loosening his grip on Ashton and tracing his fingertips over the ridges of his hipbones.
Ashton gasped in a breath and shivered again. "Dias...p--please..."
Dias raised an eyebrow at him. "Please what?" Although he damn well knew what Ashton was "please"ing for.
Another soft whimpering noise slipped past Ashton's lips, and he blushed anew as he tried to choke the words out. "...suck me...please..."
Dias chuckled softly. "Well...since you asked so nicely..." He closed his eyes and took just the tip of Ashton's shaft into his mouth, flicking his tongue against the sensitive underside. Ashton let out a soft little cry and tried to thrust deeper into Dias's mouth, but Dias moved with him and the hands on his hips tightened again, holding him back. Dias kept up this sweet torment a little while longer, drawing back whenever Ashton tried to press forward, suckling gently and caressing that sensitive spot with his tongue. Gradually, he began to take Ashton in deeper, fractions of an inch at a time. Ashton just held onto Dias's shoulders to keep his balance and made a lot of delicious little noises...which stopped suddenly, replaced by an "...uh? What the--" and then a wail of "HEY! Do you MIND!?" Dias did not release Ashton from his mouth, but he opened his eyes and looked to his left...to find himself face to face with Gyoro.
"Awwrk?"
He looked to the other side then; Ururun peered back at him curiously.
"Awroo?"
Dias drew back, shaking his head. An audience he could deal with. A dragon audience simply would not do. He felt behind him with one hand and came upon the hem of his cloak...and with his other hand, he pointed to the window. "What the hell is that!?" he exclaimed.
The reaction was immediate, and the one Dias was after. Both dragons perked up, craning their necks up to look at whatever nonexistent thing Dias had pointed at. In a blur of blue hair and flying cloak, Dias neatly wrapped up the dragons into a bundle and tied the cloak off with Ashton's belt to prevent their escape. There was a bit of bewildered thrashing and "awwrk!"ing from the bundle...and then silence.
Ashton frowned...and then laughed softly. "I think they're asleep."
/And apparently not too bright./ Dias chuckled softly, kneeling in front of Ashton once more. "Now where were we..." This time he dispensed with the preliminaries, taking Ashton fully into his throat.
Ashton let out another cry, louder this time; he clutched at Dias's shoulders, bearing down on them to stay on his feet. His hips rocked forward again, and this time Dias did not draw back; in fact, one of Dias's hands slid back to cup the smooth curve of his ass, kneading it firmly and encouraging him to give up just a little more of the tenuous control he held. He slipped his other hand down between Ashton's legs, caressing his balls; one finger stretched back to rub against the sensitive spot behind them. Ashton's moans and cries took on a sudden muffled quality as Dias felt one of his hands disengage itself from his shoulder. He drew back to tease the head of Ashton's shaft with his tongue again and opened his eyes to look above him; Ashton shuddered helplessly, the back of one wrist pressed hard against his mouth to staunch the flow of moans and wails.
Dias kept up the teasing a bit longer, his hands still working subtly against Ashton's flesh, then took him deep into his throat again. A low, steady, purring growl rumbled in the back of his throat; his hand curled more firmly over Ashton's balls, stroking them in rhythm with his thrusts, and Ashton cried out something that might have been Dias's name (among other unintelligible things) against his wrist. Dias tightened his throat around Ashton, taking the other man's thrusts easily, stepping up the intensity of his caresses and of the deep growling noise that vibrated against the head of Ashton's shaft. Ashton let out one final muffled cry, shivered, stiffened, and surrendered to release, emptying himself into Dias's mouth with a long shuddery wail.
Dias drew back slowly, lapping gently at Ashton's shaft; Ashton simply leaned on Dias's shoulders, panting and whimpering as his body began to relax. And then he sank bonelessly to his knees, dropping his forehead against Dias's chest with a shaky sigh. Dias wrapped one arm around his waist, holding him close, reaching his other hand up to brush stray locks of Ashton's hair out of his face. "So noisy," he purred, nuzzling Ashton's forehead.
Ashton let out a soft, breathless laugh. "Sorry..."
"No." Dias nipped gently at Ashton's earlobe. "I like it." He traced his tongue around the edge of Ashton's ear, and Ashton shivered anew. "Now the question is..." Again his hand curled around the back of Ashton's neck to twine fingers into the other man's hair. "...what do you plan on doing for me?"
A wordless little murmur sounded against Dias's chest, and Ashton reached up to pluck at the buttons of Dias's shirt. His fingers were still trembling, but that nervous edge was gone now. "Can we get off the floor?" he asked a bit timidly, pulling two buttons open as he did so.
Dias considered it for a moment and decided that would probably be a good idea. He stood up, offering Ashton a hand in getting to his feet as well, and sat down on the bed with his back against the headboard. He kicked his boots off, letting them drop to the floor with a thunk, and Ashton resumed the task of helping Dias out of the rest of his clothing. He bent down to kiss Dias's neck, tracing the lines of tendon and muscle with the tip of his tongue, and Dias leaned his head back and purred his approval as Ashton unbuttoned his shirt. Meanwhile, Dias assisted by unbuckling his belt and getting it out of the way, leaving a clear path for Ashton to work with.
The last button parted under Ashton's fingers, and Dias shrugged out of his shirt, tossing it aside with little care for where it landed. He remembered that Ashton was not quite undressed at this point, and as Ashton set about removing his pants he pondered the logistics of getting Ashton completely out of his robe without untying the dragons. /Hell with it,/ he thought, raising his hips off the bed just enough for Ashton to tug his pants off.
Once that last barrier was removed, Ashton slid back up to nuzzle Dias's throat again, slowly working his way down. His hands whispered over Dias's skin, down his chest and over his stomach, brushing gently over the rigid length of his shaft. Dias's eyes drifted shut with the sensation, and he leaned his head back again with a sigh, lifting a hand to rest it against the back of Ashton's head and twine idly into his hair. Ashton's hand curled around him, stroking him gently; his mouth fell upon a nipple and suckled at it, his tongue caressing the sensitive flesh. Dias rocked his hips upward, thrusting slowly into Ashton's hand, silently encouraging him to continue. Ashton gradually suckled and nibbled and kissed his way down Dias's chest, trailing his tongue over the smooth muscles of his stomach, and paused there to lay his cheek against Dias's hip for a moment. "Go ahead," Dias purred, a small vaguely amused smile curling his lips. Ashton shifted a bit to lie on his stomach between Dias's legs; slowly, carefully, he took Dias into his mouth, curling his tongue around the head. Dias let out a soft groan, biting back the urge to thrust for now. He curled his hand around the back of Ashton's neck, absently fiddling with the ends of his hair. Ashton took him in deeper, a little at a time; not teasing, just getting accustomed to Dias's length. Well, maybe he /was/ teasing a little. Dias couldn't fault him for that; after all, he'd done it to Ashton first. And it just felt too damned /good./ Another low purr, closer to a growl, rumbled softly in his throat. His hips rose again, testing Ashton with one careful thrust; Ashton drew back with a bit of a start and a soft noise of protest, but he curled his hand around Dias's shaft again to compensate.
Dias clenched his jaw and let out another groan; the urge to just take hold of Ashton and drive himself into his mouth reared its head again, and Dias fought it back. /Not yet,/ he told himself firmly. Ashton stroked and suckled at Dias's shaft, moving in a slow, steady rhythm; he shifted back up onto his knees, blushing faintly as he slipped his free hand down to stroke his own length. Dias opened his eyes halfway and lifted his head up to watch. "You like doing this, don't you?" he murmured, gently kneading the back of Ashton's neck. Ashton made a soft little "mmmhmm" noise in reply, and Dias drew in a sharp hissing gasp at the vibration that little sound created. He dropped his head back again, thrusting into Ashton's mouth, trying to be careful not to choke him. Ashton's hand tightened on the base of his shaft, stroking him harder, faster, his tongue scraping against the sensitive underside of the head, the sensation building until Dias could no longer trust himself to be gentle.
With a soft growl, Dias pulled back, cupping Ashton's chin in his hand. "Not yet," he whispered, tipping Ashton's chin up so that he could look into his eyes. He drew his hand back a bit, tracing a fingertip over Ashton's lips; Ashton moaned softly and suckled the finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. "Come here."
Ashton nodded obediently, crawling up to kneel astride Dias's hips, reaching back to flip the tail of his robe to one side; he reached out absently to run his fingers through Dias's hair. Dias leaned into the touch, purring softly. He wrapped one hand around Ashton's length and stroked him slowly; he slid his other hand around Ashton's hip and carefully worked the finger Ashton had been sucking on inside him, watching the other man's reaction. Ashton jumped slightly, drawing in a little whimpering gasp, but did not shrink back from it. A second finger joined the first, working slowly in and out of him, preparing him for something even more intense. Ashton's eyes were closed, his brow furrowed, his teeth clenched slightly, but no protest appeared to be forthcoming. Dias's fingers slid from him slowly, replaced immediately by the pressure of his shaft, hard against the sensitive opening. He gritted his teeth and entered Ashton then, forcing himself to go slowly, carefully watching the other man for any sign that this was unwelcome. Ashton yelped softly and dug his fingers into Dias's shoulders again, but he didn't seem to be in any great degree of discomfort. "You've done this before," Dias remarked, gradually easing himself inside. Ashton let out a soft, shaky laugh.
"It's been a while," he gasped out. "Just give me a minute..."
"Tell me when you're ready." Dias closed his eyes again, letting out a soft shuddering sigh and running his thumb over the tip of Ashton's shaft. He pulled his knees up a bit, and Ashton leaned back against them gratefully. They remained like this for some moments; Ashton trying to relax and adjust, Dias stroking him slowly and forcing himself to remain otherwise still until he did.
Ashton let out a low, soft moan and rocked his hips forward to thrust into Dias's hand, and Dias opened his eyes. Slowly, carefully, Dias withdrew from him and then slid back; Ashton cried out softly and met the stroke with one of his own.
"G--go ahead," Ashton whimpered, loosening his grip on Dias's shoulders a bit--only to claw at them again with another, louder cry as Dias plunged into him again with more force.
"Am I hurting you?" Dias asked, and Ashton just shook his head /no./ "Good." With that, he released Ashton's shaft and curled his hands around the smaller man's hips, clamping down on them. Ashton let go of Dias's shoulders; he reached down to take his shaft into one hand and pressed the back of his other to his mouth again to muffle his cries as Dias moved within him, rubbing against something incredibly sensitive deep inside. Dias kept his eyes open, watching Ashton intently. His breath came in gasps and growls; the sight of Ashton shivering and moaning as he pleasured himself eroded his control down to one thin wire, stretched nearly to the point of snapping. Ashton's cries and shudders intensified with Dias's thrusts, and just as he neared the brink of release, Dias's hands flashed up, seizing both of Ashton's, effortlessly pinning both of them behind Ashton's back. He held Ashton's wrists in one hand, almost tightly enough to hurt but not quite; he pressed the thumb of his other hand at the base of Ashton's shaft, holding him right at the edge. Ashton wailed helplessly, trying to lean forward to press his mouth against Dias's shoulder, and Dias held him back to prevent his doing so. "Oh God!" Ashton cried, his head dropping forward. "Oh God--Dias--/please--/"
"No," Dias growled, and Ashton whimpered in frustrated reply. "As much--as I love--hearing you beg me--" His movements punctuated the words; he drove himself into Ashton, hard, and Ashton let out another urgent half-sobbing cry. "I'm not--done with you--yet!" Dias dropped his head back as that last thin wire of control snapped, thrusting violently into the younger man. His lips curled back, baring his teeth, and he snarled like a wild animal; quite suddenly he let go of Ashton's hands and clamped his own down on Ashton's hips again. Ashton raised a hand to his mouth once more; and Dias snatched it away, holding the wrist tightly, but he made no move to keep Ashton from stroking himself.
Ashton threw his head back and let out a loud, ragged wail, his body stiffening and tightening around Dias's shaft as he came, and the sensation dragged Dias over the edge as well. His hips jerked up in one last violent thrust, and as he exploded into Ashton a series of snarling, growling roars tore themselves from his throat. A dim awareness that his fingernails were digging into Ashton's hip floated into his mind, but at this point there was little he could do about it. Gradually, he stilled, his breath still coming in soft ragged growls; Ashton dropped his forehead to Dias's shoulder, gasping and panting weakly. Dias withdrew from Ashton carefully, hissing softly as he did, and reached down to gently pull Ashton's hand away from his shaft; he drew it to his lips, licking it clean, and Ashton shivered and moaned softly against him.
"Oh my God," Ashton whimpered, and Dias chuckled softly.
Dias released Ashton's wrists, and Ashton let his hands sink to Dias's chest to trace lazy little patterns over his skin. The distinct feeling that Dias was forgetting something reared its head.../Ugh./ He reached over Ashton's shoulder, untying the belt securing Gyoro and Ururun within his cloak, and begrudgingly freed the dragons. They regarded him with an indignant "hmph!" and then made a big show out of turning their noses up and ignoring him. "You okay?" Dias murmured against Ashton's temple, and Ashton nodded weakly.
"Yeah..." Ashton sighed contentedly and snuggled against Dias's shoulder. "Dias...I--I love you..."
Dias closed his eyes and dragged his fingers through Ashton's hair. "I'm not a safe person to love," he muttered darkly, and Ashton shrugged a little. "Fine," Dias mumbled, holding Ashton against him. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He opened his eyes and peered down. "You falling asleep on me?"
"Hmm?" Ashton gave a small, sheepish little laugh, wrapping one arm around Dias's neck. "Guess so."
Dias let out another soft sigh and nuzzled Ashton's forehead, pressing a gentle kiss against it. He reached over to the night table, clicking the lamp off, and slid down to lay his head on the pillow. Just before he too fell asleep, the dragons "awwrk"ed softly at him and pecked him lightly on the top of his head.
He opened one eye and peered at them. "What do you want?"
Ashton fidgeted in his sleep and muttered something that sounded like "...barrel" against Dias's chest. The dragons eyed Dias. They looked rather proud of themselves.
"Yeah, okay, thanks." Dias scowled at them. "Now shut up and go to sleep."
"Awwrk. Awroo." The dragons snickered softly, curled up, and slept. Dias heaved a little irritated sigh and did likewise, cradling Ashton in his arms as he drifted off.
