Warnings: Evil. Kanil and Draugt are shamelessly wicked and enjoy ripping things to bits for shits and giggles. Slash. They're mates, and both male. Whoopty-fuckin'-do. Language. Kanil swears more than I do. And crossovery-goodness - Forgotten Realms/D&D. Oh, yeah, and this is a roleplay, so WIP, and it's character-centric, not plot-centric. ^.^ \m/
AN: This is a roleplay that sends two demons from the Dungeons and Dragons world of Forgotten Realms to the Gargoyle-verse. We're still in the middle of actually roleplaying it out, and seeing as how the 'plot' depends on how bored Gabs and I (Draugt and Kanil, respectively) get and what weird stuff we can think up, this might be rather long, or short, or weird as hell. But one thing's for sure, it'll be interesting. Now, there's -lots- of history behind Draugt and Kanil, half of which isn't edited, much less posted. However, the beginning of their tale can be found at Hybrid Theory or at http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1511004 . Draugt has a convenient lil profile here, but I'm too lazy to do the same for Kanil right now. Things gets a bit involved and the posted story leaves off -long- before this starts, so I'll give a basic synopsis. Kanil and Draugt met, decided to ally themselves to kill a couple of godesses, and have been rampaging the countryside since. Trailed to Calimport, a large southern city, by a group of heroes, they are recruited to join a mercenary informant band and work for its leader, Jarlaxle. This mission occurs approximately a year after they've been in Calimport, and about eighteen months after they meet. This is SLASH and there will likely be some quite explicit stuff later. Don't like it? Tough.
Enjoy.
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Why We Don't Set 'Lor Loose In Manhattan part 1
Draugt woke when the cool night breeze stirred his hair, sending frost-white strands across his skin ticklishly. He'd closed the window. There should be no breeze. Eyes cracking open, he glared at Jarlaxle, who was standing at his bedside with his arms folded and a mischevious look on his ebony features, tapping his foot quietly in impatience. "You know, I'm glad you have good instincts," he murmured under his breath, breaking into a grin. "Saves me the trouble of waking you. I... have a proposition."
Had Kanil been anywhere but the nice, comfy circle of Draugt's arms, he'd have been awake at the first sign of intrusion; as it was, on the rare occasion he felt truly safe, he slept like the dead. However, an unfamiliar voice cut -right- into that sense of safety, and he was awake in an instant, startled green eyes landing on Jarlaxle. The dark elf's presence was only slightly unexpected, though, and he didn't bother to feel overly threatened. If Bregan D'aerthe wanted them dead, they would be, quickly and irrevocably, and there -still- wouldn't be any point to worrying about it. Idly, he wondered just what Jarlaxle wanted, pushing a strand of shaggy, neon aquamarine hair over his shoulder with one dusky, reddish-skinned hand.
"Speak, then," Draugt growled, huddling under the covers and against Kanil, who stroked a hand over Draugt's hair, eyeing Jarlaxle. ~Drow must have bad timing on priciple.~
Jarlaxle took a bow. "Thank you. There's something I want, a magical item of power.... mm, low-end of the moderate range. About the same as the mask I was going to give you, as a matter of fact, but this is much more useful to ME. Getting ahold of the mask was... arduous, to say the least, for me and for Entreri. And since I'm rather involved in some other matters right now, I'm afraid I don't have the time to treck up north and obtain this thing. So I'd like you to go and get it for me. I hear you've got some talent killing mages..." one blue eye winked.
Kanil actually blushed, mind flickering back to -that- fiasco. He muttered something uncomplimentary under his breath in his native language before glancing down at Draugt, tilting his head. It didn't sound like too bad an idea. Which meant... "What's the catch?"
"A mage has the item. It means a trip up north, where it's turning cold, not that I'd imagine it would bother you." Jarlaxle smiled. "Either way, the mage in question is of decent power, far stronger than the one you two managed to destroy before, and he happens to specialize in dimensional barriers, portals, and Outsider entities. Which means he very well might be just the person to kill the both of you if you aren't careful."
That sounded somewhat more realistic. Kanil lifted a hand to run it through his hair, yawning widely and letting his tongue loll out as his jaw cracked out and back into its socket. "Well... it would be interesting, to say the least... koneko?"
Draugt nodded. "Fewer heroes up north," he mumbled.
Jarlaxle almost burst into laughter, but he refrained. "Mmmm.... I wouldn't count on it. So you'll take it then?"
"No reason not to," Kanil shrugged, a slight smile curving his lips. THIS was what he'd busted out for. Rampaging, robbing people, Draugt, traveling, hells, just being free to do as he wished, to cause however much chaos and mayhem he damned well felt like... oh, yeah. Being on a 'mission' for Jarlaxle was just a convenient excuse. Jarlaxle seemed to know it. "Well. I'll leave the two of you alone then. Make your own plans.... here is the information I've managed to collect." He dropped a sheaf of paper next to Draugt's blanket-covered foot. "Have fun." Tossing them a wink, he scampered out the window and back to his waiting human.
Kanil shifted, reaching out to scoop up the papers and turn back to Draugt with them. "Go back to sleep, or read 'em now?" he asked, fingering them curiously.
"You go back to sleep. I will read them," Draugt told him, extracting the papers from Kanil's hands. He curled, then sat up against the headboard, crossing his feet under him and leaning over the papers.
"Hey, now, I might be your bitch, and I might be -completely- inept, but... I still want to see." Kanil shifted until he could nuzzle against Draugt's side and read over his shoulder.
Draugt smiled warmly at him. "As you wish." He wrapped a wing around Kanil, who grinned and curled into him, poring over the papers curiously. "Map... he -did- give us a map, didn't he?"
Draugt nodded. "Right here." He gave Kanil the map as he began to read a synopsis of the accomplishments of the mage they were going to be robbing.
Kanil looked it over, murmuring to himself as he committed it to memory. His trainers had always been surprised that a kid like him had such a good mind for remembering maps. Even the great tapestry they had gotten from their last mage-encounter was still imprinted in there somewhere. The journey up north was clearly mapped out, and on the back of the larger map was a smaller one depicting the area itself.
Draugt was silent as he pored over his information. This felt nice, this... leaning against each other, reading together. There was something natural about it. Maybe in time, they would grow to be a real team, and learn to compliment each other, make up for each other's flaws automatically. Maybe in time Kanil would grow up a bit and Draught would soften some and they would be able to meet each other halfway as far as combat was concerned. They'd done well against the wererats, true... and he smirked fondly at the thought. But they'd been fighting seperately, each in their own element. Maybe eventually they'd fight TOGETHER, and it'd be as natural as it was for him to shift against Kanil's shoulder and purr at his warmth...
Kanil nodded, setting the map down and tilting his head to peer at whatever it was Draugt was reading. Gates, Dimension Doors, Passwall... little of it was anything but a niggling familiarity, forgotten technicalities from the classes he'd always done badly in. Most of his pleasure came from feeling Draugt warm and solid against him, his curiosity sated by their 'mission'. It was domestic bliss at its most bizarre, but Kanil sure as hell wasn't about to complain. Maybe someday he'd be worthy of it. Maybe someday he could hold his own and actually donate something to their mutual cause other than comic relief and his ass. Maybe someday...
Draugt leaned his head against the side of Kanil's. "Magic is no match for strategy," he said simply. "We will prevail."
Kanil grinned widely and extended his tongue, licking Draugt's lips. "And now I know not to pull anything -too- stupid," he said mischeviously.
Draugt smirked. "I can only hope. Is there anything we must do before we leave?"
"Mmmm... not that I can think of... except for one little thing." Kanil turned and kissed Draugt deeply, lips and tongue teasing the other's before he pulled away with a wink. "There we go. Good for the road! And good morning, koneko."
Draugt kissed Kanil back, smirking at him. "Good morning, khal'abbil."
"At least, I think it's morning. Not that I really give a shit, but hey, formalities have their place," Kanil mumbled lazily, stretching out over the sheets in a sprawl of dusky skin and bright hair. Draugt's eyes roamed over his body slowly. "They do. Have you noticed that saying 'good morning' is part of what makes the morning good?" he inquired flatly.
"I'm somewhat more inclined to think that saying good morning to -you- is what makes the morning good," Kanil purred, smirking up at his lover.
Draugt hiked an eyebrow. "I'm serious. Have you ever greeted someone and had them utterly ignore you? But when they say "good morning" back, it's much better."
"Draugt, kitten, the only greetings I gave before I met you were to the tatami in the morning, and it never returned my 'itai' as my face impacted with it," Kanil said dryly. Not much basis for comparison, there.
Draugt had to chuckle at that. "Mmm.... poor tatami. Knowing how hard your head is..." his talons traced along Kanil's cheek.
Kanil narrowed his eyes and mock glared at Draugt. "You suck, you know that? You really fucking suck." Despite his words, he leaned into Draugt's touch, butting his head into his lover's claws demandingly.
"Mmm, I've been told," he said lightly, scratching just a bit at Kanil's scalp, a soothing, gentle rasp of his talons against the half-elf's skin. "But for some reason, here you are."
"That, my darling, is because you suck very well," Kanil smirked, purring softly as he melted under Draugt's hand.
Draugt growled playfully and leaned over to nibble at his ear, since a nip would be just a bit too hard for that sensitive flesh. He could have gotten off on hurting Kanil... he liked to hurt people in general. But he knew Kanil wasn't into any but the most gentle forms of pain. A nip here, a scratch there, a pleasant ache THERE. But no more. If anything, Kanil had simply felt too much pain to get much of anything at all from it. A lot of it was the psychological factor, even though he'd have gladly given himself over to Draugt for whatever the other wanted to do with him. Except maybe complete sensory deprivation. But Kanil wasn't thinking about any of that at the moment. He was busy moaning softly and turning his head in invitation. Draugt knew what he was doing, for certain.
The papers fell to the bedspread. Draugt sucked at the tip of Kanil's ear, tongue flicking against that sensitive peak and trailing down the inner curve. His arms and his other wing wrapped around Kanil, hands moving gently over him. Kanil arched into Draugt's touch, a hand sliding up his lover's back to stroke the skin there lazily as he purred happily. -This- was domestic bliss, right here. Fuck goodness and light and all that happy crap. All he needed was a license to kill and his koneko and he was set.
Draugt purred louder as Kanil rubbed between his wing struts. "Ai shiteru," he murmured, nibbling along Kanil's jaw.
"Ai shiteru," Kanil agreed with a hiss, trailing his nails down Draugt's back. "Eien ni."
"And we do have forever," Draugt told him seriously, arching into Kanil's talons. "Demons, and all that."
"An eternity to cuddle you, kill things, fuck you, cause chaos, cuddle you some more, and watch humanity kill itself off. Oh, yeah," Kanil grinned, claws scraping over Draugt's skin. "An ideal existence."
"Sounds lovely," Draugt purred, moaning slightly as his teeth dug gently into Kanil's throat and he sucked at the sweet skin there.
Kanil groaned happily in agreement, tongue flickering out to trace his lover's ear as one hand sought out his lover's tail.
"Mm," Draugt murmured, tail flicking up against Kanil's hands. "Want me or want to pack? We should get going...." But he didn't stop licking and sucking his way down Kanil's throat, over his shoulder, down to his collarbone...
Kanil's sense of responsibility was severely stunted, but it -did- exist, even in its chibi-esque form. He reluctantly stopped petting Draugt's tail, though he didn't let go of it, and gently removed his lover's mouth from his neck and collar. "After we pack?" he compromised.
Draugt smiled. "Certainly." Pulling away from Kanil, and taking the blissful heat of his body and wings with him, he slid off the bed and searched for his tunic. He didn't have many possessions himself, just his art kit and his clothing.
Kanil sighed and resisted the urge to pout. Gods, but that whole thing about doing the right thing was a crock of shit. He rose to his feet and gathered his things, stuffing them into a sack. He eyed Slinky mournfully before sighing and setting the highly poisonous Thesali viper loose out the window. He didn't have much in the way of possessions either, although to him, who'd lived a century with nothing more than clothing and weapons, it was luxuriously extravagant.
Draugt packed up his art kit and the few paintings he was still working on. That rush-job for the half-elf had been intriguing. He'd never depicted someone he'd never seen before. He wondered idly how he'd done, but Lethe, who also had never seen Yuka up until that point, hadn't been able to tell him. He supposed he'd find out later. Kanil managed to cram all his belongings into one pack, shoving at them economically as he whistled a tune lightly. For someone whose singing voice was the bane of eardrums around the world, he could whistle pretty well. Draugt half-ignored him, but he could never really ignore Kanil anymore. He sensed the other male wherever he was, the brushes of his personality up against his consciousness. So even when he was paying Kanil no attention whatsoever, he could still feel that Kanil was comfortingly THERE, like the temperature or the breeze. The same thing went for Kanil. To his highly attuned senses, Draugt was the warmth at the edge of his mind, a familiar presence and one he could feel, more tangible than some physical things. He didn't stop whistling, though, a bizarrely happy little tine.
Draugt latched his case shut and hefted it. Not bad. He could carry all this without the benefit of a horse and be none the worse for wear; sometimes it was convenient to have very few possessions. And of course, his most important possession could walk on his own... his eyes found Kanil and he smirked privately.
Kanil poked his pack contemplatively. Should he, or shouldn't he? Finally he decided to, figuring it was safer to let Draugt know than to leave it here. He flopped onto the floor and pried up a floorboard, pulling out a small wooden black box and shoving it into his bag before tying it shut. Draugt hiked an eyebrow curiously. What would Kanil hide from him? He almost said something, but then decided against it. He had his secrets, after all. Kanil was entitled to his. Even though there was a little stab of hurt, Draugt viciously shoved it away by reminding himself that that little stab of hurt was probably exactly what Kanil felt when Draugt refused to tell him that he had a child. So they were even, and it was all right for Kanil to have this, and he would neither press the issue nor attempt to sneak a peak at the box.
Kanil looked up and smiled innocently, green eyes sparkling with mischevious duplicity. He didn't like hiding things from Draugt, but then it wouldn't be a SURPRISE and that was more than half the point. Especially because it would be a LOT funnier if Draugt were somewhat surprised. He rose, kicking the floorboard back into place before flopping onto the bed. Wisely enough, he'd left out clothes to yank on, but for now, the bed looked -very- comfortable. Draugt seemed to catch his thought and smirked, reaching over to tug on the blankets to remake the bed.
"No!" Kanil protested, clinging to the sheets.
Draugt blinked at him. "What?"
"After we pack, remember?" Kanil said slyly, tugging Draugt down.
Draugt smirked and shifted onto him, violet eyes amused. "Didn't realize you were desperate," he teased mildly.
"I'm always desperate for you, baby," Kanil purred, running a hand over his lover's cheek.
"If I don't fuck you, you won't leave me alone until we settle in for the morning far outside of Calimport, will you? We'll have to go by sea again," he realized.
"Pretty much, yes," Kanil grinned adorably. "And do you think we can pull the same thing again? I -could- always just rob some rich bastard and pay for a teleport."
Draugt pondered that. "Yes, true... why don't you do that? I don't think I like ships," he muttered.
"I'm none too surprised. You know, you still owe me a game of tic tac toe with entrails and eyeballs," Kanil said out of the blue.
Draugt smiled. "Indeed, I do. Does that mean you'd like my help, then?"
"Naw, I'm good. Gods know I've had enough practice. How 'bout we have that game once we get up north?" Kanil proposed. It would be all too easy to acquire the funds to achieve them a teleport north, and that could easily be done in the morning.
"All right then." Draugt smirked at him, running a finger down the bridge of his nose. Kanil had such delicate features, looked so much like an elf except for those slender, twisting horns... Kanil got his looks from his mother, that was for sure, though his coloring was anyone's guess. He wound arms around Draugt and pulled him close, purring into his neck. Draugt purred also as his familiar weight settled onto Kanil. He was so much shorter than his half-elf lover, yet they weighed about the same. Strong hands grasped his hips and wandered slowly up his body, ebony skin stroking dusky skin. Kanil nipped at Draugt's neck, tongue laving the spot as he rubbed against his lover happily. There was something intrinsically exquisite about feeling Draugt against him, all that soft dark skin, warm and smooth. Draugt�s purring intensified as his hands stroked back down, finding Kanil�s pants, untying them with practiced motions and working them down...
~some time later...~
Kanil slipped back through the window with a triumphant smirk on his face. The sky was just starting to lighten in the east, hints of blue streaking across the black sky as the elor tossed the bag onto the bed. It jingled and clanked, full of gold and jewels, more than enough to set them on their way. The place he'd stolen them from wouldn't even notice they were missing, there'd been so much bloody treasure. He'd also found something else, something that he wanted to give to Draugt... something clutched in one hand hopefully.
Draugt yawned and disentangled himself from the pillow he'd wrapped around in Kanil's absence. Violet eyes blinked up at Kanil, sly and sated, and then he slid off the bed and prowled toward his pile of clothes with a thunk.
"Ne, koneko!" Kanil sing-songed, throwing himself onto the bed with a huge grin. He held out one fist with bright eyes, nearly bouncing in his place. Draugt pulled his pants, tunic, and belt on and eyed him from the floor. "What do you have there?"
"For you," Kanil said simply, waving his hand.
"Well, show me what it IS then," Draugt said patiently.
Kanil opened his hand with a beaming smile. It turned out to be a raw amethyst the size of an eyeball in such a dark violet it seemed black, with a small cap of silver holding it to a chain. "Shiny."
Draugt smiled. "Thank you, Kanil." If it had been possible, Kanil would have been quite literally glowing; as it was, he was damned close. That necklace had been in with all the other gems and gold, and he couldn't help but scoop it up, thinking of his lover. Draugt tucked the bauble into his pack and stood. "Shall we?
"Suuure," Kanil said lightly, stretching out before hopping to his feet and slinging his pack over his shoulders and lifting the pouch of money. "There's a wizard down on Chimera street who can give us a ride for half this," he said, holding out a hand to Draugt.
Draugt took it and nibbled the knuckles. "And we trust him to drop us in the right place?"
"He works for money and doesn't give a shit beyond that, so yes, effectively," Kanil nodded, a slight smile decorating his lips.
Draugt shrugged. "Greed is one of the few emotions I trust," he said as he moved toward the door. "The cooler north awaits..."
~let's do the time warp again...~
When the mage's spell deposited them in the ideal place, Kanil was slightly disoriented, but not nauseated in the slightest. Actually, the first thing to strike him was a fierce curiosity. He looked all around inquisitively, the fingers of one hand still wound around Draugt's. "North sweet north."
"His laboratory is underground," Draugt said as he glanced around. "A dungeon, of sorts, where he can be undisturbed. I understand there used to be a castle above it, but there is no longer... it was demolished long ago by the Rashemen barbarians.
"The map said that there was a small rock formation and a pine grove. I'm not seeing any rocks, but I -do- smell pine needles," Kanil murmured, nose twitching as he glanced toward the trees near them, mostly oaks and maples. "Rock formation is probably leftover castle pieces."
Draugt nodded and raised his head, also scenting the wind. "This way..." He started off into the trees. Kanil followed him, silent on the still leaves covering the ground. The forest had the air of age and peace, not particularly welcoming, but not noticeably threatening either. It was a short way to a small stand of tall, dark pine trees, and something white glinted through them. Draugt couldn't have cared less about whether the forest wanted them there or not. He felt a certain kinship with rocks, but not with trees. He knew darkness and magma and pools of acid and glowing, screaming fungus. Creeping through the trees, a bit of blackness even darker than the night, he approached the stones.
The stones were great alabaster lumps of rock that had once been part of a wall, most likely the wall of the long-decimated castle. One seemed to be a bit off, though, and Kanil poked it curiously. Draugt let him explore and did some exploring himself, hoping that the mage was not so foolish as to set traps here, where any animal or wanderer could stumble onto them. There were no traps, but Kanil's hand dissapeared into the rock as he touched it, the surface of the stone rippling like thick water. "Yak!" the elor yelped, startled.
Draugt turned. "What is it?" he inquired, sliding toward Kanil.
Kanil moved his hand in and out of the not-there rock. "A... a portal of some kind, I think."
"No," Draugt murmured. "An illusion." He smirked in triumph. "Of course he would hide the true door with an illusion.. and a poorly constructed one at that. Specialists bore me so..." he stepped into the illusory wall and suffered a horrible surge of vertigo as he was transported deep into the mage's laboratory. Kanil followed, hot on Draugt's tail, and when the 'door' let them go, it was in a room with dozens of incredibly bizarre sigils on the floor and half a dozen doors, one on each wall of the hexagonal room. They were approximately in the center, standing on a white disk of stone.
"All right, not an illusion," Draugt admitted immediately, cursing himself for being so confident about something he knew nothing about. "Well, an illusion covering a portal..." shaking his head, he prowled off the disk, careful not to step on any of the sigils. Kanil said nothing for once, suppressing a slight smirk as he picked his way off the etched floor. "So which door, then?" he inquired lightly.
Draugt smirked. "You choose, thief. There is a reason I refrained from messing with wizards in the past. And with priestesses."
Kanil heaved a sigh. "Fine." He shut his eyes and mumbled something under his breath before turning and pointing at one of the doors. "That one."
Draugt smirked and nodded. "Traps?"
Kanil's sharp eyes ran over the floor between the door and where they stood, the doorframe and door itself also subjected to this intense scrutiny. "Nothing I can see. Might be a magical one or two, but I don't know."
Draugt sighed. "In that case..." he stalked over and tried the door. Even if a trap blew up in his face, he felt he probably had the strength to withstand it, unless it was far more powerful than a summoner should rightly be able to create.
The door refused to budge for a long moment, and finally pulled outward to reveal a long, dark hallway. The instant the door opened, however, the other five doors just... vanished. Kanil blinked and frowned warily, stepping close to Draugt. "I do -not- like this place," he muttered.
Draugt shrugged. "You don't have to like it. Now, hush. It would not do to be overheard." He prowled through the doorway, once again making a mental note to teach Kanil Drow Sign Language.
Kanil gave Draugt a dirty look and stepped through the doorway after him. Again, the moment they walked through, they suffered that flash of vertigo, and were once again in the exact center of the room with the sigils and disc on the floor. Perhaps it was a different one, or perhaps the same; the only real hint is that now there were only five doors.
Draugt sighed. "Of course." He looked around, counting the five doors, and then straightened his shoulders, picked one at random, and flung it open.
Another long, endless hallway, and the remaining four doors vanished. Kanil sighed and stepped through, not surprised at all to see - once again - that same room, now with four doors.
"Don't sigh. At least we are getting warmer through process of elimination. Though I somehow think the mage knows we are here by now." He picked another door.
"Honestly, if he didn't, I'd suspect Jar's assessment of his skills," Kanil muttered. This door opened into another room, this one small and rectangular, with a glowing doorway in the center. In that empty doorway was a mass of shifting, red and black tendrils of energy, twining around one another and stretching out of the door-frame. Kanil eyed it suspiciously; it looked remarkably like the gate that the Ekishou had used to send him to Faerun. Draugt scanned the room for another door, but the only thing resembling a door was that hole in the room's center. As the black and red vines shifted, a dark figure was revealed behind them, in the gaps of energy, as the little streamers pulsed and reached for Draugt and Kanil.
Draugt took Kanil by the shoulder and pulled him back. "Left," he hissed in Kanil's ear even as he darted to the right, out of sight of whoever might come through the portal. Kanil ducked into a roll and went right across the floor to the left, springing to his feet and staring in shock. The dark figure had been the mage behind the half-empty doorway, and now the wizard was looking from one of them to the other with a vaguely amused expression. "Intruding, are we? I can solve that," he said in a grating tone, shortly before the portal's tendrils surged out and wrapped around both of them, black and red latching onto Draugt and Kanil's flesh irrevocably and yanking them toward and right through the portal. And then there was only darkness.
end part one
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