Why We Don't Set 'Lor Loose In Manhattan part 3
In the library, Draugt had climbed into a large, overstuffed recliner and was looking through a very large book, which happened to be a photographic compilation of Renaissance artwork. Kanil glanced over Draugt's shoulder and rolled his eyes. "Artists."
"I like this one," Draugt said, pointing to a painting that was obviously a mural that took up an entire wall in some churchlike building. It was a depiction of souls screaming and writhing in agony, being tormented in every imaginable way, at the bottom. At the top, men rested and reclined, basking in a glorious light. In the middle was that same woman with that same child, with the halos around their heads, that they had seen in the ritual space.
Kanil turned and bounded toward a shelf, craning his neck to look up at the highest rows of books. There had to be something here he could read, or at least entertain himself with. After a good ten minutes of skimming, he found a shelf of reference books and, lo and behold, a Japanese to English translation dictionary. He headed back toward Draugt and examined the image his lover was looking at. "Looks like fun," he grinned, perching on the edge of the chair and starting to, quite literally, read the dictionary, mind absorbing every new word. Draugt smiled at him and remained engaged with his book.
Kanil had a thing for languages, which was why it had been so easy to teach Draugt common, and he managed to cram at least a hundred words, if not more, into his head in the time that followed, completely involved as his lips moved, forming the words. Draugt left him alone, going through book after book of artwork before hunting down something simple to read, something with a LOT of pictures. A bird book? It seemed like a fine place to start.
By the time Kanil had gotten through most of the dictionary, he figured he could carry on a grammatically horrid but somewhat accurate conversation in English, and he was pretty sure he could read some of it, too. He found a simple book, probably written for children, and attempted to give himself an idea of the grammatical structure that one simply could not get from a dictionary. Draugt was engaged in just about the same endeavor, using the pictures to attach to the words.
Kanil looked up and grinned suddenly. "This will be -fun-," he crowed, edging his way into Draugt's lap. "A whole new world to rampage, new toys to play with... oh, just think of the possibilities!"
Draugt set the book aside and wrapped his arms and wings around Kanil. "Yes, I agree. So many things to learn, a whole new kind of world," he murmured nuzzling against Kanil's throat.
Kanil snuggled into Draugt, winding his arms around his lover's neck with a purr. "And if we can learn all this stuff and take that knowledge home with us..." he trailed off, letting Draugt draw his own conclusions.
Draugt smirked. "We would be unstoppable. But let's leave off talking about home for a while.... there's very little for me there."
"Or me," Kanil said thoughtfully. "So... should we just stay?" It was certainly a thought, but Kanil had enjoyed his dubious freedom of not needing much of a disguise. Here, that was different, but for Draugt, it was a consideration no matter where he went.
Draugt shrugged. "We should live in the moment and make no plans. And when it comes time for us to consider such things, we will consider them with the weight of experience backing our decisions."
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," Kanil mused, nuzzling closer to Draugt. Everything made so much more sense whe he was curled into his lover's arms. "We'll burn that bridge when we get there, or something like that."
Draugt smirked. "Or destroy that portal..."
Kanil laughed. "And squish the mage who made it!" he crowed gleefully.
"I wasn't aware you had anything against Demona," he said conversationally. "Since she's the mage who'll be making our portal home, if and when it comes to that.
"Well, when you put it that way... she's not too bad. I get the feeling we lucked out, ending up in a place where we -weren't- attacked on sight - wait, we were... oh, well, I'm sure you know what I mean. It's weird to be... accepted, I guess."
"There are others like us in this world. Not the same species, perhaps, but we can PASS for the same species... we aren't alone anymore."
That sent a little wave of unease through Kanil. The main reason they'd joined forces was becuase they'd been the only ones like them in the world. What if Draugt... changed his mind, or something? He struggled to dismiss that thought as absurd, but it still lurked at the back of his mind, making his cat green eyes glow with the air of the troubled.
Draugt didn't miss it. "Does that make you unhappy?" he inquired.
Unhappy wasn't really the word for it. Kanil shook his head. "No..." he said slowly. "Just... insecure." He'd never really been too sure of himself to begin with; he was just -really- good at faking it.
"Aa." Draugt's wings tightened around him and his tail wrapped around Kanil's leg. "What is it you fear?"
Kanil looked down, stubbornly resisting the urge to crack his knuckles. What did he fear? He feared losing Draugt, but he very well couldn't say it. He didn't think he could make his mouth form the words. And hell, saying it would just make him look stupid and immature and would make Draugt even -more- likely to want to be rid of him.
Draugt waited patiently, violet eyes narrowing as he appraised Kanil. "I look forward to confronting this clan of human-lovers. Do you?"
Kanil nodded. It would indeed be great fun to convince a bunch of goody two shoes that they were their kind, and be all friendly, and then rip them to pieces. The very idea gave him the warm fuzzies.
Draugt nodded. "Do you think we will have trouble acclimating to this world? We certainly have the deck stacked in our favor. Demona is a woman of many resources."
Draugt was trying to narrow it down some. Kanil could tell that much. "That's not it," he murmured, finally succumbing and twisting one hand into the other, popping the joints of his fingers repeatedly.
Draugt winced and took his hands. "Stop that," he scolded mildly, pulling one of Kanil's hands up to his mouth and nibbling at the inside of his wrist. "Then tell me what it is."
"It's nothing, really," Kanil lied lamely, somehow managing to crack the knuckles of his free hand against his jaw.
Draugt hiked an eyebrow dryly. "Kanil," he chided, "I thought you trusted me."
"I do," he protested, looking up with sadly earnest green eyes.
Draugt kissed him. "Then talk to me. How in the Nine Hells do you expect me to know what's bothering you if you don't give me a clue? Baka."
"It's just.... I'm worried that... that you'll realize... what a mistake it is," Kanil mumbled, cracking his jaw out of the socket and back in again.
"Mistake? Staying here?"
Kanil shook his head, feeling rather miserable as he freed his hands to keep popping his knuckles.
"Then what?" Draugt prodded. Impatience curled in his gut, but he ignored it. Sometimes, like a guilty child, Kanil just needed to be asked a thousand times before he got up the guts to answer the question.
"Me," Kanil said softly, eyes fixed on his hands.
"You're worried that I will realize what a mistake you are," Draugt repeated, to be certain he understood.
"A mistake... in loving me." Kanil's voice was a tiny whisper that seemed at odds with his usual spastic personality.
"Hm." Draught nodded. Then he shifted Kanil in his arms and stood up abruptly, storming out of the library with Kanil in his arms and barely leashed... SOMETHING... in his stride.
Kanil winced. Damnit, WHY had he said anything? He should have known better. Gods only knew what Draugt would think of him and his stupid fears. He couldn't help but cling to his lover, though, wanting to stay there for as long as possible, even if Draugt forsook him here and now.
Draugt had an uncanny sense of direction, as most Drow tended to, living in the Underdark where the slightest mistep could turn you around and upside down. He navigated swiftly back the way they'd come, finding their assigned quarters without too much trouble and taking the suite Demona had said was his. He dumped Kanil on the bed and stormed back to the door, slamming and locking it.
Kanil curled into a ball, sitting up most of the way as he watched Draugt. He didn't want to be used and thrown away. He didn't mind being used, but being thrown away... it had been the story of his life. He refused to think about that then, though, and wound his hands together, trying to pop joints that had only recently been cracked. Draugt laid a hand on the door, talons scraping audibly down the surface.
Kanil's ears folded back as he stared at Draugt. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, looking down like a submissive animal.
"You should be."
"I... I know I'm worthless and I know I'm stupid and a fool and I was an idiot to think..." That someone could love him? That anyone would want to? Gods, he WAS an idiot.
Draugt chuckled darkly, his tone dangerous. "Mm. Perhaps. Are you contesting my claim on you, Kanil?"
Huh? Wha? Huh? Three excellent questions. Kanil looked up at Draugt, confusion evident in his eyes. "...Iie."
"I see. That's funny. Because it sounds.... it SOUNDS like you expect me to withdraw it. Do you think I should?" He turned his head, violet eyes hard.
Kanil shivered. He looked like a miserable, beaten child, and it was disturbing how fitting the semblance was. "No," he whispered. Please, anything but that... For a moment, Kanil made a mental note to cut out his fucking tongue the next time he wanted to say something so bloody retarded.
Draugt smirked and walked toward him, fingers curled into claws. "Well. I suppose that's a good thing," he said flatly, reaching the bed and taking Kanil by the ankle and shoulder, jerking him back down out of his sitting position.
Kanil let out a startled breath, eyes snapping up to regard Draugt. Confusion and... was that -fear-? No, it couldn't be... glittered in those green depths as he tensed, half expecting Draugt to hit him. He didn't think he'd do that, but you could never be sure.
Draugt climbed up onto the bed, straddling Kanil's legs and tearing his tunic free from his belt. He practically ripped it off of Kanil, yanking it over his head and unbuckling the belt, his eyes nearly black with some internalized emotion.
"Draugt?" Kanil whispered, eyes wide. He was only somewhat surprised at Draugt's apparent intention; more stunned was he that once confronted with the truth of Kanil's inadequacy, that he -still- hadn't tossed him to the side.
"Shut up," Draugt told him firmly, shifting off of Kanil's legs and pulling the belt out from under him as he untied his pants and worked them roughly down. "There is nothing to be said, except this, because apparently I haven't said it often enough: ..." Ine hand continued to work his pants down and off as the other slid two talons into his mouth, sucking briefly, then plunging them into Kanil's body. "You are MINE."
Kanil cried out, eyes clenching shut. Draugt was going to fuck him senseless, and he knew it just as surely as he knew that it would be deliciously, sweetly painful. His hands scrabbled for purchase and wound in the sheets as he arched his back, biting the inside of his cheek until he bled.
Draught growled, fingers sliding deeper into Kanil, scissoring, stretching and teasing him as his other hand finally tore his boots off and the pants with them and settled on Kanil's shoulder, holding him firmly to the mattress. He worked his lover's body methodically, rubbing the tips of his fingers against his prostate. Kanil rocked into Draugt's hand with a soft whimper, head snapping to the side. His tongue flickered out of his mouth, lashing the air as he trembled, made senseless by the sudden, brutal assault. Draugt claimed him, was doing so again, and would a thousand thousand more times. Maybe this time, he wasn't forsaken. Maybe he was really and truly wanted, needed.
His fingers slid free and Draugt pushed Kanil's legs apart, kneeling between them and releasing him momentarily as he unbuckled his own belt and let his breeches fall to his knees. He spat in his palm, fingers curling around his erection, slicking it. Then he slid his hands under Kanil's ass and lifted him, finding his entrance and slamming home with a growl. The only noise that escaped Kanil was a strangled, choked groan that rippled up into the air as he shook, reaching up to grab desperately at Draugt's shoulders. He wound his legs around his lover, eyes finally opening to look up at him, clouded with... were those tears? Draugt growled again and stripped his own tunic off, wings flaring as he surged forward, driving into Kanil to the hilt and sliding one arm under his lower back, to hold him against Draugt even as his other hand skimmed under Kanil's thigh, gripping him bruisingly hard. He pressed down against him, teeth finding and tugging at the lobe of his ear, and took him hard and deep, slamming his hips against Kanil's thighs. "Mine," he whispered as he drove into his lover, caressed by the deepest parts of his body. "Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine."
"Anata no," Kanil agreed breathlessly, writhing in Draugt's iron grip to meet those thrusts. So perfect, so -right- it was, to be owned, to be taken, to be demanded by Draugt. He was already on the edge, stressed emotionally, and that translated into this as he panted, clawed fingertips digging into Draugt's skin as he quivered uncontrollably.
Draugt pulled back and drove forward again, snarling as Kanil's body gripped him, tore deep shivers of pleasure from his muscles. "You're SO right," he growled in Kanil's ear, lifting his hips as he did so, cock driving in against Kanil's prostate, filling him. "So perfect..." His teeth dug into Kanil's shoulder as he shuddered again.
Him? Perfect? If that had penetrated the fog any more deeply, it would have made his permanent insecurity protest; as it was, that little voice was quite ruthlessly silenced as Draugt wrung him to the point of orgasm and beyond. He let out a cry, shaking as he clutched to Draugt, whispering something over and over as he quaked, body unbearably tight.
Draugt gasped and slammed his hips forward, burying himself in Kanil's tight, welcomeing heat as he came. His wing struts quivered and his tail lashed as he cried out, thrusts slowing, withdrawing almost entirely before sliding back in, milking them both for all they were worth. "I can't hear you," he told Kanil, talons digging into his hips in mild reproach.
"Not... forsaken," Kanil managed shakily, clinging to Draugt with all the wavering strength he had. His body was alight with sensation, even now, as he slowly spiraled down from that exquisite physical high. "Ai shiteru... I'm so sorry..."
He smiled, finally, nuzzling into Kanil's neck and purring loudly, reassuringly. "Boku no Koibito.... forever, Kanil. I love you."
Kanil broke down, shaking as he buried his face in his lover's shoulder. Something wet made itself known there as he purred stutteringly.
Draugt pulled out of him slowly, untangling them and kicking his pants the rest of the way off. He slid off of Kanil and up next to him, manipulating him - MUCH more gently this time - until they were both secure under the covers. He kissed Kanil's forehead, and his cheekbones, licking up the tears and stroking his face gently. And then he wrapped his arms, wings, and tail around Kanil and held him until the tears stopped, murmuring softly to him. "I love you. I love you. I love you."
Kanil curled into Draugt's embrace, melting more with every repetition of those words. Suddenly it didn't matter that he was worthless. Suddenly it was irrelevant that everyone in his life until now had discarded him like a rusty knife. Suddenly, he knew that no matter what, he was Draugt's, forever and with finality, and that his lover wouldn't forsake him. And then he slept, warm and loved, warm and loving.
Draugt held him until he slept, nuzzling him, kissing him wherever he could reach, stroking his back until he cried himself out. He felt Kanil's suffering deeply, as well as his joy. He knew what it felt like to be considered worthless, to be used and tossed aside like fodder. And he had no intention of EVER treating Kanil that way... he simply dreaded the day when Kanil found out he didn't need Draugt anymore.
But Kanil could never not need Draugt, could never not want him. He had always wanted to belong to someone who didn't just want him to throw him away. And now he did. He loved Draugt, with everything he had, and would have given up anything and everything he had just to see the other happy. He had thought that he'd be left behind someday, like a childhood toy outgrown, but now, that fear was allayed, and he dreamed soft dreams in black and white and dark, endless violet.
Draugt eventually slept as well. And far away, in the video-moniter room, Demona searched the cameras for her two guests, letting out an irritated sound as she discovered them curled up tightly together in Draugt's bed. She almost shut the camera off, but then after a moment's hesitation, she clicked to magnify the view... and turned red. There was no doubt that they were both naked under there. She was going to turn this damned camera off right now.... but her eyes went to the VCR where the tape was being recorded. And before she really knew what she was doing, she hit the eject button and retreated with the tape into her private room, instructing her butler to have breakfast ready for all three of them come morning. And prayed she wouldn't have to be the one to wake them up.
end part 3
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