middaeg | [ CATCH-ALL ] I've never fallen from quite this high

[ Iskandar may have noticed in the last few days that the closer the time crept toward the night of the full moons, the worse Waver's already frayed nerves have gotten. His anxiety is through the roof all day that day, and he hadn't slept much. He hasn't been sleeping much, in general. Nightmares wake him and bad memories keep him up. He gets out of bed to sit at his writing desk instead or go into the kitchen for water too many times. He presses himself close and overheats them both under the blankets, and this has been going on since returning from the hospital, with only occasional improvement some nights.

It's worse on the night of the full moon. This time, Waver comes home early instead of working into the night as he's taken to doing (arguing that they're busy, just opening, the shop is still in need of some repairs or he needs to hold business meetings or something or other; the excuses are endless). This time, Waver's home before sundown and already waiting for Iskandar to return as well, pacing the living room restlessly until he hears the familiar cadence of his footsteps.

And then he's at the door just like the hound he's taken on the characteristics of, ears and tail up and alert, hyper-aware of Iskandar's scent and anxious to see him.

Waver practically pounces on him the moment he comes through the door. ]

You're late.

[ Whether or not that's true is up for debate; Waver doesn't even check the time. ]

Edited 2020-02-13 08:16 (UTC)

[Iskandar got used to this world's calendar. After few months he's already spent here, he started noticing its cycles. He didn't have to look to the sky to know that full moons are approaching. This time of month is never easy but he dreads the current one even more. Waver has been restless since he was released from the hospital. With a long list of medical procedures they both have to follow if he is to return to full health.

Iskandar is not surprised. Events like these leave marks not only on one's body. Mind needs to heal too. It just needs time, care and patience. So Iskandar says not a word when Waver dives head-first into overwork. Funny how similar they are at this. That's what Iskandar did every time the ghosts of the past wouldn't let him sleep. This or wine, but wine is a double-edged sword. It can harm as much as it can help.]

I might be but to my defense, I had to pick a few things on my way. And I come bearing gifts!

[~~King is never late, nor is he early.. ahem~~ Iskandar raises triumphantly a wicker basket covered with white cloth he holds in his hand. Yet even encumbered he still is able to pick Waver up from where his stands. He grins before kissing him on the cheek.]

Let's put all those in the kitchen. The wine should probably go to the cellar but I will be opening it soon so there's no need. But I must take the cakes out or they will get completely squashed.

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[ Waver immediately wraps an arm around Iskandar's neck to balance himself when he's hoisted up in one powerful arm. Iskandar is the only one allowed to so casually pick him up and manhandle him, and even without his Servant strength, it's easy enough when Waver allows it so readily. He nuzzles back into the kiss, shamelessly needy and whiny. ]

Cakes? What're the cakes for?

[ Waver sniffs in the direction of the basket to ascertain its contents as Iskandar carries all of his gifts and Waver the short distance to the kitchen.

The wine doesn't get a similar question. He knows what the wine's for and is actually quite ready for some, himself. ]

[Heavy smell of meaty stew and earthy tones of baked vegetables overpower anything else but Waver's nose can detect in the background a faint scent of fruit.]

For you, of course. Who else?

[Iskandar is very fond of carrying Waver around like this. It's the only way he can both keep him close and get the work done. Work this time means preparing, or rather reheating, dinner for both of them. He puts the basket on the table.]

I brought us venison stew and some baked vegetables for dinner tonight. I bought eggs and milk too. I think we're near the end of the last batch.

[Out goes a collection of clay jars covered on top with wax paper; a sure sign Iskandar must have made a detour to his favourite restaurant. A small container with eggs carefully lined with hay. A glass bottle full of milk. The last item is a round tin that Iskandar takes out of the basket with greater care than he showed for the eggs.]

The moment of truth. They were fresh from the oven when I got them.

[He takes of the lid. Sweet aroma of plums and pears and berries fills the kitchen immediately. Inside is an assortment of fruit tarts. Still warm and surprisingly intact. Iskandar's smile widens.]

Ha! Not squashed! We're lucky.

[ He'd meant for what occasion, but of course that's a silly question too. Any occasion deemed worthy by the King is a time for a feast. The matter-of-fact answer makes Waver smile.

He's already, immediately relaxed as soon as he's in Iskandar's arms and focused on the food and treats.

He settles himself in the crook of Iskandar's arm and watches with great interest and perked-up ears every new thing that is unpacked from the basket, taking in the aromas of the fresh food, hearty meat and sweet fruits. Embarrassingly, his tail starts wagging all on its own. ]

Oh, wow-- Rider! This looks so good! And it smells divine. You really outdid yourself.

Thank you. I'm starving.

[ Well, he hadn't really been starving a few minutes ago, maybe just vaguely hungry. But now, seeing all this, he's suddenly ready to eat all of it. ]

Then I hope it tastes as good as it looks.

[Iskandar moves about the kitchen humming some silly tune he picked up on the streets of the Harbour. He puts the stew on the stove and vegetables in the oven. He doesn't, not even for a second, entertain a thought he could let go of Waver. He could. It would make the preparations go faster. Every task would be easier. But he doesn't care about easy.

Only after he takes out the plates and sets the table, only then he lets Waver transfer to a chair. This, unfortunately, is a necessity. He needs both hands if he's about to retrieve anything from the oven.

Once that is done and all the food is on the table in its steaming glory he finally sits. It's tempting to just pull Waver back into his arms but this would make eating difficult for both of them. So for now, he has to limit himself to reaching across the table to ruffle Waver's hair.]

[ Another time, Waver might have gotten annoyed at some point during the food preparation and milling about the kitchen, or at least decided it doesn't make sense to slow Iskandar down unnecessarily now that they've said their hellos. But right now, the steady closeness and contact is exactly what Waver needs and it does wonders to ease his anxieties and fears of the setting sun outside. He can feel the tug of the moons-- but the secure anchor of his Bond is stronger.

The instinct to shed his more human skin and go outside is a distraction in the back of his mind, a discomfort that squirms more and more insistently under his skin, the familiar feeling tainted and twisted into something just as frightening or worse than it had been the first time. It reminds him of being held down and poked with needles and forced to swallow unpleasant-smelling contents of unknown vials. It reminds him of the singe and crackle of electric implements in his back trying to force him into shifting and attacking like a fight dog on command.

He'd just been starting, grudgingly, to accept the changes as part of his life now. He'd been trying to get the hang of the need to shift as a natural cycle. Now, it reminds him of being dehumanized and weaponized against innocent people, including his friends.

--but none of that is something he wants to think about right now.

So while Iskandar warms up their meal, Waver single-mindedly focuses on other things, on telling him about his day and talking at length about certain types of stone or metal and their magic-conducting properties and how Archer has designed some of the jewelry and what kind of display cases he wants to put it in and all sorts of menial, boring things he probably wouldn't have bothered getting that into otherwise. But the silence leaves room for doubt, and not being next to Iskandar opens the chance that he might lose himself again.

He wouldn't even want to sit across the table if it wasn't for the fact he can still reach Iskandar with his feet. He stretches them out underneath the tabletop, subtly pressing his toes against Iskandar's ankles, but makes no comment aloud. Even though he does lean into the hair-ruffle, nuzzling against Iskandar's palm. ]

Thank you for picking up dinner.

[ He knew Waver wouldn't want to go outside after sundown tonight. Having his needs anticipated is a pleasant feeling. ]

It's like you read my mind.

[ No, it's better that Iskandar can't quite manage that. But Waver smiles, and lifts his wine glass for a toast. ]

You've made such an occasion of it, though. Any other surprises I should be ready for?

Edited 2020-02-14 01:09 (UTC)

[Another time they would go through those same preparations together. Or Iskandar would let Waver sit and watch him. There is something he finds eerily calming in performing such simple tasks.]

You're welcome, dearest.

[Of course, he anticipated. He can feel the moons too. It's different for him. One might say there are no adverse effects from the moons for the Witches. Apart maybe from magic being horribly unstable. From suddenly having too much of it. He can feel it swirling around him, almost see it in the air. Crackling. Like static. Like air before the storm heavy with warning. Witches can't go feral. They have other unpleasantries on the menu.
So no, he doesn't read Waver's mind. He doesn't have to. Still, he laughs.]

Oh, I would never. That would be terribly rude.

[He holds his own glass but doesn't drink yet. Good thing the table is not big enough to prevent him from reaching across. He takes Waver's hand, turns it palm up.]

You should.

[Iskandar raises the hand he is holding to his lips, kisses the inside of it, each finger, Waver's wrist just below the bandages, his forearm just above. Then he looks up, smiles, and leans in over the table, over the plates and all the food, to claim his Bonded's lips.

I love you. I want you. I need you. You are mine and I am yours. Forever. No one will take you from me ever again. I will burn this place to the ground if they try.

He smiles more when they part, sits back and releases Wavers hand.]

Does that answer your question?

[ The soft touch of Iskandar's lips on his hand, the gentle scratch of his beard on soft skin, sparks shivers down Waver's back and through their Bond. He leans closer, watching with rapt intensity as Iskandar's mouth moves over his skin. ]

You're encouraging me to let this food go cold again...

[ He murmurs against Iskandar's lips, kissing him again after the first kiss is over before they sit back again, reluctant to let him go. He squeezes Iskandar's hand before finally allowing him to have it back so they can eat. His foot under the table nudges Iskandar's playfully. ]

Then I would just reheat it again. It's a stew. In theory, it's supposed to taste even better after it had been reheated multiple times.

[Iskandar looks over the table. He noticed how reluctant Waver was to let him go. Good thing he doesn't have to. It would take longer but they don't have to sit here proper and all.]

But I have a better idea. [He moves his chair away from the table.] Come here. I can help you with food.

[It would be more comfortable on the bed but then it is soup. The mess they would make. So even if the chair is not the most comfortable piece of furniture for two people to sit on, it is still possible.

And the chance to feed his boy is rather exciting.]

Edited 2020-02-14 20:20 (UTC)

[ Waver, already slightly pink from the kiss, blushes brighter at the suggestion. ]

I- I don't need help with the food...

[ Waver mumbles, slowly scooting his chair out anyway and going around to sit, a bit sheepishly, in Iskandar's lap. ]

Can you eat like this? It feels dumb... I should move.

[Iskandar chuckles. He wraps Waver in his arms as soon as the boy is in his lap.]

Of course, you don't, dearest.

[He said that he can, not that he will.]

I can. And I did. You should stay where you are.

[He reaches for their bowls, passes the smaller one to Waver, keeping the bigger one for himself.]

It's not difficult. Just a matter of logistics. [Iskandar leans down to kiss Waver again.] And I'd rather have you here with me than on the other side of the table. Even if I risk spilling some soup.

[ Waver scrunches up his nose, pretending he doesn't like to be coddled and nuzzled like this (he does), and makes a show of sighing as he settles into Iskandar's lap and takes his bowl. It's not actually that uncomfortable once they find a good position. He just holds the bowl in his hand and eats with the other instead of leaning over the table. ]

Ew, don't kiss me when I have meat in my mouth.

[ That sounded weird. ]

And don't you dare think about spilling the soup on purpose to get to clothes-removal faster, you hear? I won't fall for your dirty tricks.

[ He might sound a bit too eager. He definitely sounds more relaxed and more himself when he's griping somehow about something, though. It's a more natural state than the quiet clinginess; he clearly feels better. And his mind's already in the gutter, too. It doesn't help (or rather, it does?) that he's sitting in Iskandar's lap. ]

[Iskandar laughs. He loves his tsun sweetheart.]

That's my boy.

[He bends down, next kiss landing on Waver's neck, his beard scratching the exposed skin.]

That better?

[Iskandar grunts faking offense at the unfairness of the accusations. He finishes his stew swiftly so can have his hands free and once he does he rests both of them on Waver's thighs. Not doing anything yet. Just gently stroking the skin through the fabric.]

But you always do. [He growls.] I don't have to waste good soup for it. [His grip on Waver's thighs tightens.] All I have to do is wait.

[Sitting in Iskandar's lap Waver can directly feel the hard evidence for where exactly his king's thoughts are going.]

Edited 2020-02-16 22:07 (UTC)

[ Despite his faux protests, Waver obligingly tips his head to expose more of that side of his neck, shivering a little when it tickles. He doesn't eat as quickly, distracted instead by Iskandar's wandering hands. And the growing 'evidence' that's starting to make its presence very well-known behind his ass. ]

Yet you're being very impatient already...

[ Waver notes, his thighs tensing beneath Iskandar's grip. A small gasp catches in his throat when his fingers tighten, pressing into his flesh through his trousers.

He has to set his bowl down again. ]

Not very good at waiting, huh?

[ Waver says that, but he's not doing so well himself. That growling tone in Iskandar's voice and the warmth of his breath against his skin are already making Waver's heart beat faster, and the possessiveness of Iskandar's grip on him like that makes the heat rush to his face-- and his dick.

Waver's fingers curl over Iskandar's on his thighs, holding him there. He growls too, arching his body and rubbing his ass back into the growing bulge beneath. ]

Keep going.

Edited 2020-02-17 07:32 (UTC)

Only because you are completely irresistible.

[Iskandar chuckles. Both the declaration and the question that follows it come a little muffled as Iskandar doesn't stop kissing the back of Waver's neck. All the way from the hairline down to the collar of his shirt.]

Oh, I can wait. I just don't want to. How can I if you are so warm and delicious, hm?

[If there were any dirty tricks that he planned, it was his choice of menu. Easily reheatable. He was quite sure they won't be able to finish their dinner in one go. Not today.]

[ It's a welcome distraction, despite Waver's performative whining. This intimacy with his Bonded helps with the intensity of the full moons making him feel less in control of himself and much more anxious about it, and of course he finds Iskandar's attention gratifying and comforting no matter what time it is.

Only the thin layer of gauze around his throat gets in the way, though it's there more to cover the scars so Waver doesn't have to look at them than anything else right now, at least until the healers can finish restoring the skin back to normal. Iskandar's lips passing over the bandages remind him, briefly, but Waver pushes the memories aside firmly. Not right now. Now, he wants to live in the moment, here with Iskandar. ]

Mmmh... maybe we should move...

[ He doesn't want anything to get knocked over and cause a mess. That would be a far less welcome distraction. ]

Maybe...

[When was the last time Iskandar cared about making a mess? Probably never.]

or I could just take you here...

[Iskandar moves one hand from Waver's thigh to his groin. Nothing too insistent, only the lightest touch through the fabric. As if he was just checking and to his delight found that indeed they are both quite ready.]

Ahh... now, that feels right.

[Iskandar lets out a long exhale, his hot breath rushing over Waver's exposed skin. He takes his hand away.]

But you are right, dearest. We'd be much more comfortable in bed.

[Did he change his mind? Far from it. He just wants to savour every second of the experience and while he is comfortable, they are a bit cramped in here. The good side of their sitting arrangement is that Iskandar only has to get up from the chair as he already has Waver in his arms.

Bedroom it is.]

[ Even a light touch is enough to make Waver's hips twitch, bucking shallowly upward against Iskandar's hand as if to reassure him that, yes, he is already hard and eager to get rid of the clothing restricting Iskandar's access.

Or maybe it's the words that make him shiver like that, the bold promise. He'll be happy with Iskandar taking him anywhere, frankly, but if there's a choice...

He twists around in his lover's arms when he's scooped up, looping and arm around his neck. ]

Well... if you don't want the bed, we don't have to go to the bed, just somewhere there's no soup.

[ His words are murmured against Iskandar's ear with hot breath, followed by a playful, toothy nibble on his earlobe and a lick along the shell of it.

If Iskandar wants to do something a little different, Waver's happy to indulge right now. ]

[Waver gets a low growl in response for that nibble.]

Doesn't have to be bed, hm? I wouldn't mind a nice blanket in the garden. [Iskandar chuckles. He surveys the living room as he passes through it on his way to the bedroom. Not many options there. If they had a fireplace, or at least a bigger sofa. Alas, no luck.] Unfortunately, the weather is most unkind and we don't have a garden.[The Coven provided housing has its benefits but now that they both make decent money maybe they could afford something bigger? Why apartment? Why not a house? That's something to consider later. Right now he has little patience for such musings. So the bed must suffice.]

The bed now but I promise I'll come up with something more original next time.

[He lays Waver down carefully on the cushions, stops only to kick off his shoes before joining him on the bed. For a brief moment he just looks, admiring his treasure, drinking in the sight. There's only as much light, dimmed and softened, as comes through the open door to the living room but it's enough to illuminate Waver's face when all else is hidden in darkness. Every line, every curve, every feature of it forever carved into Iskandar's memory by froce that is stronger than death. There is tenderness in his eyes as he watches his love but there's also fire. He closes the distance between them with a kiss. There's not much tenderness in that kiss but a lot of fire.]

I was thinking about having you the whole day, dearest.

[His hand travels down, unbuckling the belt, yanking down Waver's pants with impatience that speaks of the hunger that propels it. Iskandar's fingers curl around Waver erection. He smiles, his teeth flashing white in the darkness.]

But I see you were thinking about me too.

I didn't mean outside, idiot!

[ Waver protests with a squeak, holding onto him tightly. Thankfully, Iskandar isn't actually about to go fuck him in the bushes in front of the apartment complex, so Waver doesn't actually protest more than to call him out on it. Iskandar should know by now that being called an idiot is basically a pet name. ~~is this foreplay??~~

Waver sighs, flopping back onto the bed but not letting go of Iskandar's neck as he's set down, meaning to drag his lover down on top of him. He tips his face up into the kiss eagerly, like a sunflower toward the sun, fingers curling tight in Iskandar's thick hair. ]

Ah--

[ His hips jerk in response, bucking up into his lover's touch. ]

Don't... don't get too full of yourself...

[ He mumbles teasingly against Iskandar's mouth between kisses, laughing breathlessly. Another nip, sharp teeth catching (gently) on his lower lip. ]

It's not like I've been thinking about you all day or anything...

I did. I'm sure you would like it outside.

[Iskandar would like to fuck him absolutely anywhere. His views on sex in public spaces truly do belong to antiquity. But even then there were rules. However, man is allowed to do what he wishes in his garden. Right now Iskandar would really like a garden but a bed is as good. Anything is good as long as he can get his hands on his sweet boy. He growls with pleasure when he feels the bite. He likes it when Waver gets so overexcited he starts to bite him. He doesn't mind bite marks at all. Quite the contrary. They remind him of the good time they had.

Iskandar continues to work on Waver's dick as his lips move lower. First, to Waver's jaw, then his neck - carefully skipping over the bandages covering the not yet fully healing scarring. Iskandar would kiss all his scars but Waver's doesn't like being reminded of their existence and Iskandar respects that. He can fully understand why.
So no scars are even touched but he does cover Waver's shoulder in kisses. The boy is so delicious he can't help himself.]

So you say ...

[He chuckles as he moves further down, stopping only when he reaches Waver's nipple with his tongue. He starts sucking it, then rolls the other one between his fingers and growls pleased as he feels it harden. His right hand still on Waver's dick.]

What are you thinking about now, boy?

That's r-ridiculous...

[ Waver whines, complaining pointlessly, his voice getting more and more breathless by the minute as Iskandar covers him with kisses. His hips rock in a shallow rhythm on their own, following the motions of Iskandar's hand.

His fingers tighten in his lover's hair, his claws -- kept blunted and trimmed whenever possible -- gently scratching his scalp. ]

Mmh--! [ Waver moans, unshy with his noises when it's only the two of them. His chest arches up, other hand stroking over Iskandar's bicep up to his shoulder. ]

You're making it... a little hard to think about anything, you know...

[ That's not the question and he knows it. Another soft groan, fingers gripping Iskandar's arm, and Waver finally obliges him. His head falls back on the pillow, eyelashes low, the flush spreading from his cheeks to his chest.

It's a mumble, a little timid despite the earnestness; he has trouble saying it aloud, as if the filthy desires are somehow easier to give into if he doesn't have to use words. It's still too easy to fluster him, but it's a good kind of fluster, warm and fluttery. His cheeks feel hot. ]

I-I'm thinking... how much I want to feel you in me...

[Iskandar's hands leave Waver's body but his lips don't. He moves up to kiss his beloved. It's so feather-light after all that intensity that it ends more of a promise of a kiss than a kiss proper.]

See, dearest?

[The quiet, sweet whisper of a bottle being uncorked and the smell. That particular scent that belongs only to them. Lavender and cedar. Those two speak what Iskandar's plans are before his words do.]

You only have to ask me and I will always grant it to you.

[Iskandar holds the bottle in his hand. In part to heat up its contents but he has another plan. There's a spell to selectively heighten the senses. He learned it not that long ago, practised it until he was sure of his command over it then bound it to that particular bottle. There are more than simply mundane uses for it. When he's sure the oil is warmed and charged enough, he pours enough of it to smear it generously on Waver's thighs, his ass and his own cock. The sensation is instantaneous. He can barely hold it from the touch alone. A low, long moan escapes him.

Iskandar reaches for a cushion, lifts Waver's hips and slips the pillow under him. They're so accustomed to each other than he doesn't even have to look down as he gently spreads Waver's legs, aligns himself and slips inside with another moan.]

You received me so well, dearest.

[He dips down to claim his lover's lips. He can't say if it's the spell working or his hunger he had to hold off, feeling it rising through the whole day. He needs this kiss before he can even start to move. It already feels ecstatic.]

[ The softness of the kiss, the barely-there brush of lips, leaves Waver chasing after him open-mouthed and panting, the wet heat of his tongue sliding along Iskandar's lower lip as he pulls back enough to get the oil.

The scent alone fills Waver with giddy anticipation. It washes over him, fills the room like heavy curtains sequestering them from the rest of the world, enveloping them both with its sensual promise. Waver's thighs part compliantly to the oil-slicked touch of Iskandar's fingers; his feet brace on the mattress as he automatically lifts his hips when he feels his lover reach over for the pillow to ease his comfort and the difference in their heights, familiarly.

His skin feels hot, and the sensation spreads quickly through his veins, sending shivers up his spine and making his belly feel taut and tingly. Waver's toes curl against the sheets, and his breathing picks up, the heady scent of the oil robbing him of coherent thought. ]

Rideeer... [ Waver whines, reaching up for him again as soon as he starts to line their bodies up, trying to wind his arms around his lover's neck. ]

Ride-- ah!

[ Hot, slick friction. Waver's hips jolt up, the intense feeling washing over him in conjunction with the push of Iskandar's cock spreading him open, slowly sinking in, to the melody of Waver's breathless whines and moans spilling free with every gasp.

He kisses back with sloppy desperation and too much tongue, panting openly against Iskandar's mouth. His blunted claws dig in, marking Iskandar's shoulders.

It feels so good, he can't form the words to assure his lover of it-- but it's likely not particularly necessary, not with the way Waver arches in his arms and quivers around him, hips twitching up to work him deeper. The sensation of fullness always leaves him lightheaded with pleasure, makes him want to squirm.

Waver moans again, kissing him exuberantly. ]

for iskandar, full moons.

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