Who: Waver Velvet & various When: throughout Aguril Where: around the city What: working, quests, shenanigans; if you want to plot anything for the month, PM me! :> Warnings: NSFW on the full moons thread eyyy
"All right. That's good to know. I was just worried you might be getting sick in addition to, well, current situation." Iskandar nods. That's a relief. Some good news is better than none.
"Grumble all you want. I'm not going to stop you" It starts on a lighter note but his voice turns serious quickly. Iskandar is more than aware that Waver is not exaggerating. He can feel the boy's restless twitching.
"Do not think that I make light of your suffering. I do not. I can see ..." There goes a slight pause followed by a short sigh. "I can feel you're in distress."
All those canine clues make him realize that yes, he's trying to help but he's doing it from a solely human perspective. The animal part of his young Master needs soothing as much as the human one does. He has to think of the dog as much as he thinks of the boy.
"I have a proposition" he says finally, words flowing slowly, his tone steady and calm.
"Why don't we change position? I see that sitting is not comfortable for you right now. I would move aside a bit. Just a little. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. Just making space so you can curl on the couch." He pauses for a moment observing the reaction to his words. "How does that sound to you?"
"I know... I just..." Waver trails off in a mumble, shoulders slumping. He's definitely sulking, but it's not for no reason this time.
He does look up when Rider says he has a proposition though, and his ears perk up again, intently listening.
"Oh. Er... sure, that sounds okay."
It's not really that sitting itself is uncomfortable; everything feels kind of uncomfortable, as the sun has almost entirely disappeared beyond the window, and nightfall settles heavily in his bones. He hasn't taken the full shift yet; it hasn't gotten that bad, but he keeps anticipating it, anxiously awaiting any further changes and not sure when they'll come or how bad they'll be.
When Iskandar moves over, Waver follows suit, curling up on his side beside him. Tentatively, he settles his head in Iskandar's lap.
"This is... fine." A little awkward, and he does flush now, embarrassed rather than feverish.
"Can you keep talking to me? Tell me what you've been up to."
Iskandar returns his hand to where it was on Waver's head, resuming the caress. A fond smile appears on his face when he sees the boy blush. There seems to be no end to adorable with this one.
"Well, I was mainly going around the city." He should be at the magic classes, he knows this. Actually learning, not running around sight-seeing... but it's so boring... He fully acknowledges the need to practice the talent once he has it but the theory... The theory has always been his bane. There's a reason Aristotle took the whole of their lot walking around in Mieza while he was teaching them. The old man knew his pupils - and one especially - can't be made to sit in once place and just listen. It looks not much has changed since Iskandar was that kid.
"I took Bucephalus for a little trip from the Bright Wall to the bay. Girl needs to move so I thought it would be a good idea. I thought if they have a harbour surely they must have a navy so I could at least see what kind of ships are there." His hands move as he speaks idly wandering from Waver's hair to his neck, down the back following the line of soft fur along his spine, and up again.
"But all I saw were some merchant vessels. Heavy cargo mostly. The district itself is pretty lousy with all the smoke from the factories but it has nice little in. I didn't look inside, that's not a place where I would leave a horse unattended, but at least from the outside, it sounded pretty lively." Frankly, it's a run-down tavern with questionable clientele in a run-down district. Only Iskandar can call such a place a nice little in.
"Mmh..." Waver makes a few quiet, affirming noises at appropriate points during Rider's story to show he's listening, but doesn't interrupt. The soft touch along his spine is surprisingly relaxing, even though he's self-conscious about the fur. It automatically makes him practically melt into Iskandar's lap, eyes drifting halfway shut. Considering their difference in size, it's not as comfortable to just lay on his side with only his head in Iskandar's lap though, so after a few minutes, Waver shifts enough to get his arms up, re-adjusting and curling up so the upper half of his body is draped across his Bonded's thighs, head cradled in his own crossed arms. Even if his eyes are closed and his face is mostly hidden, though, his ears are responsive as ever, twitching and one angling out toward Iskandar with interest to listen.
"I haven't spent much time out by the docks," he replies, a little muffled. That's probably unsurprising, considering the sort of rougher place Iskandar found it to be; it's not exactly a Waver-like area. "But it sounds like you at least had an interesting day. I'll go look around with you some more next week when I'm free." He's had some time to explore the city, of course, but there are places he feels safer with Iskandar, and also places he might have different appreciation for with someone who's actually interested, so it sounds like it could be fun.
Iskandar chuckles when Waver finally gives in and climbs up. Now he almost has the boy where he wants him. Ideally, he would just drag Waver closer and wrap him in his arms but he doesn't want to rush things. Not on a night like this. Let them unfold at their own pace. He already feels how responsive the boy is to his touch and the adjusted position gives him even more reach. So there's hope that maybe Iskandar can get him to fall asleep. At least for some time.
But then... busted. Eh, he always has to be so perceptive, does he? Even a king knows when he's caught.
"I...err... I did but when I realized that on my way back and that I would be late even if did manage the get there before the classes finished. I thought it won't be a disaster if I missed one."
Simply speaking, he really didn't want to be there. The city takes time to traverse on foot, yes, but given Iskandar was on horseback he could have easily arrived almost on time for the classes. No one would even notice. That is if only he tried.
Waver highly doubts Iskandar actually forgot, and even if he did, he probably would have just said so. This whole explanation is unnecessary, unless of course he's trying a little too hard to justify playing hooky.
In a weird way, it's almost cute. Waver snorts, tilting his head up just enough to peek up at Iskandar with one eye.
"Are you trying to avoid me scolding you?"
It's ridiculous when said out loud. Waver twists around a little, propping himself up enough to actually lift his head and look at Iskandar. If nothing else, at least it's clear the conversation has distracted him.
"I know you're more interested in this world's culture and politics than its magic, but if you don't learn to handle your own, you run the risk of becoming a danger to both of us."
So much for that. He got scolded anyway. Perhaps surprisingly though, considering what a high-strung mood Waver was in a little bit ago, he sounds more vaguely amused than upset-- except that last part, which is delivered with stern matter-of-factness.
Still, after a beat, he goes on: "I've been sitting in on the classes when I can." Even though he can't do magic in this world, and he's not a Witch. It's gotten him some looks occasionally, but no one in the Coven tries to stop him. "If there's anything you need clarification on, you just need to ask."
Making a fool of himself is not beneath him if it serves to achieve his goal. Right now the goal is to get Waver to relax. If his story is doing just that, he doesn't mind the scolding. He wouldn't mind it anyway. Waver is his vassal and his friend. Iskandar smiles. And a lot more than just that... He has the right to express his opinions.
"But I do treat the matter of your safety very seriously." His own, not so much. That's not a vice he's going to free himself of soon. "The only problem is that I can't sit on those classes and concentrate when they are saying the same things four times in a row just using different words. I wish they got straight to the point."
Iskandar knows the subject is fascinating for Waver so he refrains from using the word boring but that's what it is for him. It's not that he himself can be kept away from the Coven's library. He loves it. It's that Waver is right, books that he reads have nothing to do with magic and magic is something he should concentrate on right now.
It's an impossible situation. Exactly the type he excels at overcoming. Iskandar laughs. Of course!
"I see only one solution to this. I need to start taking you with me."
There are some spells he would like to learn. All the wards and shields he considers combat worthy. Offensive like fireballs or lightning. Ice. They remind him a bit that dream with a burning forest he had before he came here. He would really like to learn lightning spells. If he's unable to call his chariot here then let him at least have the ability to unleash the fury of the storm on his enemies.
"You'd understand more from all they're saying than I do and you can help me practice later."
Waver rolls his eyes at Iskandar's complaining, but the twitch of his lips says he's hiding a smile. He sits up a bit more, propping himself up with both hands on Iskandar's thigh, and shifts closer.
The laugh is contagious. He actually smiles back.
"They're not saying the same thing. You just need to know how to understand the difference."
At that suggestion though -- and the implicit praise, Iskandar acknowledging that he knows better on this subject and actually looking to him for help -- Waver visibly perks up even more, ears up. His tail, traitorous as ever, wags a few times.
"Hmm... I mean, if you insist, I suppose I could make time in my schedule..."
In other words, his answer is clearly a resounding yes, of course, I'd love that!
"Then it must be a subtle difference. Good then I have you to pick it up."
The praise is fully earned, for it is true that on a subject of magic Iskandar always trust Waver's judgement more than his own. A king doesn't need to know everything. It would be a folly and a waste of time to try. He has advisors for a reason. No one has life long enough to truly know all but everyone should heed the advice to those who are dedicated practitioners of their craft. No matter their age.
Iskandar is getting used to the ears expressions very quickly. They're almost a whole additional language of their own. The tail wagging surprises him even if it shouldn't. All those tiny expressions. It almost feels like listening to a friend speaking a foreign tongue one never suspected them to know. Somehow it just adds to the charm.
"Ho? What kind of worldly affairs do you have in your busy schedule that could be more important than a request from your king? Do tell!"
"I mean, I do have work," Waver points out with a short laugh. And of course they both know that's not more important than a genuine request from Iskandar, but the banter is amusing even if it's mostly for show.
"And... er... actually, it's just work."
Waver, you need friends.
"I like to sit in on classes anyway. It'll be more interesting to go together. I can help you with your homework," he teases, crawling up into Iskandar's lap.
"I don't have to drag you everywhere." Now, that's finally how things should be. He sets on a content smile wrapping Waver in his arms. "Especially, if you don't want to."
He knows you want, you can really stop pretending.
"And I understand work is important. Maybe I should get one."
Yes, Iskandar, that could actually help. Stop leeching off your boy as you always do.
It really is amazing how much it helps to have his Bonded close; the more skin on skin contact the more the tension drains away, leaving a vague discomfort for now that can be ignored. His shifts haven't been too intense so far, not after the first time before he'd Bonded at all, but it's a marked improvement. Maybe it's also just because it's Iskandar. The effect is emotional as much as magical and physical. Like this, Waver feels truly safe.
He lets Iskandar wrap him up close and shifts in any way needed to curl up comfortably in his arms, cheek resting on Iskandar's shoulder. His scent is strong, warm and familiar. Waver can't help but nuzzle closer, pressing his face into the side of his Bonded's neck.
"Hmm?"
Ah, yes. He's listening.
"Yes. You should. Maybe it would be easier to find a place with a stable you find agreeable if we both have an income and can look beyond the charity housing provided. Not to mention you really need to stop eating the food in the kitchen here whenever you feel like it. Not all of that's even mine, you know."
All this grumbling with his face still firmly planted against Iskandar's throat, the movement of his lips brushing skin.
"What if I am hungry and I need sustenance?" So, does everybody else.
Waver, you're talking to a man who hasn't worked a day in his life, never cared for material wealth and does not really understand the concept of work per se. What people didn't want to give him freely, he took by force, with a few notable exceptions, but never kept much for himself always giving away almost everything of what he acquired. He'd need time to parse all this new information. He can't exactly do this with one half-naked wonder in his arms setting his blood on fire.
So there's a considerable delay before he's able to calm down enough to respond. Before he can think about anything else than throwing the boy on the couch and making mad love to him. But he's not here for that. Unless Waver would want it himself. Love is one thing Iskandar would never take by force.
"You're right. This is not a Grail War and I am your king. I should provide for you and not the other way round."
Unluckily (or maybe luckily?) for Iskandar, Waver's senses are far too sharp already, and only enhanced by the full moons. He can feel the way his Bonded's pulse speeds up under his lips, the faint impression of arousal he's starting to give off. Even if he can keep further physical reactions in check, Waver can scent it on his skin, the warmth in the air around them, the way it flutters through their Bond.
And it tugs almost instantly at his animal instincts, just as much as his general desire and affection for his King. Right now, it's just much harder to resist or control.
Waver breathes in deeply, nosing along the underside of Iskandar's jaw. His tongue slides over skin, just the briefest flick of wet warmth, gone again in a moment.
"Mmm... 's okay," he mumbles, heart beating fast.
"We can provide for... each other..."
Increasing excitement means he has a harder time controlling his changes too, and they're not all physical. The need hits him with a suddenness that leaves Waver aching, the moon-madness surging through his veins the moment he starts to give into it, unraveling his convictions and urging him to indulge. Obey his instincts. Lay claim to what's his.
His breath is hot along Iskandar's skin as Waver opens his mouth, tongue sliding briefly along the curve between his neck and shoulder until he hits the collar of Iskandar's shirt. And there, he bites down, sharp canine teeth easily piercing through whatever cloth is in the way-- and if Iskandar doesn't stop him, through to the flesh beneath. Not hard, of course. Well, not too hard. But if he draws blood, it probably isn't on accident.
"Is that so?" Iskandar chuckles. "Then why are you complaining about it?"
He can feel it too. The warmth, the need. It's like an underground river coursing underneath, seeking a way out. Invisible and yet present. He hums with contentment feeling Waver's tongue on his neck.
When did you get so bold?
It's not a question that needs answering so he doesn't even bother asking it. The answer won't change a thing and Iskandar is already more than delighted with the result.
The pain is nothing. Or rather it's all the permission Iskandar needs to lift Waver's chin and lean down for a kiss. So delicious. He can still taste his own blood, sharp and metallic, on the boy's lips.
"Careful there. I've heard that witch's blood can be addictive."
He doesn't have to work too hard to get Waver to lift his head, no need to pry him off or anything. The Turnskin obeys with a touch, raising his gaze to Iskandar, mouth open. His eyes are... off, glinting reflectively, glassy with distraction and want.
He lifts himself up into the kiss with ferocious enthusiasm. Waver squirms around in Iskandar's lap until he's straddling it, facing him with both hands on those broad shoulders as if to hold him in place. As if Iskandar might change his mind and stop kissing him as fervently as Waver kisses back.
Generally, Waver tries to keep his claws trimmed so they don't scratch anyone or catch on things or get in the way at work. Around the time of the full moons and especially tonight, there's absolutely no trying to keep them in check. If he pricks Iskandar's shoulders through his shirt, it's only because it's inevitable.
The warning is met only with a vague growl, muffled against Iskandar's tongue. Waver's teeth are still very sharp, but there's nothing he can do about that, and he's certainly not trying to be careful with his hungry, desperate kisses.
Waver needs not to worry that Iskandar would stop. This won't be happening anytime soon. He does, however, feel a little guilty for taking advantage of the situation. Were it not for the full moons' influence he doubts that Waver would be so forthcoming. And that would be a shame because Iskandar really appreciates it.
It was so hard not to fall for the boy. Obnoxious little brat with dreams and ambitions not suited for his frail body and meagre talent. Already not a child and not yet a man. A true marvel to behold. He tried to but it was all in vain. Well, that is not new. His love choices were always unusual, to say the least. He seems to be more drawn to people that oppose him and by the Gods did the boy question everything he said. At least, in the beginning. They did get along eventually. And more than that.
A miracle it is that they're here, a miracle that he can hold him in his arms and kiss him. There is so much wrong in their situation. The conditions are less than satisfactory. They both lost so much. And yet Iskandar is content. That feeling flows through their bond like a constant stream of warm, golden glow. He's happy that he can just be, one hand on the back of the boy's head keeping him in place as he continues to kiss him, the other gently caressing the soft fur down his spine.
There's just one thing. Iskandar breaks their kiss ignoring any protests. He lowers his head until their foreheads meet.
"I am going to take this off," he says letting go of Waver and starting to unbutton his shirt. "Before you'll completely ruin the one good shirt that I have." Not that he actually cares about the shirt. He'd have more if he could find himself a job. That's not the point. "You can help me if you like."
Iskandar probably doesn't want Waver to actually 'help,' considering his claws. Those won't mix well with the buttons. Thankfully, he has enough clarity not to volunteer, sitting back a little instead on Iskandar's thighs as he tries to catch his breath.
The kisses have left him breathless and flushed, all the way halfway down his chest. He licks his lips to chase the taste, but waits with perhaps surprising patience, admiring Iskandar as he moves to undress. His eyes linger, following every motion with utter fixation, drinking in the sight of him like something completely enchanting.
There's something else, too-- that steady, calm feeling of satisfaction that echoes through their bond and seems to surround Iskandar almost like a physical aura, soothing and relaxing Waver before he can get too keyed up.
The heat behind those kisses was already enough to excite him. As soon as Iskandar's shirt is out of the way, and even while he's still trying to remove it, Waver slides his hands along his newly-revealed chest. His palms are warm, skin fever-hot, fingers smoothing over Iskandar's collarbone and down the outsides of his shoulders. The moment the shirt has been discarded and no longer distracting them, Waver leans back up to resume kissing.
The clothing style here is so cumbersome. Iskandar would really prefer a chiton. Easy to put on, even easier to take off and you don't really have to if you're in a hurry. Right now, he is very much in a hurry.
He struggles with the stupid buttons even more because he just can't tear his gaze from Waver. Flushed and breathless, following his every move with hungry eyes, the boy is the very image of beauty. When Waver licks his lips Iskandar could swear his heart stopped for a moment and there's liquid fire coursing through his veins instead of blood. He takes care of the last buttons not paying attention if they stay in place or if he's just ripping them away. He doesn't have the patience for trivial matters like that anymore.
Waver's touch sends a shiver down his very core. Iskandar discards the shirt not caring where it lands and falls down to claim his lips again. To kiss the boy as if he needed him more than the air he breathes. His hands going down to the boy's waist, unfastening the fabric belt the keeps Waver's pants in place.
This is exactly what Waver needed-- and not really because of the moons, either. This is what he's wanted for a long time, and finally, he takes it with the reckless, unrestrained enthusiasm and heat he never would have allowed himself if not for the distinct lack of filter tonight. When he kisses back, it's with an intensity that seems to assume neither of them have to breathe anytime soon.
Iskandar's hands sliding down his sides to search out the ties that fasten his trousers have Waver arching lazily, palms bracing on Iskandar's chest as he lifts himself up onto his knees enough to allow being further undressed. The pants are loose and spacious, but even so, it's difficult to hide the proof of his excitement tenting the fabric eagerly. If Iskandar fumbles with the ties or even if he's just too slow for Waver's fraying patience, Waver will reach down to yank at the belt himself and help him out as needed.
By now, he's thoroughly distracted from any other effects of the moons, perhaps lucky that he's still at the point where it isn't too much to contend with. It's the claws and the teeth, mostly, more fur along his back-- and the single-minded need to mark his Bonded as his own.
Waver arches closer, trying to rub up against Iskandar as soon as he's free. He's already damp around the head, cock flushed and filled out to its full, if comparatively modest size. His kisses grow more desperate. His fingers curl at Iskandar's shoulders, claws pricking automatically when he tightens his grip.
"Ah... I-I want..." he groans, barely intelligible with his mouth moving against his Bonded's.
"...you."
His tongue slides along Iskandar's bottom lip, soothing anyplace he might have nicked with his fangs.
Iskandar chuckles breaking their kiss to look at the boy. Cheeks flushed, eyes glistening, lips slightly parted and swollen. What a marvel he is. Iskandar would prefer him to all the treasures of the world. Nothing can rival this beauty.
„Well, how can I say no if you’re asking so nicely.” He says as he stands up holding Waver with one arm while trying to unfastens his belt with the other.
Waver maybe almost naked but Iskandar is yet to get rid off the last article of clothing. The dreaded pants. It would be easier to take them off if he had both hands free but for that to happen he would have to stop kissing the boy for the whole minute and unlike Waver Iskandar has little patience left. He doesn’t like being denied what he wants. Even for a short time. What he wants right now, and wants desperately, is exactly that sweet little boy in his arms.
Once he’s done with the belt, things go faster. He just has to kick off his shoes and step out of his pants that has fallen to his ankles the moment his unbuckled the belt. Only then he manages to pull away from the kiss and put Waver back on the couch so he can remove his boxers and finally lie down himself. The very moment he’s there he drags the boy closer so there’s nothing that separates their bodies.
Nothing. Not even air.
Every cell in his body aching for contact and he sees no reason to resist that call. Iskandar slides both his hands down Waver’s back following that line of soft fur that marks his spine and like those little ears on the top of his head just makes him more irresistible. His hands close on the boy’s naked ass for a short while before moving down to caress his thighs. Iskandar smiles with appreciation.
Waver was always rather skinny but now, due to the monster traits or simply the fact he has to move more, there’s so much more flesh to grip. Iskandar finds the change much to his liking. Oh, he really enjoyed the boy even in his less toned state. This is just an improvement over what he already liked. A very welcomed one. His fingers graze Waver’s hole, brushing over it briefly in his exploration of the boy’s body.
Not yet.
He has to prepare him first lest the experience would be painful and not pleasurable. This he won’t allow. There shall be no pain today. Iskandar plans for his Bonded to feel only pleasure this night.
As soon as Iskandar moves to stand, Waver shifts his grip, one arm wrapping tightly around the back of his neck to balance himself while the other remains braced on his bare chest. He doesn't break away, panting mouth seeking out more sloppy kisses and forcing Iskandar to multitask even more as he tries to rid himself of his pants. It gives Waver a chance to finish kicking his off too, a bit awkwardly and with help from Iskandar as needed, until he's completely bare, legs wrapped around Iskandar's waist and the heat of his cock trapped between them.
He barely deigns to move away even when he's set back down, refusing to lose the contact, but thankfully it seems they're on the same page. Waver arches up into him as Iskandar's body covers his, fingers sliding up into his hair and brushing through it lightly while he catches his breath for a moment.
Iskandar has other plans though, and they don't seem to include letting Waver get a full breath in before it's catching in his throat on a pleased gasp at the feeling of those familiar, calloused hands sliding down his body. His knees grip Iskandar's hips, muscles shivering beneath his touch.
Waver makes a noise, hips twitching upward, when those fingers brush his ass.
He has the same thought, a flicker of surprise, enough to bring him down a little. Just enough to actually think before he completely loses himself to mindless pleasure. No. He can't allow that, not right now. He wants to remember, to fully experience each moment for what it is, not let himself be lost in the rush. Not yet.
"W-wait--" Waver gasps, pulling away just enough to be able to look up at Iskandar's face. He takes a moment, a few open-mouthed gulps of air. Despite his words, though, his thighs squeeze around Iskandar's hips, the pressure and promise and friction between them making his whole body sing. A visible shiver slides through him, body quivering in Iskandar's arms with excitement and a little bit of nerves.
Not a suggestion. More like an order. It's quite improbable that Iskandar would ever tell him but Waver is one of the very few he'd allow to order him around. He'd still laugh but he likes his little Master being bossy. It suits him. Giving orders. He wouldn't be surprised if Waver grows up to be a great general or a strategist or a philosopher. He'd love to see that.
But right now they should move. Even if it's the last thing he'd want. With a groan of disappointment, Iskandar let's go of the boy and crawls off the sofa.
"Let's go then."
He can at least collect their clothes from the floor. It's better not to leave the mess for others to be surprised with when they come home. Especially, that he has something in his pocket he might need earlier than he thought. He picked it up on the way here.
A small bottle of relaxing massage oil. No magic. Just herbs. It was supposed to be for his sore muscles which are a sad fact now that his body is mortal again and the Heroic Spirit's healing factor doesn't kick in every time he goes a bit too far with his training. It can serve another purpose as well.
Waver almost groans too as Iskandar peels himself away, even though he's the one who said they needed to move. And they do. He doesn't want to risk Diarmuid coming home and seeing them-- or, rather, interrupting them. If he comes home and hears them in the bedroom, Waver doesn't have to know or care (though he might be awfully embarrassed later), but out here, it would certainly ruin the mood. And Waver is very much enjoying said mood right now.
The break is necessary, sure, but still a bit unpleasant. While Iskandar gathers their clothing, Waver gathers himself, pushing up off the couch with a shiver of anticipation and a bit of chill now that Iskandar is no longer holding him and he's fully naked. It does urge him to hurry to the bedroom even more, though.
Waver impatiently waits just long enough to see Iskandar grab everything and leads the way, opening the door and ushering Iskandar inside before shutting it firmly and locking it behind himself.
Good. Now, back to business.
They'll be more comfortable on the bed, too. The sofa doesn't exactly have enough room for them both to fit easily, considering Iskandar's build, but even though the bed isn't huge, it's much more manageable. Waver crawls onto it, obviously eager to get back to what they were doing.
"Drop the clothes wherever," he urges uncharacteristically. He'd usually prefer them folded or at least set somewhere neatly, but not now. He couldn't care less right now.
He might tease and take his time putting the clothes on the first flat surface that's not occupied by books but that tone still sends shivers of anticipation through his body. He'd make the boy wait longer if only he could hold off his own hunger. He can't. At least he remembers to take the bottle with him before going to bed to continue where he stopped.
"I think I can help with that," he hums, his lips almost touching Waver's ear as he pulls the boy into his arms.
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"Grumble all you want. I'm not going to stop you" It starts on a lighter note but his voice turns serious quickly. Iskandar is more than aware that Waver is not exaggerating. He can feel the boy's restless twitching.
"Do not think that I make light of your suffering. I do not. I can see ..." There goes a slight pause followed by a short sigh. "I can feel you're in distress."
All those canine clues make him realize that yes, he's trying to help but he's doing it from a solely human perspective. The animal part of his young Master needs soothing as much as the human one does. He has to think of the dog as much as he thinks of the boy.
"I have a proposition" he says finally, words flowing slowly, his tone steady and calm.
"Why don't we change position? I see that sitting is not comfortable for you right now. I would move aside a bit. Just a little. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. Just making space so you can curl on the couch." He pauses for a moment observing the reaction to his words. "How does that sound to you?"
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He does look up when Rider says he has a proposition though, and his ears perk up again, intently listening.
"Oh. Er... sure, that sounds okay."
It's not really that sitting itself is uncomfortable; everything feels kind of uncomfortable, as the sun has almost entirely disappeared beyond the window, and nightfall settles heavily in his bones. He hasn't taken the full shift yet; it hasn't gotten that bad, but he keeps anticipating it, anxiously awaiting any further changes and not sure when they'll come or how bad they'll be.
When Iskandar moves over, Waver follows suit, curling up on his side beside him. Tentatively, he settles his head in Iskandar's lap.
"This is... fine." A little awkward, and he does flush now, embarrassed rather than feverish.
"Can you keep talking to me? Tell me what you've been up to."
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Iskandar returns his hand to where it was on Waver's head, resuming the caress. A fond smile appears on his face when he sees the boy blush. There seems to be no end to adorable with this one.
"Well, I was mainly going around the city." He should be at the magic classes, he knows this. Actually learning, not running around sight-seeing... but it's so boring... He fully acknowledges the need to practice the talent once he has it but the theory... The theory has always been his bane. There's a reason Aristotle took the whole of their lot walking around in Mieza while he was teaching them. The old man knew his pupils - and one especially - can't be made to sit in once place and just listen. It looks not much has changed since Iskandar was that kid.
"I took Bucephalus for a little trip from the Bright Wall to the bay. Girl needs to move so I thought it would be a good idea. I thought if they have a harbour surely they must have a navy so I could at least see what kind of ships are there." His hands move as he speaks idly wandering from Waver's hair to his neck, down the back following the line of soft fur along his spine, and up again.
"But all I saw were some merchant vessels. Heavy cargo mostly. The district itself is pretty lousy with all the smoke from the factories but it has nice little in. I didn't look inside, that's not a place where I would leave a horse unattended, but at least from the outside, it sounded pretty lively." Frankly, it's a run-down tavern with questionable clientele in a run-down district. Only Iskandar can call such a place a nice little in.
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"I haven't spent much time out by the docks," he replies, a little muffled. That's probably unsurprising, considering the sort of rougher place Iskandar found it to be; it's not exactly a Waver-like area. "But it sounds like you at least had an interesting day. I'll go look around with you some more next week when I'm free." He's had some time to explore the city, of course, but there are places he feels safer with Iskandar, and also places he might have different appreciation for with someone who's actually interested, so it sounds like it could be fun.
Other than that, though...
"Didn't you have classes in the afternoon?"
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But then... busted. Eh, he always has to be so perceptive, does he? Even a king knows when he's caught.
"I...err... I did but when I realized that on my way back and that I would be late even if did manage the get there before the classes finished. I thought it won't be a disaster if I missed one."
Simply speaking, he really didn't want to be there. The city takes time to traverse on foot, yes, but given Iskandar was on horseback he could have easily arrived almost on time for the classes. No one would even notice. That is if only he tried.
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Waver highly doubts Iskandar actually forgot, and even if he did, he probably would have just said so. This whole explanation is unnecessary, unless of course he's trying a little too hard to justify playing hooky.
In a weird way, it's almost cute. Waver snorts, tilting his head up just enough to peek up at Iskandar with one eye.
"Are you trying to avoid me scolding you?"
It's ridiculous when said out loud. Waver twists around a little, propping himself up enough to actually lift his head and look at Iskandar. If nothing else, at least it's clear the conversation has distracted him.
"I know you're more interested in this world's culture and politics than its magic, but if you don't learn to handle your own, you run the risk of becoming a danger to both of us."
So much for that. He got scolded anyway. Perhaps surprisingly though, considering what a high-strung mood Waver was in a little bit ago, he sounds more vaguely amused than upset-- except that last part, which is delivered with stern matter-of-factness.
Still, after a beat, he goes on: "I've been sitting in on the classes when I can." Even though he can't do magic in this world, and he's not a Witch. It's gotten him some looks occasionally, but no one in the Coven tries to stop him. "If there's anything you need clarification on, you just need to ask."
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Making a fool of himself is not beneath him if it serves to achieve his goal. Right now the goal is to get Waver to relax. If his story is doing just that, he doesn't mind the scolding. He wouldn't mind it anyway. Waver is his vassal and his friend. Iskandar smiles. And a lot more than just that... He has the right to express his opinions.
"But I do treat the matter of your safety very seriously." His own, not so much. That's not a vice he's going to free himself of soon. "The only problem is that I can't sit on those classes and concentrate when they are saying the same things four times in a row just using different words. I wish they got straight to the point."
Iskandar knows the subject is fascinating for Waver so he refrains from using the word boring but that's what it is for him. It's not that he himself can be kept away from the Coven's library. He loves it. It's that Waver is right, books that he reads have nothing to do with magic and magic is something he should concentrate on right now.
It's an impossible situation. Exactly the type he excels at overcoming. Iskandar laughs. Of course!
"I see only one solution to this. I need to start taking you with me."
There are some spells he would like to learn. All the wards and shields he considers combat worthy. Offensive like fireballs or lightning. Ice. They remind him a bit that dream with a burning forest he had before he came here. He would really like to learn lightning spells. If he's unable to call his chariot here then let him at least have the ability to unleash the fury of the storm on his enemies.
"You'd understand more from all they're saying than I do and you can help me practice later."
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The laugh is contagious. He actually smiles back.
"They're not saying the same thing. You just need to know how to understand the difference."
At that suggestion though -- and the implicit praise, Iskandar acknowledging that he knows better on this subject and actually looking to him for help -- Waver visibly perks up even more, ears up. His tail, traitorous as ever, wags a few times.
"Hmm... I mean, if you insist, I suppose I could make time in my schedule..."
In other words, his answer is clearly a resounding yes, of course, I'd love that!
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The praise is fully earned, for it is true that on a subject of magic Iskandar always trust Waver's judgement more than his own. A king doesn't need to know everything. It would be a folly and a waste of time to try. He has advisors for a reason. No one has life long enough to truly know all but everyone should heed the advice to those who are dedicated practitioners of their craft. No matter their age.
Iskandar is getting used to the ears expressions very quickly. They're almost a whole additional language of their own. The tail wagging surprises him even if it shouldn't. All those tiny expressions. It almost feels like listening to a friend speaking a foreign tongue one never suspected them to know. Somehow it just adds to the charm.
"Ho? What kind of worldly affairs do you have in your busy schedule that could be more important than a request from your king? Do tell!"
That means you're going. He knows you want to.
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"And... er... actually, it's just work."
Waver, you need friends.
"I like to sit in on classes anyway. It'll be more interesting to go together. I can help you with your homework," he teases, crawling up into Iskandar's lap.
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"I don't have to drag you everywhere." Now, that's finally how things should be. He sets on a content smile wrapping Waver in his arms. "Especially, if you don't want to."
He knows you want, you can really stop pretending.
"And I understand work is important. Maybe I should get one."
Yes, Iskandar, that could actually help. Stop leeching off your boy as you always do.
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He lets Iskandar wrap him up close and shifts in any way needed to curl up comfortably in his arms, cheek resting on Iskandar's shoulder. His scent is strong, warm and familiar. Waver can't help but nuzzle closer, pressing his face into the side of his Bonded's neck.
"Hmm?"
Ah, yes. He's listening.
"Yes. You should. Maybe it would be easier to find a place with a stable you find agreeable if we both have an income and can look beyond the charity housing provided. Not to mention you really need to stop eating the food in the kitchen here whenever you feel like it. Not all of that's even mine, you know."
All this grumbling with his face still firmly planted against Iskandar's throat, the movement of his lips brushing skin.
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Waver, you're talking to a man who hasn't worked a day in his life, never cared for material wealth and does not really understand the concept of work per se. What people didn't want to give him freely, he took by force, with a few notable exceptions, but never kept much for himself always giving away almost everything of what he acquired. He'd need time to parse all this new information. He can't exactly do this with one half-naked wonder in his arms setting his blood on fire.
So there's a considerable delay before he's able to calm down enough to respond. Before he can think about anything else than throwing the boy on the couch and making mad love to him. But he's not here for that. Unless Waver would want it himself. Love is one thing Iskandar would never take by force.
"You're right. This is not a Grail War and I am your king. I should provide for you and not the other way round."
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And it tugs almost instantly at his animal instincts, just as much as his general desire and affection for his King. Right now, it's just much harder to resist or control.
Waver breathes in deeply, nosing along the underside of Iskandar's jaw. His tongue slides over skin, just the briefest flick of wet warmth, gone again in a moment.
"Mmm... 's okay," he mumbles, heart beating fast.
"We can provide for... each other..."
Increasing excitement means he has a harder time controlling his changes too, and they're not all physical. The need hits him with a suddenness that leaves Waver aching, the moon-madness surging through his veins the moment he starts to give into it, unraveling his convictions and urging him to indulge. Obey his instincts. Lay claim to what's his.
His breath is hot along Iskandar's skin as Waver opens his mouth, tongue sliding briefly along the curve between his neck and shoulder until he hits the collar of Iskandar's shirt. And there, he bites down, sharp canine teeth easily piercing through whatever cloth is in the way-- and if Iskandar doesn't stop him, through to the flesh beneath. Not hard, of course. Well, not too hard. But if he draws blood, it probably isn't on accident.
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He can feel it too. The warmth, the need. It's like an underground river coursing underneath, seeking a way out. Invisible and yet present. He hums with contentment feeling Waver's tongue on his neck.
When did you get so bold?
It's not a question that needs answering so he doesn't even bother asking it. The answer won't change a thing and Iskandar is already more than delighted with the result.
The pain is nothing. Or rather it's all the permission Iskandar needs to lift Waver's chin and lean down for a kiss. So delicious. He can still taste his own blood, sharp and metallic, on the boy's lips.
"Careful there. I've heard that witch's blood can be addictive."
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He lifts himself up into the kiss with ferocious enthusiasm. Waver squirms around in Iskandar's lap until he's straddling it, facing him with both hands on those broad shoulders as if to hold him in place. As if Iskandar might change his mind and stop kissing him as fervently as Waver kisses back.
Generally, Waver tries to keep his claws trimmed so they don't scratch anyone or catch on things or get in the way at work. Around the time of the full moons and especially tonight, there's absolutely no trying to keep them in check. If he pricks Iskandar's shoulders through his shirt, it's only because it's inevitable.
The warning is met only with a vague growl, muffled against Iskandar's tongue. Waver's teeth are still very sharp, but there's nothing he can do about that, and he's certainly not trying to be careful with his hungry, desperate kisses.
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It was so hard not to fall for the boy. Obnoxious little brat with dreams and ambitions not suited for his frail body and meagre talent. Already not a child and not yet a man. A true marvel to behold. He tried to but it was all in vain. Well, that is not new. His love choices were always unusual, to say the least. He seems to be more drawn to people that oppose him and by the Gods did the boy question everything he said. At least, in the beginning. They did get along eventually. And more than that.
A miracle it is that they're here, a miracle that he can hold him in his arms and kiss him. There is so much wrong in their situation. The conditions are less than satisfactory. They both lost so much. And yet Iskandar is content. That feeling flows through their bond like a constant stream of warm, golden glow. He's happy that he can just be, one hand on the back of the boy's head keeping him in place as he continues to kiss him, the other gently caressing the soft fur down his spine.
There's just one thing. Iskandar breaks their kiss ignoring any protests. He lowers his head until their foreheads meet.
"I am going to take this off," he says letting go of Waver and starting to unbutton his shirt. "Before you'll completely ruin the one good shirt that I have." Not that he actually cares about the shirt. He'd have more if he could find himself a job. That's not the point. "You can help me if you like."
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Iskandar probably doesn't want Waver to actually 'help,' considering his claws. Those won't mix well with the buttons. Thankfully, he has enough clarity not to volunteer, sitting back a little instead on Iskandar's thighs as he tries to catch his breath.
The kisses have left him breathless and flushed, all the way halfway down his chest. He licks his lips to chase the taste, but waits with perhaps surprising patience, admiring Iskandar as he moves to undress. His eyes linger, following every motion with utter fixation, drinking in the sight of him like something completely enchanting.
There's something else, too-- that steady, calm feeling of satisfaction that echoes through their bond and seems to surround Iskandar almost like a physical aura, soothing and relaxing Waver before he can get too keyed up.
The heat behind those kisses was already enough to excite him. As soon as Iskandar's shirt is out of the way, and even while he's still trying to remove it, Waver slides his hands along his newly-revealed chest. His palms are warm, skin fever-hot, fingers smoothing over Iskandar's collarbone and down the outsides of his shoulders. The moment the shirt has been discarded and no longer distracting them, Waver leans back up to resume kissing.
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He struggles with the stupid buttons even more because he just can't tear his gaze from Waver. Flushed and breathless, following his every move with hungry eyes, the boy is the very image of beauty. When Waver licks his lips Iskandar could swear his heart stopped for a moment and there's liquid fire coursing through his veins instead of blood. He takes care of the last buttons not paying attention if they stay in place or if he's just ripping them away. He doesn't have the patience for trivial matters like that anymore.
Waver's touch sends a shiver down his very core. Iskandar discards the shirt not caring where it lands and falls down to claim his lips again. To kiss the boy as if he needed him more than the air he breathes. His hands going down to the boy's waist, unfastening the fabric belt the keeps Waver's pants in place.
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Iskandar's hands sliding down his sides to search out the ties that fasten his trousers have Waver arching lazily, palms bracing on Iskandar's chest as he lifts himself up onto his knees enough to allow being further undressed. The pants are loose and spacious, but even so, it's difficult to hide the proof of his excitement tenting the fabric eagerly. If Iskandar fumbles with the ties or even if he's just too slow for Waver's fraying patience, Waver will reach down to yank at the belt himself and help him out as needed.
By now, he's thoroughly distracted from any other effects of the moons, perhaps lucky that he's still at the point where it isn't too much to contend with. It's the claws and the teeth, mostly, more fur along his back-- and the single-minded need to mark his Bonded as his own.
Waver arches closer, trying to rub up against Iskandar as soon as he's free. He's already damp around the head, cock flushed and filled out to its full, if comparatively modest size. His kisses grow more desperate. His fingers curl at Iskandar's shoulders, claws pricking automatically when he tightens his grip.
"Ah... I-I want..." he groans, barely intelligible with his mouth moving against his Bonded's.
"...you."
His tongue slides along Iskandar's bottom lip, soothing anyplace he might have nicked with his fangs.
"Always. You're... mine."
It makes him want to bite again. To prove it.
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Iskandar chuckles breaking their kiss to look at the boy. Cheeks flushed, eyes glistening, lips slightly parted and swollen. What a marvel he is. Iskandar would prefer him to all the treasures of the world. Nothing can rival this beauty.
„Well, how can I say no if you’re asking so nicely.” He says as he stands up holding Waver with one arm while trying to unfastens his belt with the other.
Waver maybe almost naked but Iskandar is yet to get rid off the last article of clothing. The dreaded pants. It would be easier to take them off if he had both hands free but for that to happen he would have to stop kissing the boy for the whole minute and unlike Waver Iskandar has little patience left. He doesn’t like being denied what he wants. Even for a short time. What he wants right now, and wants desperately, is exactly that sweet little boy in his arms.
Once he’s done with the belt, things go faster. He just has to kick off his shoes and step out of his pants that has fallen to his ankles the moment his unbuckled the belt.
Only then he manages to pull away from the kiss and put Waver back on the couch so he can remove his boxers and finally lie down himself. The very moment he’s there he drags the boy closer so there’s nothing that separates their bodies.
Nothing. Not even air.
Every cell in his body aching for contact and he sees no reason to resist that call.
Iskandar slides both his hands down Waver’s back following that line of soft fur that marks his spine and like those little ears on the top of his head just makes him more irresistible. His hands close on the boy’s naked ass for a short while before moving down to caress his thighs. Iskandar smiles with appreciation.
Waver was always rather skinny but now, due to the monster traits or simply the fact he has to move more, there’s so much more flesh to grip. Iskandar finds the change much to his liking. Oh, he really enjoyed the boy even in his less toned state. This is just an improvement over what he already liked. A very welcomed one. His fingers graze Waver’s hole, brushing over it briefly in his exploration of the boy’s body.
Not yet.
He has to prepare him first lest the experience would be painful and not pleasurable. This he won’t allow. There shall be no pain today. Iskandar plans for his Bonded to feel only pleasure this night.
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He barely deigns to move away even when he's set back down, refusing to lose the contact, but thankfully it seems they're on the same page. Waver arches up into him as Iskandar's body covers his, fingers sliding up into his hair and brushing through it lightly while he catches his breath for a moment.
Iskandar has other plans though, and they don't seem to include letting Waver get a full breath in before it's catching in his throat on a pleased gasp at the feeling of those familiar, calloused hands sliding down his body. His knees grip Iskandar's hips, muscles shivering beneath his touch.
Waver makes a noise, hips twitching upward, when those fingers brush his ass.
He has the same thought, a flicker of surprise, enough to bring him down a little. Just enough to actually think before he completely loses himself to mindless pleasure. No. He can't allow that, not right now. He wants to remember, to fully experience each moment for what it is, not let himself be lost in the rush. Not yet.
"W-wait--" Waver gasps, pulling away just enough to be able to look up at Iskandar's face. He takes a moment, a few open-mouthed gulps of air. Despite his words, though, his thighs squeeze around Iskandar's hips, the pressure and promise and friction between them making his whole body sing. A visible shiver slides through him, body quivering in Iskandar's arms with excitement and a little bit of nerves.
"Let's-- Bedroom. Now."
Breathless, but bossy. It's not a suggestion.
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Not a suggestion. More like an order. It's quite improbable that Iskandar would ever tell him but Waver is one of the very few he'd allow to order him around. He'd still laugh but he likes his little Master being bossy. It suits him. Giving orders. He wouldn't be surprised if Waver grows up to be a great general or a strategist or a philosopher. He'd love to see that.
But right now they should move. Even if it's the last thing he'd want. With a groan of disappointment, Iskandar let's go of the boy and crawls off the sofa.
"Let's go then."
He can at least collect their clothes from the floor. It's better not to leave the mess for others to be surprised with when they come home. Especially, that he has something in his pocket he might need earlier than he thought. He picked it up on the way here.
A small bottle of relaxing massage oil. No magic. Just herbs. It was supposed to be for his sore muscles which are a sad fact now that his body is mortal again and the Heroic Spirit's healing factor doesn't kick in every time he goes a bit too far with his training. It can serve another purpose as well.
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The break is necessary, sure, but still a bit unpleasant. While Iskandar gathers their clothing, Waver gathers himself, pushing up off the couch with a shiver of anticipation and a bit of chill now that Iskandar is no longer holding him and he's fully naked. It does urge him to hurry to the bedroom even more, though.
Waver impatiently waits just long enough to see Iskandar grab everything and leads the way, opening the door and ushering Iskandar inside before shutting it firmly and locking it behind himself.
Good. Now, back to business.
They'll be more comfortable on the bed, too. The sofa doesn't exactly have enough room for them both to fit easily, considering Iskandar's build, but even though the bed isn't huge, it's much more manageable. Waver crawls onto it, obviously eager to get back to what they were doing.
"Drop the clothes wherever," he urges uncharacteristically. He'd usually prefer them folded or at least set somewhere neatly, but not now. He couldn't care less right now.
"Come back. I'm cold."
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"Aren't we demanding now?"
He might tease and take his time putting the clothes on the first flat surface that's not occupied by books but that tone still sends shivers of anticipation through his body. He'd make the boy wait longer if only he could hold off his own hunger. He can't. At least he remembers to take the bottle with him before going to bed to continue where he stopped.
"I think I can help with that," he hums, his lips almost touching Waver's ear as he pulls the boy into his arms.
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