Iskandar laughs. This going a lot better than he expected. It was totally a spur of the moment decision but it pays off beautifully.
"Such thought never crossed my mind. I am expecting a challenge."
He studies the board contemplating different moves. The one he chooses is surprising at best. It does mean Waver is going to lose exactly that knight he used to defend his rook before. It also means that Iskandar is risking his own knight by doing so. He could have done at least three other things without compromising himself. He didn't. So that's odd. Odd or rather he has another agenda here.
"Your knight is mine," he says striking the piece from the board. "Now, what I would like you to take off, hm..." His voice closer to a satisfied purr than ever before. He's watching Waver for a long while, his gaze wandering along the lines of Waver's body as if he really hasn't decided yet. Of course, he has. He's just prolonging it for his own selfish pleasure.
Waver had seen that the knight could be taken but judged it unlikely since doing so opens up an opportunity for Waver to take his piece in turn. Color him surprised.
Then again, maybe that should have been the first thing he expected. Iskandar already looks like he just wants to take the rest of Waver's clothing off immediately. He flushes, embarrassed by the way Iskandar is staring so intently at his body, squirming a little as the time drags on and Iskandar is just watching him with that hungry look in his eyes.
But a deal's a deal. Waver exhales when he's finally told to start with his shirt and moves to unbutton it the rest of the way and pull it off.
"Are you sure you're not trying to lose?" he grumbles as he does so, draping it over the back of the couch when he's done. Maybe this was a bad plan. Recently showered as he is and having decided to be comfortable, Waver's wearing far fewer articles of clothing than usual. It's just his shirt, trousers and underwear. He didn't even put on socks.
In other words, he can only lose two more pieces before he's playing fully nude. Whoops.
Motivated by embarrassment now, in addition to wanting to prove he won't be an easy opponent, Waver turns back to the board. Iskandar probably expects him to take that knight he endangered to grab Waver's, but he'll have to make sure it's not a trap, leading him into losing his bishop next...
Shirtless, Waver leans forward once more, staring intently at the board with one hand cupping his chin thoughtfully. Finally, when he's sure it can't be a trap, he moves to take Iskandar's knight in turn.
"There. Now we're even." He looks up, pointing at Iskandar demandingly.
Iskandar laughs again. The view is superb. He could watch Waver undress the whole day. Well, not. Of course, he wouldn't like only to watch. That's more of a figure of speech of how much he appreciates it. It doesn't take a thing from the sight. It is splendid. All the embarassment just making the boy cuter. And he thought it was impossible. Oh, the marvels of the world...
"Why would I even consider such a thing?" he asks, a content smile never leaving his lips.
Contrary to Waver Iskandar did count how many clothes he has on him on this day before making his suggestion. This is a rare occasion that he actually is the one having more of them. So losing a shirt doesn't cost him much. He still has trousers, socks, shoes and underwear. And a belt in his trousers if he really wanted to be nitpicky. Debatable if a belt should be counted as a separate item of clothing. Though it would be funny if he were to end in his socks and shoes only.
"As you command," he says with a grin as he unbuttons his shirt. Not unreasonably slow but he's not in a hurry either.
His next move is far more rational. Well, he still has a game to win. Can't concentrate only on undressing Waver. Even if it's pretty much his priority now.
It is kind of fun to hear Iskandar say that. Waver grins back, and leans comfortably against the couch to watch him as he sips his wine, making as much of a show as he can of it as Iskandar did to him. He's still the one who gets more embarrassed staring like this, but he also is enjoying it, even if it makes his cheeks glow bright red. Maybe that's also partially the wine, though.
"I do command," he laughs, reaching out to grab Iskandar's shirt from him as soon as it's off and drape it over his side of the couch with his own. As if Iskandar might try to put it back on or something (there's no risk of that).
"Ah. That's a better view."
He might be blushing, but the wine is definitely making Waver bolder. Rather, it's helping him blurt out what he's thinking instead of being too shy to actually say it aloud.
Oh, Waver. You know he said that on purpose. Iskandar is laughing too when Waver snatches the shirt from him. Not that he had any plans for it himself. Other than throwing it into the laundry basket the next day maybe? Nothing for this evening for certain. But the sole fact that Waver did it? That he doesn't avert his gaze or try to hide that he takes pleasure in looking at his king with less clothes on? That's joy beyond words.
Waver might be red from head to toe but Iskandar's grin could probably light half the city. Wine or not, they are making progress.
"I might argue that it is I who has a better view because you, my dearest boy, are a beauty."
Not that Iskandar thinks he himself lacks anything. Quite the contrary. He just likes what he sees very, very much. He would like it even more if he took Waver's pants off. The boy has simply gorgeous thighs. Hm. He will. All in its time. There are rules to this game after all.
Waver's already quite red, and yet he manages to blush even more at the shameless complimenting from Iskandar. His tail twitches, not quite wagging but close.
He doesn't know how to respond to that though, so Waver mumbles something under his breath that might have been some sort of thanks and immediately takes another swig of his wine. He's almost out. Again.
--right. His move.
"Yeah, yeah... Don't be so impatient."
Waver's ears twitch, one of them turning toward Iskandar even while he's looking over the chessboard for his next move, unable to stop paying attention to him entirely. It's hard to concentrate with Iskandar staring like this.
Finally, he manages a move. He might lose a pawn if Iskandar decides to go for it, but if that's the case and he takes the bait, Waver does have a plan a few moves down the line. If he can remember it by the time he gets there. If he can keep track of it past the hot feeling of Iskandar's eyes so intently following his every breath.
"Y-you don't have to stare like that... Is there something on my face?"
Without a single word of warning, he's on his knees hovering over Waver, studying his face with a focused gaze. One hand on the back of the couch and the other gripping the cushions on Waver's side. Their bodies mere inches apart. So close that Waver can feel the heat radiating from his Bonded.
Then he is gone, returned to his previous position as abruptly as he moved before. As if he never left his place. He flashes a grin at Waver and answering the question that he knows well was not even a question at all.
"No, I have checked and can confirm with utmost sincerity that there is not."
And no, he doesn't take the bait. It was tempting but he's got a better idea. Only two pieces left and then he can go straight for the win. The impenetrable wall he has crafted around his major pieces has just one opening. Is he is setting a trap of his own there?
Maybe. Or maybe he's too concentrated on watching how Waver's chest moves up and down with his quickened breath. Or how his skin's reddish tint creeps from his cheeks down onto his neck and up to his ears. Making him look as if he just stopped to catch his breath after a bout of physical exertion.
Waver scrambles back before he can help himself, crowded into the corner between the back of the couch and the armrest with Iskandar's arm braced across his open side as if cutting off all escape routes. Which he's allowed to do in the game, not in person. This is cheating!
"H-hey... what're you...?" Waver's eyes meet the intense look in his Bonded's, unable to do anything else. He's transfixed, pinned by Iskandar's gaze as surely as he is by his body so close it seems as though Iskandar might just abandon their board game in the next few moments and get to work on Waver as dessert.
Waver might be the one more with the claws and fangs, but his heart's beating like a prey animal's right now.
--but then, Rider is gone. Back to his side of the couch, a respectable distance separating them once more and the air between them growing cooler as Waver tentatively sits back up. He's still staring, dumbfounded, even as Iskandar's attention shifts back to the board.
"...Rider! That's not funny!"
Waver kind of wants to reach over and smack him, but closing the distance again may be too distracting. He's still intent on winning the old-fashioned way.
"Don't play dirty tricks!"
Distracting him by being too handsome counts.
Waver reaches across to move his piece with an indignant click, ditching his plan to try to lure Iskandar into having to focus on his pawns and going straight for the first opening he sees instead.
Iskandar shoots him another grin that maybe, possibly, by some miracle or divine intervention, could verge into the category of being innocent ... if only it wasn't so predatory.
"Oh? Dirty tricks? What dirty tricks? I am deeply wounded by your accusation." he exclaims in a hurt tone. Oh, the injustice! Such a terrible slander! Waver might have an easier time believing him if he actually managed to say this with a straight face and not grinning like a maniac.
But can he really help himself? He'd really like that dessert. It looks so delicious. Positively mouth-watering. He worked hard to make this evening special for Waver. Doesn't he deserve his reward? That later. He can wait. Anticipation is a spice for the patient. It can elevate any experience. Make it taste so much sweeter.
So instead of moving in to devour this beautiful boy, as all his instincts in unison urge him to do, Iskandar just moves a piece on the board. A knight. Out of Waver's way. Making him space to move forward. Luring him further in, deeper into the enemy territory. Would he realize it's a trap? Perhaps. It matters not. It's too late anyway. He can't really go back, can he?
He probably should have realized. He probably would have, if he'd been less flustered and less drunk. But as things are, Waver isn't really able to focus himself on the full board as much as he should be; the movement draws his attention and leads him into following with probably exactly what Iskandar wants.
"Uh-huh. Sure," Waver grumbles as he slides his bishop across the board, taking one of Iskandar's pieces.
"You're so put-upon. Poor you. Take off your trousers."
There are at least three ways in which Iskandar could now win in four moves or less. Waver walked right into his trap without even blinking. But Iskandar hesitates. He wants to win but he also wants to know what Waver would do if he'll let him win instead.
For now, he starts with taking off his shoes, then pants and then he puts his shoes back on. As absurd as it looks, there are rules and he's not going to give Waver anything for free.
"So do you," he replies knocking the bishop that just took one of his own off the board. Two moves more and he can win. Question is: does he want to?
He might have failed to realize that by doing so he just opened Waver a way to beat him even faster. Any other time it would have been the first thing he'd spot. But he would be concentrating on the game then. Right now, his attention is elsewhere.
Waver snorts when he starts putting his shoes back on, taking him way too literally. Oh, well. Waver won't be accused of cheating, so he doesn't insist that it's silly, if that's how Iskandar wants to count.
--but, damn. He should have seen that coming.
"Hey!" Waver exclaims when his bishop is taken, reddening further.
"Y-you distracted me! That's exactly what I meant by dirty tricks!"
Despite his protestations, he doesn't insist on keeping his trousers, though. Waver scowls about it the whole time but obeys, muttering under his breath about Iskandar's unfair tactics.
The next time he looks at the board, he's in his underwear, arms curled around his middle and hunched over a little shyly, but he takes a much more thorough look at the board. It feels a little... fuzzy. Waver's brows furrow, ears standing up straight and forward at full attention as he tries to sort through possibilities in his wine-laden thoughts.
"Aha... you thought I wouldn't notice."
Finally, he makes a move, intending to rescue one of his remaining pieces from Iskandar's approach.
The wine is not helping. Not that Iskandar is drunk. He can't possibly get wasted with just one bottle of wine, no matter how strong. That's a laughable suggestion. What it does though, is to make his already strained self-control a little weaker.
Iskandar moves his only remaining knight. He completely ignores the piece Waver was so frantically protecting and goes straight for the king.
"Check!" he declares with a wide grin.
One more move and he's won. It's a little early to celebrate victory but he can't help himself. He moves from his place on the couch. Before Waver has even a chance to voice a protest Iskandar is already leaning down to kiss him.
Waver's protestation is cut off by Iskandar's mouth covering his parted lips. Suddenly, he doesn't care very much about winning the game... though of course the distraction is a strategy he knows by now, and he wants to be grumpy about it, which Iskandar is making impossible, which is even more annoying!
Waver kisses him back briefly, hard, and nips his lower lip as they pull apart.
He shoots Rider a sulky, flushed glower.
"Not yet."
No matter where he moves his piece though, it's only a matter of a couple more moves before he's cornered. Even knowing this, Waver refuses to just give up and call it now. He retreats.
He hasn't made a single move suggesting he's planning to go back to his end of the coach. They both should have expected that. The moment Waver started taking his clothes off this game was doomed. Now Iskandar made another mistake and kissed him. He can't help it. The temptation was too strong. Iskandar can show surprising restraint when he needs to but in matters of love, he has none. Not that he wishes to have any. He's fine as he is. It can, however, interfere with his other, though lesser, goals like winning a game of chess.
Right now he couldn't care about it less. He moves a piece. A completely insignificant manoeuvre. Not completely useless, just meaningless. He couldn't spare a thought to come up with anything that made more sense. He just wanted to go back to the more important activity he was occupied with before.
Kissing Waver.
There are so many things he loves about the boy that he couldn't possibly list all of them. Kissing him is definitely high on that list. Sex is higher but simply kissing is quite high on its own. No matter how many times they do it, Iskandar can't stop being astonished how soft his lips are. He could do nothing else but kiss him the whole day and still, he wouldn't have enough.
"You are delicious, dearest" he purrs as he goes down to claim those lips again. So sweet, he could eat him whole.
"No! I have to move out of check," Waver defends himself snappishly, scooting back even as Iskandar starts to lean in again. "It's in the ru--"
What a damn greedy bastard. Waver reaches up to grab his shoulder, not sure yet if it's to embrace or to shove away, and ends up just holding onto him for a moment, lost in the demanding eagerness of Iskandar's mouth on his own. His lips part, fingers curling tight to press his trimmed nails into Iskandar's skin. He arches subtly, instinctively drawn in, the heat of Iskandar's passion sliding through him in a tremor that shudders in his chest, down his belly to his dick, and makes his eyes flutter shut with an unbidden moan.
And then, Waver bites him. Not hard, of course-- a warning nip. And a firmer shove.
"And you're cheating."
They could abandon the game. Waver's losing anyway, and it might actually be the better option for him. But... he's nothing if not stubborn, and he plans to finish this all the way because he said he would. Plus, it's annoying that Iskandar set rules but now he's just doing whatever he wants. Typical.
Iskandar drinks up that moan with pure content. The most sublime song of the divine Orpheus or the chorus of the silver-voiced nymphs from the mount Olympus couldn't have possibly sounded sweeter to his ears right now. It's true even if he wouldn't dare to say it out loud. They might be a world away from them but still, he wouldn't like to anger his gods now that he's mortal again. He absolutely loves making Waver sound like that. He even doesn't mind the bite. Quite the contrary, he likes his boy being feisty like that. It just adds to the charm.
But accusing him of cheating? That's harsh!
"I am not!" he protests but it would surely be more convincing if he wasn't sporting that lazy smile of a content predator at the same time.
Of course, he is greedy. Of course, he does whatever he wants. You've got yourself King of Conquerors, boy. You should be quite used to his impossible behaviour by now.
"It's not my fault you're so beautiful. I simply have to kiss you."
"You'd better not think flattering me is going to work so easily!"
Of course Waver knows. Waver knows and loves him for it and still wants to smack him for it sometimes at the same time. Being with Iskandar is liberating. He doesn't feel like he has to hold back -- especially not after all that wine -- and he knows Iskandar loves him just as much for not just letting him do whatever he wants without question. Not that Waver doesn't thoroughly enjoy it when his King does inevitably take exactly what he wants in the end, every time.
It's a familiar sort of dance. Building anticipation, playing around. Waver rebuffs him just enough to make Iskandar more and more obvious in his pursuit and his flattery, and Waver eats it up while saying he doesn't care.
They're both idiots.
"I'm not giving up yet," Waver announces, dodging any further advances as well as he can to turn back to the board. Of course, he is plenty distracted, so he doesn't pay that much attention anyway. But it's the principle of the thing! Or something.
Waver makes a move to further defend his king piece. Meanwhile, his dick makes a move to further undermine his pretense that he's more interested in the game than kissing.
"It is not flattery when I'm just stating the facts."
Iskandar delivers his declaration in most solemn tone but then ruins the effect completely by kissing Waver's naked shoulder. The moment when Waver stops berating him would be when he will really start to worry. For all the tsun - that he finds impossibly adorable every single time - Iskandar knows that Waver loves him with all of his being. The way boy clings to him, the way his body reacts to his touch, all that speaks louder than words. He needs no more confirmation than that.
"And the facts are that you are impossibly gorgeous," he continues in the same tone as if he was arguing his case before the General Assembly of Panhellenic League.
Though he'd definitely tone down the lewd if that was really the case. He feels no need for such restraint now. Quite the contrary, he thinks the lewd would be rather well received by his current audience. Not without appropriate protestations, of course, but that's all a part of the game.
"It would be completely unnatural if I didn't react to that." Another kiss, a little higher now, to the side of Waver's neck. "Hence I should be absolved of such cruel accusations."
He's not the only one reacting here. With one hand Iskandar reaches around Waver, across the board to make his final move. He has the other already on the boy's stomach, sliding underneath his underwear.
"Check-mate," Iskandar whispers to his ear as his fingers close around Waver's dick. "I win"
Waver's hips jerk up, his body reacting instantly and effortlessly to Iskandar's familiar touch. He doesn't even pretend to try to resist this time.
"Oh, fine... you jerk," Waver huffs, lifting his head and tipping his chin back to let Iskandar kiss his throat more. He lifts a hand to rest it on the back of his lover's neck, thumb idly sliding over the soft skin at the nape.
"All right... I know when I've been beat. Claim your prize, or whatever."
Not that the prize will sit back and be claimed without any say in it. Waver's fingers slide further up, closing around a fistful of Iskandar's thick red hair. He yanks, dragging him back just enough to kiss, deep and hot and wanting.
The game was always just a little distraction. Waver will be sure to get his own winnings very soon, and he plans to enjoy every moment of it.
Iskandar fully intended to, hm, claim his prize right there on the couch. But then Waver drags him down for a kiss and Iskandar knows. He's made very well aware that the couch won't do.
So he lifts himself up taking the boy with him as he does it. Not breaking their kiss even for a second he makes his way to the bedroom and a large bed that's more suitable for his current plans. He doesn't even have to look, he knows the way all too well. He's feeling especially creative that day and plans to make sure they both enjoy every second of it.
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"Such thought never crossed my mind. I am expecting a challenge."
He studies the board contemplating different moves. The one he chooses is surprising at best. It does mean Waver is going to lose exactly that knight he used to defend his rook before. It also means that Iskandar is risking his own knight by doing so. He could have done at least three other things without compromising himself. He didn't. So that's odd. Odd or rather he has another agenda here.
"Your knight is mine," he says striking the piece from the board. "Now, what I would like you to take off, hm..." His voice closer to a satisfied purr than ever before. He's watching Waver for a long while, his gaze wandering along the lines of Waver's body as if he really hasn't decided yet. Of course, he has. He's just prolonging it for his own selfish pleasure.
"I think the shirt would be a good start."
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Then again, maybe that should have been the first thing he expected. Iskandar already looks like he just wants to take the rest of Waver's clothing off immediately. He flushes, embarrassed by the way Iskandar is staring so intently at his body, squirming a little as the time drags on and Iskandar is just watching him with that hungry look in his eyes.
But a deal's a deal. Waver exhales when he's finally told to start with his shirt and moves to unbutton it the rest of the way and pull it off.
"Are you sure you're not trying to lose?" he grumbles as he does so, draping it over the back of the couch when he's done. Maybe this was a bad plan. Recently showered as he is and having decided to be comfortable, Waver's wearing far fewer articles of clothing than usual. It's just his shirt, trousers and underwear. He didn't even put on socks.
In other words, he can only lose two more pieces before he's playing fully nude. Whoops.
Motivated by embarrassment now, in addition to wanting to prove he won't be an easy opponent, Waver turns back to the board. Iskandar probably expects him to take that knight he endangered to grab Waver's, but he'll have to make sure it's not a trap, leading him into losing his bishop next...
Shirtless, Waver leans forward once more, staring intently at the board with one hand cupping his chin thoughtfully. Finally, when he's sure it can't be a trap, he moves to take Iskandar's knight in turn.
"There. Now we're even." He looks up, pointing at Iskandar demandingly.
"Take off your shirt."
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"Why would I even consider such a thing?" he asks, a content smile never leaving his lips.
Contrary to Waver Iskandar did count how many clothes he has on him on this day before making his suggestion. This is a rare occasion that he actually is the one having more of them. So losing a shirt doesn't cost him much. He still has trousers, socks, shoes and underwear. And a belt in his trousers if he really wanted to be nitpicky. Debatable if a belt should be counted as a separate item of clothing. Though it would be funny if he were to end in his socks and shoes only.
"As you command," he says with a grin as he unbuttons his shirt. Not unreasonably slow but he's not in a hurry either.
His next move is far more rational. Well, he still has a game to win. Can't concentrate only on undressing Waver. Even if it's pretty much his priority now.
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"I do command," he laughs, reaching out to grab Iskandar's shirt from him as soon as it's off and drape it over his side of the couch with his own. As if Iskandar might try to put it back on or something (there's no risk of that).
"Ah. That's a better view."
He might be blushing, but the wine is definitely making Waver bolder. Rather, it's helping him blurt out what he's thinking instead of being too shy to actually say it aloud.
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But the sole fact that Waver did it? That he doesn't avert his gaze or try to hide that he takes pleasure in looking at his king with less clothes on? That's joy beyond words.
Waver might be red from head to toe but Iskandar's grin could probably light half the city. Wine or not, they are making progress.
"I might argue that it is I who has a better view because you, my dearest boy, are a beauty."
Not that Iskandar thinks he himself lacks anything. Quite the contrary. He just likes what he sees very, very much. He would like it even more if he took Waver's pants off. The boy has simply gorgeous thighs. Hm. He will. All in its time. There are rules to this game after all.
"It's your move by the way."
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He doesn't know how to respond to that though, so Waver mumbles something under his breath that might have been some sort of thanks and immediately takes another swig of his wine. He's almost out. Again.
--right. His move.
"Yeah, yeah... Don't be so impatient."
Waver's ears twitch, one of them turning toward Iskandar even while he's looking over the chessboard for his next move, unable to stop paying attention to him entirely. It's hard to concentrate with Iskandar staring like this.
Finally, he manages a move. He might lose a pawn if Iskandar decides to go for it, but if that's the case and he takes the bait, Waver does have a plan a few moves down the line. If he can remember it by the time he gets there. If he can keep track of it past the hot feeling of Iskandar's eyes so intently following his every breath.
"Y-you don't have to stare like that... Is there something on my face?"
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"Hm?"
Without a single word of warning, he's on his knees hovering over Waver, studying his face with a focused gaze. One hand on the back of the couch and the other gripping the cushions on Waver's side. Their bodies mere inches apart. So close that Waver can feel the heat radiating from his Bonded.
Then he is gone, returned to his previous position as abruptly as he moved before. As if he never left his place. He flashes a grin at Waver and answering the question that he knows well was not even a question at all.
"No, I have checked and can confirm with utmost sincerity that there is not."
And no, he doesn't take the bait. It was tempting but he's got a better idea. Only two pieces left and then he can go straight for the win. The impenetrable wall he has crafted around his major pieces has just one opening. Is he is setting a trap of his own there?
Maybe. Or maybe he's too concentrated on watching how Waver's chest moves up and down with his quickened breath. Or how his skin's reddish tint creeps from his cheeks down onto his neck and up to his ears. Making him look as if he just stopped to catch his breath after a bout of physical exertion.
Like running.
Or sex.
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Waver scrambles back before he can help himself, crowded into the corner between the back of the couch and the armrest with Iskandar's arm braced across his open side as if cutting off all escape routes. Which he's allowed to do in the game, not in person. This is cheating!
"H-hey... what're you...?" Waver's eyes meet the intense look in his Bonded's, unable to do anything else. He's transfixed, pinned by Iskandar's gaze as surely as he is by his body so close it seems as though Iskandar might just abandon their board game in the next few moments and get to work on Waver as dessert.
Waver might be the one more with the claws and fangs, but his heart's beating like a prey animal's right now.
--but then, Rider is gone. Back to his side of the couch, a respectable distance separating them once more and the air between them growing cooler as Waver tentatively sits back up. He's still staring, dumbfounded, even as Iskandar's attention shifts back to the board.
"...Rider! That's not funny!"
Waver kind of wants to reach over and smack him, but closing the distance again may be too distracting. He's still intent on winning the old-fashioned way.
"Don't play dirty tricks!"
Distracting him by being too handsome counts.
Waver reaches across to move his piece with an indignant click, ditching his plan to try to lure Iskandar into having to focus on his pawns and going straight for the first opening he sees instead.
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"Oh? Dirty tricks? What dirty tricks? I am deeply wounded by your accusation." he exclaims in a hurt tone. Oh, the injustice! Such a terrible slander! Waver might have an easier time believing him if he actually managed to say this with a straight face and not grinning like a maniac.
But can he really help himself? He'd really like that dessert. It looks so delicious. Positively mouth-watering. He worked hard to make this evening special for Waver. Doesn't he deserve his reward? That later. He can wait. Anticipation is a spice for the patient. It can elevate any experience. Make it taste so much sweeter.
So instead of moving in to devour this beautiful boy, as all his instincts in unison urge him to do, Iskandar just moves a piece on the board. A knight. Out of Waver's way. Making him space to move forward. Luring him further in, deeper into the enemy territory. Would he realize it's a trap? Perhaps. It matters not. It's too late anyway. He can't really go back, can he?
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"Uh-huh. Sure," Waver grumbles as he slides his bishop across the board, taking one of Iskandar's pieces.
"You're so put-upon. Poor you. Take off your trousers."
He skipped the belt.
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For now, he starts with taking off his shoes, then pants and then he puts his shoes back on. As absurd as it looks, there are rules and he's not going to give Waver anything for free.
"So do you," he replies knocking the bishop that just took one of his own off the board. Two moves more and he can win. Question is: does he want to?
He might have failed to realize that by doing so he just opened Waver a way to beat him even faster. Any other time it would have been the first thing he'd spot. But he would be concentrating on the game then. Right now, his attention is elsewhere.
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--but, damn. He should have seen that coming.
"Hey!" Waver exclaims when his bishop is taken, reddening further.
"Y-you distracted me! That's exactly what I meant by dirty tricks!"
Despite his protestations, he doesn't insist on keeping his trousers, though. Waver scowls about it the whole time but obeys, muttering under his breath about Iskandar's unfair tactics.
The next time he looks at the board, he's in his underwear, arms curled around his middle and hunched over a little shyly, but he takes a much more thorough look at the board. It feels a little... fuzzy. Waver's brows furrow, ears standing up straight and forward at full attention as he tries to sort through possibilities in his wine-laden thoughts.
"Aha... you thought I wouldn't notice."
Finally, he makes a move, intending to rescue one of his remaining pieces from Iskandar's approach.
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The wine is not helping. Not that Iskandar is drunk. He can't possibly get wasted with just one bottle of wine, no matter how strong. That's a laughable suggestion. What it does though, is to make his already strained self-control a little weaker.
Iskandar moves his only remaining knight. He completely ignores the piece Waver was so frantically protecting and goes straight for the king.
"Check!" he declares with a wide grin.
One more move and he's won. It's a little early to celebrate victory but he can't help himself. He moves from his place on the couch. Before Waver has even a chance to voice a protest Iskandar is already leaning down to kiss him.
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Waver's protestation is cut off by Iskandar's mouth covering his parted lips. Suddenly, he doesn't care very much about winning the game... though of course the distraction is a strategy he knows by now, and he wants to be grumpy about it, which Iskandar is making impossible, which is even more annoying!
Waver kisses him back briefly, hard, and nips his lower lip as they pull apart.
He shoots Rider a sulky, flushed glower.
"Not yet."
No matter where he moves his piece though, it's only a matter of a couple more moves before he's cornered. Even knowing this, Waver refuses to just give up and call it now. He retreats.
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"Cautious now?"
He hasn't made a single move suggesting he's planning to go back to his end of the coach. They both should have expected that. The moment Waver started taking his clothes off this game was doomed. Now Iskandar made another mistake and kissed him. He can't help it. The temptation was too strong. Iskandar can show surprising restraint when he needs to but in matters of love, he has none. Not that he wishes to have any. He's fine as he is. It can, however, interfere with his other, though lesser, goals like winning a game of chess.
Right now he couldn't care about it less. He moves a piece. A completely insignificant manoeuvre. Not completely useless, just meaningless. He couldn't spare a thought to come up with anything that made more sense. He just wanted to go back to the more important activity he was occupied with before.
Kissing Waver.
There are so many things he loves about the boy that he couldn't possibly list all of them. Kissing him is definitely high on that list. Sex is higher but simply kissing is quite high on its own. No matter how many times they do it, Iskandar can't stop being astonished how soft his lips are. He could do nothing else but kiss him the whole day and still, he wouldn't have enough.
"You are delicious, dearest" he purrs as he goes down to claim those lips again. So sweet, he could eat him whole.
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What a damn greedy bastard. Waver reaches up to grab his shoulder, not sure yet if it's to embrace or to shove away, and ends up just holding onto him for a moment, lost in the demanding eagerness of Iskandar's mouth on his own. His lips part, fingers curling tight to press his trimmed nails into Iskandar's skin. He arches subtly, instinctively drawn in, the heat of Iskandar's passion sliding through him in a tremor that shudders in his chest, down his belly to his dick, and makes his eyes flutter shut with an unbidden moan.
And then, Waver bites him. Not hard, of course-- a warning nip. And a firmer shove.
"And you're cheating."
They could abandon the game. Waver's losing anyway, and it might actually be the better option for him. But... he's nothing if not stubborn, and he plans to finish this all the way because he said he would. Plus, it's annoying that Iskandar set rules but now he's just doing whatever he wants. Typical.
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He absolutely loves making Waver sound like that. He even doesn't mind the bite. Quite the contrary, he likes his boy being feisty like that. It just adds to the charm.
But accusing him of cheating? That's harsh!
"I am not!" he protests but it would surely be more convincing if he wasn't sporting that lazy smile of a content predator at the same time.
Of course, he is greedy. Of course, he does whatever he wants. You've got yourself King of Conquerors, boy. You should be quite used to his impossible behaviour by now.
"It's not my fault you're so beautiful. I simply have to kiss you."
Flawless logic, isn't it?
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Of course Waver knows. Waver knows and loves him for it and still wants to smack him for it sometimes at the same time. Being with Iskandar is liberating. He doesn't feel like he has to hold back -- especially not after all that wine -- and he knows Iskandar loves him just as much for not just letting him do whatever he wants without question. Not that Waver doesn't thoroughly enjoy it when his King does inevitably take exactly what he wants in the end, every time.
It's a familiar sort of dance. Building anticipation, playing around. Waver rebuffs him just enough to make Iskandar more and more obvious in his pursuit and his flattery, and Waver eats it up while saying he doesn't care.
They're both idiots.
"I'm not giving up yet," Waver announces, dodging any further advances as well as he can to turn back to the board. Of course, he is plenty distracted, so he doesn't pay that much attention anyway. But it's the principle of the thing! Or something.
Waver makes a move to further defend his king piece. Meanwhile, his dick makes a move to further undermine his pretense that he's more interested in the game than kissing.
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Iskandar delivers his declaration in most solemn tone but then ruins the effect completely by kissing Waver's naked shoulder. The moment when Waver stops berating him would be when he will really start to worry. For all the tsun - that he finds impossibly adorable every single time - Iskandar knows that Waver loves him with all of his being. The way boy clings to him, the way his body reacts to his touch, all that speaks louder than words. He needs no more confirmation than that.
"And the facts are that you are impossibly gorgeous," he continues in the same tone as if he was arguing his case before the General Assembly of Panhellenic League.
Though he'd definitely tone down the lewd if that was really the case. He feels no need for such restraint now. Quite the contrary, he thinks the lewd would be rather well received by his current audience. Not without appropriate protestations, of course, but that's all a part of the game.
"It would be completely unnatural if I didn't react to that." Another kiss, a little higher now, to the side of Waver's neck. "Hence I should be absolved of such cruel accusations."
He's not the only one reacting here. With one hand Iskandar reaches around Waver, across the board to make his final move. He has the other already on the boy's stomach, sliding underneath his underwear.
"Check-mate," Iskandar whispers to his ear as his fingers close around Waver's dick. "I win"
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Waver's hips jerk up, his body reacting instantly and effortlessly to Iskandar's familiar touch. He doesn't even pretend to try to resist this time.
"Oh, fine... you jerk," Waver huffs, lifting his head and tipping his chin back to let Iskandar kiss his throat more. He lifts a hand to rest it on the back of his lover's neck, thumb idly sliding over the soft skin at the nape.
"All right... I know when I've been beat. Claim your prize, or whatever."
Not that the prize will sit back and be claimed without any say in it. Waver's fingers slide further up, closing around a fistful of Iskandar's thick red hair. He yanks, dragging him back just enough to kiss, deep and hot and wanting.
The game was always just a little distraction. Waver will be sure to get his own winnings very soon, and he plans to enjoy every moment of it.
wrap?
So he lifts himself up taking the boy with him as he does it. Not breaking their kiss even for a second he makes his way to the bedroom and a large bed that's more suitable for his current plans. He doesn't even have to look, he knows the way all too well. He's feeling especially creative that day and plans to make sure they both enjoy every second of it.