The Mark Of A Dragon

Alone Together

The way Wriothesley seemed to falter when Neuvillette said 'I love you' made him smile, and his grin widened once the other said it back. Neuvillette's heart fluttered and he blinked slowly in an expression of appreciation. As Wriothesley squeezed his hand, he squeezed back.

It was nice to have some gentle affection before the two would be intertwined and sprawled on the bed as Neuvillette gave into his instincts, marking Wriothesley and permanently locking their relationship and bond. It would be more than a friendship from this point forward.

It was too silly to get worked up over this, when they were about to bond for life in a way more intimate than usually available for regular people. And yet, Wriothesley still felt a little off-kilter. He was grateful that Neuvillette was still keeping it together enough to steady him in turn.

"...Sounds pretty. It's a shame I'll have to use two mirrors whenever I want to look at it. It's a good thing I usually have my neck covered, I wouldn't want to distract everyone from their work when I walk by. At least not any more than I already do." Wriothesley commented, properly regaining his speech.

Neuvillette then held the keys out to Wriothesley as they stood outside the door. "Would you like to have the honour of opening the door?" He asked, twitching more with every passing moment.

His gentle quiver from earlier had turned into a tremble, and Neuvillette didn't want to admit the fact that he was on the brink of falling apart. "It's the blue key." He added, standing on shaking legs next to the door.

Wriothesley glanced down at Neuvillette's hand, noticing the slight tremble. Smiling, he took the keys from him. "Of course it's the blue one. You're nothing if not consistent, ludex." Wriothesley said, bumping their shoulders together before he moved to unlock the door to push it open.

Watching Wriothesley take the keys from his hand, Neuvillette got a little more jittery. "If you don't have any mirrors, I'm sure I can find a way to get you some if you really want to look at it. I know I'll enjoy looking at it." Neuvillette smiled, his fists clenching as he watched Wriothesley slowly open the door.

If he asked, Wriothesley knew, there would be a shipment of entirely too many elaborately decorated, fancy mirrors of all shapes and sizes arriving at the Fortress in two weeks at the latest. So he didn't ask.

It would be more than enough to be able to feel the mark when he reached back, and.. it was a little hot, to think that Wriothesley himself didn't need to see it. It marked him as Neuvillette's to everyone else, after all. He hoped that it would ache for a good long while before it healed properly.

Almost as if he was an energetic child, Neuvillette ran forward through the door and jumped onto his bed, which was.. unnecessarily large. Like the room. "Lock the door on your way in." Neuvillette told Wriothesley, standing up off the bed and removing his unnecessary decorative clothing.

As the door opened, suddenly Neuvillette wasn't at his side any more, and Wriothesley couldn't help the surprised laugh at his sudden Burst of childishness. He'd never seen Neuvillette act seductive for today, but this was another new experience.

Almost as if he was unrestrained,  now that he didn't need to be, he didn't need to keep up appearancesand could allow himself to let his instincts guide him. What a privelage to be allowed to see that.

Wriothesley turned and locked the door, leaving the key dangling in the lock before he turned around and started to shrug off his jacket. "Well, I'm entirely at your mercy for the week, starting now." He proclaimed, still smiling despite the way his heart hammered in his chest with anticipation.

Watching Wriothesley lock the door and take off his jacket, practically presenting himself to Neuvillette.

Neuvillette had taken off and kicked aside his accessories and any extra clothing, leaving only what concealed his entire being to Wriothesley. Hearing the other's words, Neuvillette practically slithered over and pulled down the collar of Wriothesley's shirt, exposing the back of his neck.

Wriothesley often wondered what was going on inside Neuvillette's head, but he was especially curious now. Maybe he wasn't thinking much at all, for once. Just focused on the present.

Neuvillette gave a faint hiss, pressing his nose to the spot where he would mark Wriothesley. Grabbing a hold of his hand, Neuvillette brought the other to his bed.

Wriothesley shuddered at the tough to the back of his neck, already imagining what it would be like to have Neuvillette's teeth sunken in there, marking him permanently.

But then, they were further apart again, and Wriothesley followed obediently as he'd promised.

Sitting Wriothesley down, Neuvillette took off and set aside the darker haired male's accessories as well, leaving him on only a shirt and those tight pants.

Sitting down, Wriothesley allowed Neuvillette to help undress him, despite being perfectly capable of managing that himself. It was oddly nice to be taken care of.

Wriothesley tilted his head, meeting Neuvillette's eyes. Deep, ancient eyes, like the sea in the light of the midday sun.

Neuvillette seemed to stop and stare, almost observing Wriothesley. Reaching out, he grabbed the other's arm again, rubbing his thumb over Wriothesley's scars.

Neuvillette listened to Wriothesley's heartbeat, his free hand falling onto Wriothesley's thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. Feeling Wriothesley's skin tighten, he smiled. Wriothesley's unique eyes met his, and Neuvillette looked back longingly. Wriothesley's eyes usually had a cold glare, but now.. it was warm. Welcoming. Wanting.

Wriothesley blinked quickly, lowering his gaze to where Neuvillette was touching him. Sure, they had touched before, but since they were both usually wrapped up in many layers, skin on skin contact was enough to make him break out in goosebumps. Especially over the more sensitive of his scars.