dpscheck | hot springs episode

[ Six, at least, wore swim trunks. But the rest of his gear is nowhere near at hand; it is back up the path, folded on a nice warm rock, with his daggers on top of the pile. If he had to guess, he is at least thirty fulms from any way to defend himself aside from mudras.

He wishes he was losing his mind.

He knows that he isn't. Despite how deceptively relaxed he appears, his arms draped over the lip of the spring, keeping himself propped up, beneath the water his tail lashes in slow, agitated patterns. His eyes are closed and yet he can all but feel Zenos's delighted gaze slither across him. Unarmed, he stands zero chance of...

But then, his enemy is without his entourage, his armor, or his array of weapons. ]

Of course.

A good soak loosens the muscles and elevates the humors. I intend to be at my peak when I finally topple you.

[ Said with utter confidence, which is something of a load of shite. ]

Edited 2019-08-04 07:02 (UTC)

[Zenos is indeed quite unarmed. If he had shed his heavy armor and his preposterous magitek sword holster, he shed it somewhere well out of view and reach. Perhaps there's a sword hidden under the water, somewhere, but that would be very disrespectful of the kind of fine weapon he liked to wield...

He eyes that lashing tail curiously, amused at the emotions being betrayed there. For all that Six attempts to hold fast to his courage, to seem that he cares not one whit for any of this, parts of him say something quite different. How delightful.]

Do you?

[There is something exciting about that boast, exciting enough that Zenos inhales sharply. Aah, that's a flutter in his chest, that's a rippling of anticipation. They will have their fight, even if it may not be now...

But now can be its own thing to savor.]

Then I should strive to do the same. I should resist my impulse to challenge you here and now. To see what we are capable of, bare as beasts. To see your blood in the water.

[Those are the impulses he is feeling, he's... fairly sure of that.]

Will you?

[ "Zenos has never been one for politics. He lives only for war. Kill him, or he will kill you."

Lucia had told him that. He had believed her.

His fingertips twitch slightly. If he is swift, and there are none swifter than he, he could form the mudra for fuma shuriken and launch it in such a way as to separate Zenos's head from his shoulders. The damnable armor and the equally damnable swords had always stymied such assassination efforts before; his attempt with Yugiri that night in Yanxia had shown that much. But now Zenos has naught to his name but his bared skin and a frankly ludicrous amount of packed muscle. The man is more than big; he is broad. Easily three times his size.

...that implies certain other differences in size that intrude on his otherwise deadly serious thoughts.

Six exhales slowly. Now is not the time. He has a choice to make.

Speak. Stay. Flee. Fight--

Six is swift. There are none swifter.

His fingers twist in a specific pattern and aether flashes into his grip and he sends the fresh-made weapon flying in a wicked streak of black and flashing edges. ]

[Zenos can see no change in Six's level of tension... until, quite suddenly, he can. And what a change it is! What a daring move! What a daring, if ultimately futile, move.

Unburdened by armor, he is astonishingly swift for one so broad and brawny. He moves to the side with such haste that the conjured shuriken just barely grazes him. And then he follows that swift motion through and rises to his feet with a noisy displacement of water... and then simply stands there in all his glory, bloodthirst in his eyes.

Yes, he is very much naked. And yes, he is every bit as large, from head to toe, as Six's idle fancies had dared ponder.]

Not if you indulge me first!

[Which he already has. Which he will hopefully do again. A trickle of blood runs down his neck, beads upon his shoulder, catches a water droplet and streams down his chest... there may not be much time to admire such things, alas, for he begins to advance upon the Miqo'te. He takes long strides, slowed by the water, the steps of a man who is absolutely confident in his power.

There is still time for Six to react. Zenos hopes that he does.]

[ Shite.

Six finds himself briefly incensed by the unfairness of it all. Why in the Seven Hells is he so gods-damned strong?! They had been mere fulms apart, he had given no warning, Zenos had no true defense, why--

But impotent anger at his own helplessness is replaced by a shot of adrenaline and the looming figure of the man himself, streaked with dampness and causing the spring to churn as he moves slowly through it. The heavy swing of his princely cock and balls would be comical if Six wasn't occupied with the spectres of his impending death, or his very likely impending death, though the direction of his eyes is rooted on Zenos's groin for a noticeable second before his gaze snaps up.

Kill him, or he will kill you.

Words to live by.

Six leaps from the water, springing up to give himself a little more speed as his fingers twist a second time. He lunges at Zenos, then jumps up again, a palm slapping down on the Garlean's shoulder; Six is slightly above him in the air, in the midst of his jump as bright purple lightning flashes in his other hand.

If he slams the raiton directly into his blasted face, surely that will kill him. ]

[Six has been given good advice. Even if on some level, Zenos is not advancing with the intention of killing. Not yet, not here, not when there are greater and grander things that await in the Royal Menagerie. But he comes with intent to harm, and is so fixated on that particular base impulse that it does not even occur to him that Six has stolen a glance at the crown jewels.

It will register with him later, when there is time to ponder such things. But now...

Zenos moves with well-matched haste, shifting in the beginnings of another dodge, but that hand slaps upon his bare skin. Quick as lightning his hand closes tightly around Six's wrist, and he gives a sharp pull that is the beginnings of an effort to throw him forcefully out of the spring.

And then the other palm, crackling with lightning, comes down hard upon his chest rather than his face. Every muscle in his body seizes up, and does so with such violence that he collapses backwards into the water. His hand is not excluded from this. It's an almost-literal death grip at this point, and though it was not at all Zenos's intention, the Warrior of Light is coming right along with him.]

[ In the fraction of a second before Six begins to drown, he feels a moment of utter triumph.

He hit him. He hit him. True, it is not where he meant to strike, the bastard's unnatural speed serving to upset the direction of his attack, but he nonetheless brings a streak of sizzling lightning. The CRACK of sound it makes actually causes pain to stab into his sensitive ears, rendering the rest of the world instantly muffled. That would worry him, if not for the fact that he sees Zenos fall and thinks for a moment that he's finally won.

Then his wrist is yanked down.

It takes the rest of him with it.

Six is abruptly under water, shackled to the massive dead weight that is the Garlean Crown Prince. His sheer mass makes it so that no amount of flailing or kicking keeps Six's head above the surface of what is not actually that deep of a spring. His single shout of alarm sends heated mineral water down his throat and then, he is drowning. He is drowning in...what? Four fulms of water?

Desperately, he claws at the hand around his wrist, twice as big as his own. ]

[This might well have been an inglorious end for them both. An embarrassing anti-climax to the tale of this particular Warrior of Light, an abrupt disruption in the Garlean line of succession. But Six's clawing is a sharp enough pain that it reaches Zenos through the blackness that had briefly claimed him.

His heart beats. Involuntarily, he attempts to gasp for air. And when he takes in nothing but water, he thrashes and struggles and finally releases Six's hand. They are now both free to save themselves, and that is just what Zenos proceeds to do.

He rises with a considerable displacement of water, staggers and coughs fiercely, and tries to find his bearings through the sodden curtain of hair plastered across his face. Even a Garlean third eye can only do so much when so obstructed. Where is that savage? He grimace-grins, raising a hand to push the wet obstruction from his eyes.

If Six is fortunate enough to break the surface and spy Zenos in this state, he may be proud to see the impressive electrical burn his efforts left. Palm-shaped, already blistering, surely painful... and if it pains the mountain of a man, he shows no sign of it.

He takes a wet, rattling breath, and coughs more.]

[ Six is proud.

He is also hacking up what feels like a stomach's worth of water, even in the midst of clawing his way to the surface, and then to the other side of the spring, his shoulders shaking and his head pounding. His own hair, loose from its customary braids, is enough to cling to his temples and brows but not enough to obstruct his vision, and even as he gags against his arm, he thinks: hah.

Hah. Got you.

Of course, got is not killed and even though Six's aching body wants nothing more than to flop his head onto his arm and rest, he instead gathers up his strength. Water sloshes up and after him as he heaves himself up and out of the spring, so that his knees bang on stone before he kicks off and up to his feet.

His damn shorts drag. Half of his arse is on display. He doesn't have time to pull them up.

Not when he's breaking into a mad sprint for the entrance of the spring, where he left his gear and his weapons in a neat pile. ]

[Ah. There he goes. And after one more chest-rattling cough to expel the worst of the rest of the water in his lungs, Zenos pursues. And he is actually making an effort of it this time around. This is not the lazy advance of a man that believes nothing will harm him. He wants more. More struggle, hands upon each other, the promise of pain, the thrill of an unknown outcome...

Blood rushes through his veins, a seldom-felt thrill surging through him, that princely cock beginning to rouse itself in response to it all. It's no concern of Zenos's, mind. He clears the edge of the spring with ease and is after Six like a raging behemoth, a snarl in his throat. His thoughts are set on a more mundane sort of swordplay.

It may amuse or alarm Six to note that Zenos deposited his armor and sword dispenser not terribly far from where he'd shed his own gear.]

[ It's ironic.

How had Six missed all that the first time? It's right bloody there. Had he really been so focused on his own bath? So tired and ready to put his troubles aside for a while and just relax for once?

There is a split second of hesitation. Does he go for his own weapons or for Zenos's? Because he has a chance, a slim, slim chance, if the man is still unarmed, and he is so huge that Six's own daggers would be as laughable as pencils in his hands. So if he goes for that sword holster and chucks it off the side of the blasted mountain--

He's behind him.

He's right behind him.

Six should not have stopped to think, because Zenos is at his back before he even begins to turn and while he lays eyes first on his face, his perspective is low enough to spy that and every wet strand of fur on his body puffs up.

Suffice to say it is the largest such member that Six has ever seen, and he has had Roe and Au Ra partners aplenty. ]

[It was hidden behind a rock? It was surely not because the writer behind this hulking madman didn't go back and check just where Six had stashed his gear in the first place, no, no.

Anyhow, weapons are only somewhat on Zenos's mind. A bare-handed struggle is fine with him, and it leaves some room to potentially escalate if Six proves to be particularly slippery. Aah, he can just about smell the fear on him, and he can certainly see it, with how he bristles...

Hm, wait, where did his eyes flick? What for? Oh.

Well.

No matter. Let him be stunned by the glory of his form! It will surely make it all the easier to strike the first blow. And here comes that first blow now, a nice straightforward punch to the face, angled downwards due to the disparity in height between the two of them. But his other fist is balled and in motion as well, ready with a follow-up blow to his midsection, presuming Six has enough wits left to dodge the first.]

HAAH!

[ The glory of Zenos's form gives him pause.

What stuns him is the massive fist that buries itself in his solar plexus. Even soaking wet and bedraggled from nearly drowning, Six is still a speedy foe and that first blow is whiffed, passing through the air and ruffling a few strands of his hair. He sees the other hand, there down low, and he looks down to--

Seven Hells, his dick is huge.

And then Six is crumpling over Zenos's arm, vision swimming, pain flowing through his entire body as all the breath in his is forced out by the blow. For scant and terrible seconds, it seems as though his foe has him.

Then there is a burst of smoky aether.

Then Six is several fulms elsewhere, down the path and leaping over the rocks that had cradled Zenos's weapons. He pulls a leg back, kicks--

And then the holster of precious swords is sent careening over the side of the mountain. ]

[Satisfaction surges through Zenos as his fist makes such satisfying contact with his opponent. The impact, the weight, the breath leaving his lungs, it is glorious... and all too brief. Then Six has vanished in a puff of spoke, evasive creature that he is, and he is left standing there fist balled, muscles taut with the effort.

If he is fleeing, then Zenos resolves to set out for his weapons. He turns and starts for his original goal, only to find Six already there. How delightful! How exciting! Why, he just about laughs with the joy of it all!

He doesn't get out anything more than a clipped sound before his sword holster is kicked off the edge. Zenos stills, briefly unable to comprehend the thing that has just happened. Several seconds pass, before the distant crunching clatter of the thing impacting rock echoes upwards. It provokes a noticeable twitch in his left eyebrow.]

You...

[That was brilliant. But those were his. His precious trophies, nothing but the finest blades... and the Warrior of Light had gone and thrown them off a mountain.

There is time, in all of this, for Six to accomplish something else of use, surely. But not much. Once the clatter is finished sounding, Zenos sets upon him once more, possessed less by bloodlust and more by rage. He will kill him with his bare hands, then!]

[ Six does have enough time to feel another brilliant surge of satisfaction. There is something incredibly, powerfully, beautifully triumphant about overcoming the man, however marginal that victory may be. He has harmed him. Knocked him down. Eluded him. Deprived him of his weapons. These things cause a thrill to rocket through his body entire, hot and jubilant.

Six's heart is racing too quickly and there is far too much adrenaline within him for him to realize, but one-upping the monster has driven him to half-mast. Another mini-victory like that and he may be just as hard as Zenos himself.

There is, of course, one problem: the madman is bearing down upon him not just with speed, but insensate rage. Six's smug expression crumbles into alarm and he scrabbles away, back over the rocks, toward his damn weapons...!!

But he is not fast enough, not this time.

He feels a massive palm lock on the back of his neck, on his shoulder. ]

Shite-!!

[One hand is all he needs. A monstrously hard grasp, a ferocious pull accompanied by an equally ferocious roar, and he slams Six into the dusty ground face first. His hand holds, pressing him into the earth, holding him there, his fury so all-encompassing, all-consuming that he cannot think to do anything so expedient as to snap his spine and kill him. He simply wants to hurt him, defeat him, grind him down...

Six's face is not the only thing being ground against something, in this moment. That raging erection that had been so distracting to the Warrior of Light was now, on some level, distracting Zenos as well. As he pins one of Six's legs under his, and presses his weight down further upon him, his cock grinds up against the Miqo'te's ass.]

Hhhhhnngh....

[And then, unthinkingly, he does it again.]

[ He'd been expecting death.

In a raw, unarmed fight, there is no way he is going to win. The man is too strong. Too horrifically strong, even comparison to a Warrior of Light. Six needed weapons, time, distance, at least some small advantage--

So he thinks, I am going to die. ]

Gh...ngh?!

[ What happens instead, as he fights against the press on his head, coughing in the dirt, is that a heavy, thick, hot cock drives against his ass, leaving what feels like a smear of pre behind.

Then it happens again.

Then Six's own erection notes that this is familiar, and that it likes that very much, and he feels a hot pulse in his groin.

Then Six's voice barks out, his fur puffing. ]

Is that your blasted dick?

We're fighting, not swivving, you lunatic!

[The sheer incredulous anger of Six's response pulls Zenos just a bit back from the murderous edge he'd almost gone clear over. The next growling sound that he makes holds a hint of laughter, and those fingers clamped down upon his neck give a brief squeeze.]

So it seems!

[He has very seldom been the sort to crave this sort of contact... but it has never been something like this. Raw, violent, dangerous... As firmly pinned down as he has Six, he's not entirely convinced that the battle is won. It could all be turned about. The Warrior of Light is capable of the impossible, after all. And the thrill of that thought has him grinding his cock against the Miqo'te's ass once more, quicker and far more purposeful.]

You...

[Words briefly fail him, fading into a breathy snarl. The hand not on Six's neck grabs his ass and kneads with a bruising amount of strength. He gives a shudder and tosses his head, still-wet hair hanging forward as he looms and presses and pins.]

You excite me! More than anything ever has!

[Bloodlust and regular lust are, it seems, easily conflated feelings in the Garlean prince.]

Fighting... or swivving... need it be so different?

[ On the one hand, no, it didn't need to be so different. Six knew this from experience. In the past he had swivved with Maelstrom captains he'd been at odds with, a Wailer that tried to arrest him, and Karasu Redbeak, who at most could be considered not...actively...trying to assassinate him. But on the other hand, not a one of those men had had such animosity and violence twisted into his association with them as Zenos did.

Zenos, whose cock felt capable of breaking a Roegadyn.

Zenos, whose body heat burned at his bare back.

Zenos, who had a scent a like sweat and sex and blood, filling his senses, pressing down and down and down, until Six choked on a noise that was mainly rage. Mainly. The rest...he didn't know. Fingers dug into his ass and Seven Hells, he didn't know. ]

And you disgust me!

Are you a beast?! Control your damn self!

[ Beast. They felt like beasts. They both did. Animals, rutting in the dirt, and Six snarled openly, bucking back, reaching back to claw at Zenos's arm, crackling aether causing him to leave electrical burns along taut skin. There was no way to form a proper mudra like this, no way to concentrate when a cock ground against his cheeks, between them, across his asshole, but he tried anyway, fury and blood and lust pounding in his head. ]

Edited 2019-12-19 17:55 (UTC)

Disgust you?

[The words are snarled, and the hand that had been kneading his ass drops and slides inwards to grasp at Six's unmistakably hard cock.]

This seems to say otherwise!

[The point of self-control is long since gone, and everything that Six tries to do only seems to drive Zenos further on in this depravity. That painful, aether-sparked clawing at his arm draws not just a hiss of pain from the prince, but another spurt of pre from his enormously swollen prick. Enough to make the next grinding rut between the Miqo'te's cheeks slicker, easier.]

We are beasts!

[He breathes deep, an inhuman sound rumbling in his chest.]

Like no other!

[His hips jerk forward again, as though to punctuate the declaration.]

Made for this!

[And again, all-consuming lust setting a rhythm to his motions, the hand upon Six's dick jerking roughly in time.]

Fuh, gah, hhaaa!!

[ His hand is rough. Any wetness that remains has turned to grit and grinding, aggravated by the dirt and sweat that clings to the both of them. The noise that Six barks out when Zenos grabs him is mainly a noise of pain and affront, but also a guttural, growling acknowledgement of sick delight.

It is painful. Violent. Dirty.

He loves it.

Lust surges through him, gathering thickly in his loins and in his throat, and he bucks first up, into the man, and then down against his hand. He ruts into Zenos's cruel grip, his hands now clawing at the dirt, leaving black streaks behind as aether sizzles and sputters. His own strength comes to bear, his palms and knees braced against the ground as he hauls himself back, crushing the other man's dick between their bodies, allowing him to truly feel the vulgar slide over his ass and between his cheeks.

Painful. Violent. Dirty. Good. ] Fh, fuck you, you vile...I'll--!!

[ Hot pre slicks Zenos's fingers. Six feels himself building, balls tightening, blood roaring in his ears. ]

I'll kill you!

[ One day. Somehow. The image of blood on his knives, on his hands, is sickeningly tempting and beautiful. ]

Edited 2020-01-13 14:40 (UTC)

[Everything, every single part of this drives Zenos onward, deeper into this depravity. Those mingled sounds of pain and need have a sound almost like a laugh intruding upon his next gasping breath. The resisting press upwards has him growling, the tightness and pressure and heat just impossibly blissful. But it is Six's words, his furious declaration that he will kill him, that sets him alight from within.]

Yes!

[Pleasure, pain, it is all the same to him here in the heat of this moment. All a single rush of overwhelming, all-consuming need. And he wants more. Will have more. His hips work all the faster, his hand jerks all the quicker, the escalation of a man who is on the verge of climax. With each new shuddering, grinding thrust he curls in closer and closer, ilm by ilm, until Six can feel his breath upon his back.]

Tell me! Hah... tell me! How... hnngh... rage against me! Swear that you'll-

[And then, mid-rant, he comes, the enormity of the feeling stealing the words from his mouth and blanking his mind. That first hot jet spatters over both Six's ass and his own abdomen, and is followed by another, then another, and another still... enough to leave them both filthy with it, when he is finally spent.

Though his grip remains as firm as ever, there is a hint of give to him. A deep breath leaves him all at once, tension in his shoulders loosening. Sense will surely return to him shortly, but for now he seems to have burnt up all of it in his mad grinding.]

I...promise...you-!!

[ He will end him. He will rend him limb from limb. He will cast him down and crush him into the dirt, as Six has been in each of their encounters so far. His loathing and his humiliation feed into his rage, amplified tenfold by this moment, by the hot breath that wafts against his neck and his ears.

Again, he has lost. Again, he roars and he fights and he falls. ]

You're dead, do you hear me?!

I'll--

[ No, it's too late. Every muscle below the belt is tensing up, coiling, his fury and his hate are driving him on and on, and there on his back is the bastard's gods-damned cum, flung onto his skin, between his cheeks, and his gut twists with pleasure and disgust. Just how much can a man have?

There's no holding on. No holding back. With a wretched snarl, he comes, too, spilling hotly against and into Zenos's palm. It is over in a flash of white and painfulness, leaving him gasping for breath and feeling each wheeze burn in his throat. At his back is all of the other man's monstrous weight, now still, and it is disturbingly intimate, considering he can feel his heartbeat.

Thud thud thud.

Something alive. A living monster. ]

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