Culgan: *He glanced around in the camp, smiling a bit. The soldiers were mostly resting, or just otherwise wasting their time. There weren't going to be any battles today, so only the guards on duty had something important to do. //Like watching the camp... No point, really. No one will attack here.// He sighed silently. The break from the battles was just as welcome to him as it was to the soldiers. It was afternoon now, and there sun would stay up for several hours more. He had spent a few hours in a strategy meeting this morning, but that was all official business for the day. After the meeting, he had taken care of some unfinished paperwork, then talked to a few of his officers and checked the horses, but now, he had absolutely nothing to do. //Could go read a book or something... sounds good, really.// He entered his tent and sat on the bed, picking up the book he sometimes read before going to sleep. //Hmm. I hope that Seed has some work to do... otherwise I bet that he's bored to death by now.// He smiled at the thought of his red-headed lover, then opened the book.*

Seed: *//I wonder what they're doing in the enemy camps now...bored bored bored...// With a familiar frown, he watched the grunts at play, screwing around now that they had nothing to do. He himself had little use for the downtime, and his tapping foot showed it. Since he'd made Vice-General...and wasn't *THAT* a shock...he'd found his boredom increased along with the ass-kissing and tension. The cause of that tension was just now meandering a forced path towards his general direction, and he made every effort not to meet the deathly stare, running a million rabbity excuses through his mind. //The whores...he's heading for the whores// Breathing a sigh of relief, he watched the wolf take one of the women off, presumably to screw her and/or rip her guts out. //I can't think of this stuff right now// Agitated, he jumped up and wandered the camp, looking for Culgan, ignoring the looks that passed his way. He didn't need to start a fight either, and his temper frayed at each clamp he put down on it. //They're just jealous...fuck 'em// Nothing...the silver-haired General was probably holed up in his tent, after that horror of a strategy meeting. Although he paid those no mind, after finding out why he'd been promoted to such a high position, he still had to attend. "Culgan...are you in here?" Opening the flap, he saw his lover on the bed, reading, a look of contentment upon his face. "I'm glad you're happy. Chess? You're reading a book on games? How exciting..."*

Culgan: Good afternoon to you too. *He answered calmly, without lifting his gaze from the book. //Hmm. Guessed right. You're sure very bored, my dear... And in a bad mood, too.// He sighed silently, read a few more lines and then changed his position, putting the book away.* What's wrong with chess? An interesting game... Besides, this book was written by a Harmonian scholar who knows all about the game. So, yes. Very exciting. *He got up and took off the black and white coat. Then he turned to look at the redhead, a tranquil expression on his face.* Let me guess. You're bored to death, so you knew you had two choices. First is to kill someone, and the second one is to find me. *He smiled a bit, watching as the younger man glared at him almost angrily.* Not a good day so far, my love? Well. How about you sit down and tell me what is it this time that's making you so grumpy. Maybe I can help...

Seed: *He watched as the other man shed his coat, appreciation for his lover's form showing clearly on his face. If he was irritated by his silver-haired companion's patronizing tone, he didn't show it. In any event, Culgan spoke his language, and he placed himself quite willingly into the older man's control.* "You should leave the coat more often..." *He smiled with as much flirtatious suggestiveness as he could muster, crushing his ever-increasing doubts over their fates, and his feelings towards the wolf. If only Culgan's proximity was enough to blunt the consistently present disappointment over his promotion, even if it had occurred more than 3 months ago, all would be right with the world. Perhaps...* "You always know what to do...even if you are more boring that those idiots out there... And you know me very well...can you tell what's on my mind right now?" *Moving towards Culgan with a small smile, he gently forced the other man back into the chair, settling his lithe frame onto his lover's comfortable lap.* "Just a hug..." *He buried his face into Culgan's neck, nuzzling, seeking protection if only for a moment, and receiving it.*

Culgan: Alright... *He smiled calmly, wrapping his arms around the other man. //Hug, eh... Hmm.// He liked holding Seed close like this; it made him feel more peaceful than anything in the world. To hold the younger man and to be able to protect... Seed wasn't the type to need protection, but the thought was enough.* What's in your mind, you ask... You're bored, and don't feel like sitting out there were everyone stares at you. So you'd rather spend your time with me. *He held the younger man gently, restraining from stroking the fine red hair. //You'd think I'm weird... Hmm. But I'd sure want to... you look so lovely right now...// He glanced down, shaking his head a bit.* I can guess how you'd want to spend the next few hours. *He gave the redhead a bit mischievous smile.* But how about we just sit here and talk about something? Or maybe play some game... Pick a game. Anything. I'll play.

Seed: *The emotions reflected in his lover's eyes warmed his entire body, and he was loathe to do anything more than stare into Culgan's eyes like a love-starved girl. Sighing audibly, he considered his options, of which there were only two. He wanted to get his lover naked-of that there was no argument. He made no excuses about his sexual appetite with Culgan, and the older man hardly seemed to mind. So then...the actual choices he had were to talk and then screw, or play a game, and then screw. //Gutter-minded peasant...blah//* "Hmmm..." *Talking wouldn't work...he'd probably fall asleep as the tension left him, or he'd get more agitated, a risk he didn't want to take because he wanted to fool around. Frowning, he concentrated on thinking up a game, and then snickered when the answer hit him.* "You said anything, right? Right? So let's play poker, handsome..." *Shuffling off his lover's lap, he plopped onto a nearby chair and grinned mischievously, waiting to let the other ball drop.*

Culgan: Poker? If that's what you want... I have cards here somewhere... *He got up from the chair and checked some of his things quickly. He always kept his things quite well organized, so he knew where to look.* Ah, here. *He turned back to the redhead, placing a deck of playing cards on the desk.* Want to deal? *He gave the younger man a warm smile, idly wondering what was the thing that Seed wasn't saying but the wine-red eyes were telling him. //What are you planning now, dear? I know you... you're up to something.// He sat back down, studying the redhead's face. He was very sure that Seed would have wanted to make love right now. //As always... but you also know that this is a tent. Can't really do it here... You're not that silent.// He kept a half smile on his face, still looking at the younger man curiously.*

Seed: *//Heh...he's actually surprised by my choice// In fact, the man was already trying to read his mind. He offered a feline grin in return, carefully shielding his facial expressions, and inched the chair as close to his lover as the game permitted. He split the deck into two small piles and left them there, hoping he ended up as ingenious as he felt.* "So...what are we playing for? Money? There are many things we could bet on, you know...and money is sooo boring." *Fully in the role of tease, he caught his lover's eyes with his own and threw every ounce of sex appeal he had into that look. Depending on Culgan's mood, he'd achieve victorious results or fail miserably. //I'll kill him if he's in a teaching mood//*

Culgan: Are we supposed to be playing for something? I don't much care for gambling... *He stared at the redhead very curiously now, raising an eyebrow. //What's with that smile... Trying to seduce me, aren't you?// He smiled back, a hint of seduction in that smile that only Seed had ever seen. He was very sure by now that the younger man was up to something more than just playing a normal card game. //And why do I have the feeling that I know what you're planning...// He played with the thought for a little while, then nodded to his red-headed companion. * But, if you can think of something else to bet on, I guess I'm in...

Seed: *His interest in the game intensified with Culgan's reaction, and he made an effort to still the noise his groin was making. Pulling his eyes away from Culgan's proved difficult; it was rare to see that sensual smile on his lover's face, and he was loathe to abandon it.* "Something else, eh?" *He was sure that Culgan knew what was on his mind, but he doubted he'd figured out the method of procuring it. Smiling widely, he cast a long, warm look upon his lover's form, running a heated gaze from head to toe.* "You do know that boredom is the enemy of most relationships, right? So...why don't we get creative and play for the second most desirable thing next to money in this world..." *He winked here, feeling incredibly horny and stupid and ingenious at the same time* "...stripping you of your clothes before mine. Strip poker, handsome. And I know how to play poker..." *//Like hell you do// Still, he grinned lecherously, the temptation to at least engage his lover in such tomfoolery worth the risk of eating his words.*

Culgan: *He stared at the redhead for few more seconds, then couldn't help but laughing. //Should've guessed. Really... Knowing you, my dear, what else would you suggest?// He shook his head, then calmed down and gave the younger man a warm smile.* Strip poker it is, then. Hope you're up to it... I'm quite good in poker myself... *He glanced at the coat that was lying on the bed. //Well, guess you get the advantage here, my love...// He'd never played much poker with Seed around, but suspected that the red-haired swordsman knew how to play. //And there aren't many games that I wouldn't know... I'm good enough to strip you from that uniform quite fast.// He figured he's lose a few rounds, but Seed would surely lose more.* In that case, it's settled. The one who loses the round will have to take off something. Well, deal the cards, then...

Seed: *He shrugged as if he had no cares in the world, taking the threat of losing rather lightly. To play without the desire to win would dull the game, so he planned on giving it his best shot. Besides, Culgan loved a good challenge, and where his silver-haired lover was concerned, he aimed to please. Holding the deck of cards loosely, he dealt out the required 5 cards apiece and set the remaining deck near their mutual center. He sat close to Culgan, but not enough for him to see his cards. He picked up his small pile carefully, eyeing the hand with some surprise. //Not bad..// Then again, part of poker was based on luck and skill with keeping one's facial expressions devoid of thought. //Oh hell...like...I can DO that with him...// He cursed his momentary forgetfulness, determined to make the best of it. With any luck, maybe this whole thing would turn into a sexy kind of psych-out session. If so, Culgan *would* win...he knew he went down much too easily.* "So...how many cards do you want?"

Culgan: *He studied his cards, keeping a calm expression on his face. //And you're too easy to read, my love... You seem to have some good cards there. Well, I guess I could let you win one round...// Thinking for a short moment, he selected a few cards to keep and then nodded to the redhead.* I'll take three. Let's see now... *He received the cards, then studied his hand again. //Not good, only one pair... Well, you win then, I guess.// He gave the younger man a calm smile and placed his cards on the table.* Only one pair of eights... Bad luck, I guess. How about you?

Seed: *Having selected a single card to replace the one he'd abandoned, he was further surprised to find himself holding a full house. Three of a kind and a pair. Feeling electrical thrills from head to toe, he managed a not so childish teasing and stuck his tongue out. The cards hit the table and he grinned, eyeing his lover with a barely concealed eagerness.* "Do I get to pick? Or are you going to be stubborn about it?" *He fiddled with the deck as he waited, unconsciously tidying the cards into a square. He knew Culgan had no problems reading his face, but that was only the first round. Besides, this was strip poker. You either won or you lost, since folding made no difference to the outcome. //Are you always so stupid? Or just around him?// He didn't bother to grace his brain with an answer it already knew.*

Culgan: Well... Seems I lost this one. I don't intend to be stubborn. I lost, so... *He shrugged, calmly starting to remove his shirt. //Ah... you sure are in better position here, since I don't have my coat. And I don't have my scarf either... Oh well. I'm not letting you win the next one...// He worked on the buttons slowly, knowing that Seed watched his every move. Then, he took off the shirt, tossing it somewhere in the direction of the bed. Unfortunately - to Seed at least - he was also wearing a sleeveless shirt today. That, however, didn't do much to hide his upper body. For a man who spent a lot of time reading, he was still nicely muscled and quite strong looking. He maybe looked more like a strategist, but he did train a few hours a day and taught some of his soldiers himself. Turning back to the younger man, he nodded at the cards, smiling calmly.* Well then. Care to deal again?

Seed: "You are soooo boring..." *A silly half grin on his face gave him away as a liar immediately, and he continued to stare as if he'd never seen the man naked before. He knew his lover's penchant for downplaying his appearance, a trait he himself chalked up to a lack of vanity. However, he suspected that Culgan enjoyed his appreciative glances, and he made an effort to drag this one out, eyes twinkling merrily. Had anyone entered Culgan's tent then, they'd have a hard time placing the personalities with the faces.* "Looks like we're about even on the clothing count now. Or does my belt count as an extra piece?" *A soft laugh, and he began shuffling the cards, expertly shedding 10 from the top between the two of them. Exchanging three cards for the crap he'd gotten this time, he shook his head at the new ones, remembered what he was doing, remembered it didn't matter, and was mortified to find himself giggling.* "I hate you, do you know that?"

Culgan: Yes, I did. Did you know I love you? *He answered, still smiling quite calmly. He had decided to keep the calm half-smile on his face, as that hid any of his feelings. And he'd never failed in looking calm... not to mention that it usually annoyed the redhead when they were alone. //Hmm. This round is mine, it seems...// He could guess what they would end up doing by the end of the game, so he used a few seconds to plan ahead a bit. //Tents sure aren't very good places for doing that... Especially since it's not nighttime yet. I'll just have to make sure you stay quiet.// He didn't bother to waste time planning on how to keep unwanted visitors away, since it was quite certain that no one would need him today. //Well then... // Picking up two new cards, he glanced at the younger man, then placed the cards calmly on the table.* Well. Seems my luck is changing... Three aces. Let's see what you got there, love?

Seed: *He smirked, tossing the worthless cards upon the table.* "Bupkiss. And you get the pants." *With his body temperature rising, the loss served two purposes: cooling his flushed skin down, and allowing him more practice on his physical flirtation. "Don't...get used to this. I don't plan on losing this game..." *Smiling, he stood and stretched languidly, enjoying himself, his hands never quite leaving his body. They soon fell upon his waist and worked beneath the uniform, where he slid the form-fitting black pants down to mid-thigh. Shifting back carefully onto the chair, he relaxed and resumed to finish the job, stopping only when the boots presented their obvious problem.* "These are a freebie..." *Whispered honey-promise in the offer, and he removed the boots as casually and as precisely as he did the remainder of the pants. There was something vaguely erotic in wearing the uniform with nothing beneath, and he knew he had terrific legs. To bring as much attention to them as he could, he used a spare chair as a footstool, allowing the uniform to fall open...playful teasing, not outright provoking. Casting a long, lazy, casual glance at his lover, he waited with a smile.*

Culgan: *He gave the younger man a long glance, admiring the sight. //Such lovely legs you have, my dear...// He nodded, still keeping the calm half-smile on his face.* Well then. Deal again. *He leaned back in his chair, eyes still occasionally wandering to steal a glance of the redhead's legs. //Not planning on losing? We'll see about that...// Picking up the five cards Seed dealt for him, he gave one quick glance at the younger man's face. //You shouldn't play poker... You're way too easy to read.// He could easily tell that Seed's cards weren't too good this time, either. And a short look at his own cards confirmed that his red-haired companion was about to loose some more clothes. //Hmm. I need one more good card...// He discarded one card and picked a new one from the pile. //Good. All clubs.// He waited for Seed to exchange cards.* You first this time.

Seed: *The appreciation was there, and he preened before it. When Culgan made no move to take over the game, he proceeded to deal a fresh hand, pondering over which piece of clothing he should remove next. The cards mocked his earlier boast, laughing at him from the most pitiful hand he'd ever seen. He glared down at them, then remembered he wanted to get laid, so it really didn't matter how fast he lost the game. "Hidoi! This is unfair..." *Glaring at the older man, he tossed all but an Ace onto the table and drew four fresh cards. They sucked more than he did. Snickering at the sexual puns that invaded his mind, much as he'd soon be invaded, he thought about throwing the game and then tossing himself on his lover. He hadn't been this ornery for a long time, and he suspected it had something to do with them being in a tent.* "You're just lucky!" *Pointing a finger at Culgan as he stood, he gave a haughty look and turned away, struggling to remove the shirt without disturbing the jacket much.* "Like?" *He twirled in a 180, situating the uniform coyly upon his slender frame, completely nude beneath it.*

Culgan: Very much. *He gave the younger man an approving smile, then waited for Seed to deal new cards. //Lucky, maybe... or maybe you're trying to lose. That would be new, thought, since you don't like losing... But then again, I know you also want something right now...// Just as calmly as earlier, he picked up the new five cards. This time, luck was not on his side. He exchanged three cards, then studied his hand. //Only a pair of fours...// He shrugged, then placed the cards on the table. Seed didn't have much better luck, but still had a pair of Jacks. He smiled to the redhead who was grinning victoriously.* Alright. I lost again. The shirt goes, then... *He got up, then slowly removed the sleeveless shirt. //Well, since I know the game you're really playing...// He was good enough in the game of seduction himself, and could tell from the younger man's eyes that it was working, too. He sat back down, taking a comfortable position in his chair - also one that gave the redhead a good view of his upper body.* Mind dealing again?

Seed: *Calmly, he trailed his gaze all over his lover's chest. It wasn't that he hadn't seen it before, but the older man rarely involved himself in activities such as this. Culgan still had the pants and boots on, and he doubted the man would give up the latter as a freebie.* "Hmmph. If you think I'm losing on purpose, you're sadly mistaken. You have way too many pieces of clothing, and I did give you a freebie." *Mouth frowning but eyes dancing, he dealt the next hand, torn between hoping he'd lose and wanting to see Culgan take off those damned pants before he did. His frown exchanged places for a smile and he nearly smirked at his hand. * "Well now...am I still trying to lose?" *Feline smirk crossing his features, he leaned forward to watch his lover's face, knowing that his uniform was loosening as he did so. He had some ideas about what he'd do if he won, but the gods seemed to favor his submission. He could only cross his hands and pray they weren't paying attention today. Anyway, if Culgan didn't give him the boots, he still had one more turn to go. Not bothering to pick up any cards, he laid his flush out on the table.* "Go on...beat that..."*

Culgan: Hmm? *He checked his cards, raising an eyebrow when glancing at the flush that the younger man had placed on the table. ///Seems that luck isn't on my side today, after all...// He exchanged a few cards, but didn't get anything better than the pair he already had.* Only a pair of tens. Seems I have lost this one... *He got up and moved to sit on the bed, calmly starting to remove his boots. Then, he gave the redhead a quick glance and grinned a bit.* Well, to be fair, I'll have to remove my pants as well... *He dropped the boots next to his bed and slowly concentrated on working with his belt. //That look on your face is sure worth it, my dear...// He threw the belt next to his other clothes that were lying on the bed and stopped to look at his lover. Then he just gave Seed seductive smile and continued with the pants. He got them off easily, so he dropped them to the pile of clothes and sat comfortably on the bed.* There. I lose. What are you going to do now?

Seed: *He had not prepared for this, at least not fully. He truly doubted that Culgan would take off the boots AND the pants. His surprise must have shown of his face, for the older man just sat there, smirking at him. Like he wouldn't know what to do. He certainly had some ideas, but rarely the motivation to see them all the way through. This time differed no less from the rest. Ignoring everything but his very naked lover, he inched over on cat-like feet and stood before the other man. There was no semblance of power in his stance; he stood over Culgan only to stare, taking his time before pulling the silver-haired head to his chest for a very strange and meaningful kiss. He just felt like it. He trailed warm hands over his lover's back, feeling the heat between them increase, wondering at the sudden intensity of his ministrations. Coming back to himself, he pushed his lover very gently back onto the bed, straddling the tantalizing frame with much passion. His uniform slipped back and puddled about his middle-back, but he made no effort to remove it.* "What to do, what to do..." *He mused aloud, coyly, but his eyes held no humor, only want.*

Culgan: What to do... I think you know exactly what to do. And if you don't... I do. *He smiled warmly, then pushed the younger man down on the bed, stopping only to push the clothes that were lying there off to the ground. Seed only had the uniform coat on, and for some reason he found that little detail to be very interesting. Usually he was the one to wear anything at the time they got to bed, but now... //And I got to admit, that coat, with nothing else on, makes you look quite sexy...// He slid his hands under the coat, caressing his lover's skin gently.* You know, this is a tent... and the sun hasn't set yet. So there are soldiers outside. If you really want to do this, you'll have to stay quiet... *He grinned a bit, sneaking one hand lower under the uniform and stopping between the redhead's legs.* Hmmmm...

Seed: *He squirmed, he arched, he mewed as his body was caressed. He became aware of nothing but his lover's strong, warm hands and unusually low, seductive voice. When the former settled between his legs, he tried inching towards it in anticipation of the promise it held. With regards to the warning, Culgan may as well have been speaking to a wall. He was in a terrible heat, and didn't care one whit if the soldiers bore witness or not. His sexual drive, combined with his absolute obsession with his lover, gave him a curious nonchalance about onlookers. It pleased him to have everyone know he was this man's lover, unsettlingly so, and had Culgan allowed it, he'd have bragged to anyone who'd listen. He'd had a few jealous moments, but Culgan wasn't the polygamous type. His lover knew he was quicker than him with a sword.* "I don't care..." *Ragged voice, eyes flickering dangerously, warning him.* "Let them hear. Or put your hand over my mouth. Gag me if you want. Just get on with it, damnit!" *Suddenly bucking upwards, he engaged his lover in a soul-kiss, locking his lips onto Culgan's with typical ferocity.*

Culgan: *He kissed back passionately, then broke the kiss for a moment and reached for his coat.* Oh, I'd love to... But I'll have to take care of some preparations first. *He smirked, knowing very well that Seed couldn't care less if he had just taken him right now. //No, actually I think you would care... Because that's what you'd want me to do. Just take you.// In any case, he didn't like hurting his lover, so much to the younger man's disappointment, he moved away, removing the small bottle of oil from his coat pocket. He stopped to rub some of the oil to his hands, then finally returned to caressing the redhead.* Hmm, I guess you wouldn't mind if the soldiers outside would hear... In that case, I'd really like to see their faces when they hear your screaming. *He grinned, then captured the other man's lips for another passionate kiss. His right hand wandered back to caress the redhead's chest, while the other slipped back between the slender legs, stopping for a moment to fondle the already hard length. Then that hand moved lower, quickly locating the small opening and pressing two oiled fingers in.*

Seed: *If he'd been able to keep some vestige of control, he lost it completely when Culgan uttered that hidden threat. The way his body understood it though, was as a promise cloaked in sexual aggression, and Culgan damn well knew he'd see it that way. Suddenly possessive, he wrapped himself around the older man as much as the current activities allowed. He willed his lower muscles to accept the intruding fingers, again wondering what it would be like to have them inserted without his consent. He'd recently been morbidly fixated on his lover in the role of rapist, taking him with such force that he'd scream whether he wanted to or not. It was an ugly, mortifying fantasy, and he knew Culgan would find it distasteful. He couldn't talk about the ideas he had, but he could think of them, in bloody sobbing detail. Sometimes it made his stomach hurt, but to be honest, the whole thing was stupid since you really can't rape the willing. Whore in the bedroom, bitch in the real world. If he knew how to cook, he'd have been a cliche. It just seemed that he couldn't satiate himself enough, and he had no more to give.* "C'mon...Culgan. Please. I'm so loose right now I could handle two of you." *A low hiss.* "Give me what's mine..."

Culgan: My, someone sure is on the mood today... "What's yours", hmm? Well, you could say that, since I'm only yours... *He chuckled softly, shaking his head. He was used to his lover's style of wanting to get to the point as fast as possible, and this time surely wasn't any different from the others. But this time, he felt like actually fulfilling the need his lover had, instead of doing things slowly.* You just can't wait, eh? Well, in that case... *He kissed the younger man again, gently withdrawing the fingers. //Wonder what the soldiers will think, since they saw Seed coming here... Weird thing is, for some reason, I don't care. Let them talk...// He shifted his position a bit, forcing Seed's legs apart some more and then just thrust in without bothering to wait any longer. //Ah... since I kind of promised to make you scream, I guess I'll have to do that...// He continued with controlled, yet almost cruel thrusts, his lips hungrily wandering on the redhead's neck and shoulders.*

Seed: *He was way too eager for this pounding treatment, and had neither the urge nor the inclination to scream. He felt no pain upon his lover's entry, only a deep, heavy, magnificent weight within his body, the invader as demanding in its need as he was. Already walking the edge of his own release, he bucked against his lover, craving the sensation of being crushed against the older man's chest. His skin was on fire where Culgan's lips touched it, and soon enough, he was unable to stifle his cries of intense pleasure. Culgan's ferocity drove his member against the other's stomach, the friction so incredible he bit into his lover's shoulder as a defense. Combined with the repeated assault upon his prostate, which Culgan's member sought out with uncanny eagerness, he soon became aware only of that violently pleasurable sensation. There was so much heat in his groin that it seemed to evaporate whatever sweat he produced from the violent coupling. Because he knew he'd be able to repeat the process, he allowed the first uncontrollable orgasm to consume him. It damn near made him blind, and he sobbed out Culgan's name repeatedly, a whisper-gasp that he knew could be heard by the right ears. He didn't give a fuck. His lover kept the brutal pace, never quite hurting him, even though he'd still be sore in the morning. His every move was jerky, spastic, the makeshift bed promising to show signs of abuse in the morning.*

Culgan: Hmm.... already...? *He mused, lifting his face to look at his lover's wide-red eyes. But he didn't stop or slow down; the blissful expression on the redhead's face made him want to continue and never stop. //But I should be more careful... Hope you'll be able to sit tomorrow, my love.// He grinned to himself, knowing that it was too late to think of such details anymore. He'd already started, so he could just as well finish. //Wonder if anyone heard you calling my name... Actually, I hope someone does hear it. Then they'll know who you belong to, my love.// The thought made him feel a bit possessive for a moment. He slipped one arm under the younger man's neck, returning to caress the soft skin with his lips. He did leave a couple of marks, not caring if someone would see those tomorrow. //Mine...// The sun was obviously setting now, since the inside of the tent turned a bit darker and the air was cooling. It didn't matter, as he'd never needed light to see and know every inch of the redhead's body. As for the cooling air... they were quite warm at the moment. //Got to remember to get the blankets before falling asleep, though.... it's cold at nights.// He smiled, continuing to thrust into his lover with a burning need to please them both.*

Seed: *Cries catching high in his throat, he gave himself over and simply received, although it was in doubt whom the aggressor was. He refused himself nothing, digging well-bitten nails into Culgan's back greedily, feeling the lean musculature work as his lover used him. Incredible passion consumed his shuddering frame, and the pressure in his groin was incredible. He kept wishing he could also play voyeur on his own sex act, and he wanted to touch Culgan everything as they made love. His nails dragged down to where they could feel his lover's hips working with the thrusts, and he held them there, wishing he could vocalize the perverted nothings in his mind. He'd not yet convinced Culgan of the use for dirty sex talk, but unfortunately, he now had one of two choices. Scream or chatter at his lover, since it seemed his control was worth shit tonight. He hoped Culgan wouldn't take it too bad; he voiced some filthy things, mostly centered around that pleasure-giving object, interspaced with demands of a more base nature. All in all, he doubted Culgan would walk away from this feeling like anything but the world's greatest man and best fuck.* "I love you love I love...you..." Eyes squeezing shut, he shook like a rag doll and released again, wetness spreading even more, binding their bodies together. He sobbed once, arched, released his hold on Culgan, and fell back to the bed briefly. Mewing, thighs trembling, he huffed out breath in post-coital exhaustion.*

Culgan: ...I love you too... *He whispered into his red-haired lover's ear, feeling quite spent himself. //Well, if there is one good reason to do this slowly, then it's the fact that I can control myself better that way...// Now, he was just too tired to hold to his calmness. He would have wished to be able to do so, and maybe get a third release from the younger man. That would've been easy at any other time, but not today. Sighing, he let go, feeling quite disappointed with himself. Then the orgasm consumed him and he wasn't sure what happened anymore, until he found himself lying on top of Seed, face buried against the redhead's neck. //You sure know how to make me feel tired... Been a while since I've felt this exhausted after our lovemaking.// He got up a little, smiling tiredly to his lover.* Tired yet, my love? For once, I sure hope you are, because I'm about to fall asleep. *He pulled out, moving to the side. As much as he'd loved to just fall asleep where he was, he had to consider the fact that he was heavier than Seed. He stroked the red hair gently, then closed his eyes, just listening to the younger man's silent breathing.*

Seed: "Mmmm..." *He paused, back to breathing, heart rate slowing until he could think. He turned on his side and gazed at his lover, surprised to see the same exhaustion in that strong face.* "Lazy..." *He hummed in pleasure, draping one leg over Culgan's and nestling his head against the gently rising chest. An arm reached out to contain him there, and he sighed softly. It was impossible to know if anyone had heard them; the tent was much too heavy to see shadows through, even with the torch fire illuminating the camp. He didn't believe he'd been that loud, but he wouldn't know until tomorrow. His fingers traced concentric circles on the older man's stomach, suddenly realizing he wasn't all that tired. A feeling of power filled him, sore as he was, but not enough to provoke him to move. Humored by the fact that he never did seem to completely *win* any of the games they played, he eventually willed himself into a gentle slumber.*