(To Dirk's credit, he doesn't flinch away or move. He stares back at Savage, through his dark lenses, paying close attention to his words. He doesn't deny them. It was easy to write Dirk off as emotionless, but Savage was closer to the heart of him.
Savage was right. It was Dirk's coldness that has made him so lethal in the past. His ability to snuff out any warmth in a moment had proven time and time again to be worse than his blade. Dirk falls completely silent, not responding to the statement, not responding to anything else, either lost in thought or reverting to the default of ominous quiet.
He stares over towards the ocean, watching the far-off waves sliding against ice. He did not seek happiness nor did he expect it.)
I would not ask that of you or anyone else. (He was cruel, but he liked to think he wasn't that cruel. He looks away from the ocean and back to Savage. Then that's it. No more talk.
Dirk doesn't hesitate. He's gone in the blink of an eye and grabbing Savage just as quickly. There was no exaggeration of his strength. He's more than capable of whipping Savage clean across the beach. And if Savage doesn't somehow manage to avoid his grab, that's exactly what he does, not so much as breaking a sweat or getting a hair out of order. Savage had said something about being thrown. Dirk figured it was as good of a place as any to start.)
I know. If you're a god, I doubt you ask for help much, if at all. And that will be your downfall.
[Savage watched Dirk, staring at the human in front of him rather than bothering himself with what Dirk might or might not be looking at. It was impossible to tell with those shades on, and he wasn't about to bother himself about it either. The time for talk was over as quickly as it had began.
Suddenly Dirk was gone, and he felt a sudden grip on him. He was just as quickly airborne, soaring like he were in a speeder, but his physiology and enhancements were such that he didn't panic as he was rocketed backwards. Instead, he twisted in the air to get his legs under him towards the sand and then he used the Force all around him to push himself down, to fight the momentum of Dirk's throw.
Soon his boot toes were digging into the sand as he leaned forward, carving deep trenches the further he was fighting the momentum of the throw. He came to a stop some distance away and shifted to step his way out of the two trenches of his legs, unfazed but experiencing a jolt of exhilaration.
He lifted his chin and issued a Zabrak howl of challenge, pounding a his flesh fist on his chest over one of his twin hearts. Then he stared at Dirk before he began to charge back the distance, which was significant and easily telegraphed given how far apart they were. Did he care? No. Would he cover the distance without being winded? Definitely.]
(Holy shit. Dirk loved men so much. Okay, so there were slivers of happiness in his life, but maybe it didn't count when it was pure carnal desire spurred on by some shot of adrenaline. When Savage gives his howling challenge, Dirk spreads his feet apart and smirks broadly. It would have been easy to just fly up into the air or use his speed to his advantage, but he wanted to feel what this guy could do to him.
So what does Dirk do? He doesn't go at Savage at all. He braces himself for impact, eager to feel what that body would feel like hitting his full speed, full strength if the guy would punch him or try to throw him back. It was better than Christmas morning and he had never even celebrated Christmas a day in his life.)
C'mon, hot stuff.
(But Dirk likes to win too much to just take it. So just as those last few feet were cropping up, he backflips elegantly, swiftly out of the way. He bounces on his feet, feeling elastic and excited. Now that Savage was closer, they could really get their play on.)
You can do better than a straight charge. I'll even slow down for you and everything. (Isn't he sweet? But of course, there's a mocking edge to his voice, because what was a fight without a little trash-talking?)
Won't even fly. See? I can be perfectly submissive.
[He closed the distance with large loping strides, and he didn't even care for a moment that Dirk had plenty of time and opportunity to strategize how to take advantage of the seemingly blind charge. He might be reckless in battle, but he wasn't stupid and had been fighting opponents since the day he could roll around and grasp things. He was born to fight, and he enhancements made his want for one spike higher than ever.
The backflip, elegant though it was, didn't even cause him to break stride, and he was focused enough that he was not easily baited right yet. His blood might be pumping hot, but he was currently in control and needed to close the distance. Oh, he could use the Force, but he was saving that.
And he simply planned on running full speed into Dirk if the younger man didn't move out of the way. He set his shoulder to make the impact right into Dirk's face if he could, but more than that, he finally gripped the Force and released it in a wave of energy that would supplement his blow and potentially throw Dirk backwards a significant distance down the beach in the opposite direction he had gone.]
(Oh, well, shit. He can feel the wave of something knock him clear off his feet. He gives a decent tumble through the sand and winds up on his back, staring up at the sky above him. He was fine, but part of him just wanted to take a collective moment to thoroughly enjoy what just happened. He pushes himself up onto his elbows and grins. Now, this was a fight.
He's on his feet within seconds and darts back over to Savage. This time there is no holding back. He slams into Savage in a full-body tackle, hooking his arms around his waist to send them both flying. Nothing like a little intimate contact in a possible-seduction fight. He wanted it to be up close and personal and to get some leverage on the guy. He wasn't out of breath, and he sure wasn't hurt by the blast of power Savage gave earlier.
He was starting to feel confident that they would be able to keep up with each other just fine.)
[That was a satisfying send off, he would admit. He snorted through his nose, and he began to stalk closer. From what he could tell, Dirk had the ability to be fast, could apparently fly, and had no issue sending a being with his weight sailing like it was nothing. He was cautious on his approach this time, grin spreading across his face at the sight of it on Dirk's.
Immortal indeed. This was going to be fun.
When the younger man came at him, he set himself as if expecting another send off down the beach. His eyes narrowed when it seemed the charge would hit him and he took it as he landed on his back and began to flip and tumble them down the beach, expecting that Dirk would hold on to him as they went ass over tea kettle. He did, of course, wrap a leg over the top of Dirk's thighs to keep them close unless there was a big push off.
Sand flew everywhere, and he made certain to make a massive attempt to keep their momentum going until he could land on top of Dirk.]
Dirk can feel Savage pushing into the tumble and he returns the favor. It keeps their momentum up for far longer than any regular people would be able to maintain, and it makes it all the more satisfying for when it finally ends.
Dirk grunts as he lands on his back. His glasses haven't even so much as moved once. He shifts against the sand but does nothing to get Savage off of him. Instead, Dirk looks smug and completely satisfied with himself for winding up in this position.)
That's not my katana that's digging into your hip. I'm just extremely happy to see you.
(He's pliant beneath Savage, but he likes to think that he proved well enough that he didn't have to be. That he could easily throw Savage off of him if he was inclined to do so. He would again if Savage really wanted to push the fight further. Dirk really was always down for a good brawl, but his blood was roaring in his ears and he was edging on the feeling of mania, his thoughts starting to grow hyper and desperate and arrogant tenfold. He felt like he could do absolutely anything he wanted and all he wanted to do right now was Savage.)
Are you satisfied with this courtship or do you want me to actually feed you your own ass?
[This had gone well. It wasn't a long and drawn out fight so far, but it was good to prove that they could both take part of the beating on each other.
He raised his brow at the rub of hips, and he nearly thought to punch the smug look right off of Dirk's face. But then that comment flew, and he made certain to frown and glance down.]
What katana? Feels like a butter knife.
[He was keenly aware that the pliancy was a ruse, that they were still on the edge of violence at any moment. He reached up to seize the younger man by the jaw, turning his face a little to test how Dirk would react. Amazing those shades hadn't moved at all, but that wasn't what interested him nearly as much as when he leaned down and gave a little sniff.]
Hmpt, courtship? Is that what you called that? I'm barely bruised... [Then he leaned in the rest of the way and put his teeth on the corner of Dirk's jaw with full intention of drawing blood in a bite.]
(Dirk laughs yet again. He forgot how much he actually liked alien dudes. They were always saying the wildest shit. No wonder his brother decided to dick one down.)
Is that what it feels like? Must be that you're not too exciting then.
(The sudden seize cuts Dirk's smugness off with a small noise. It wasn't one of fear though, but mere surprise. Not too many people dared to touch Dirk abruptly. And definitely none like this. It sent an entirely different kind of heat through his body. He grows deadly still. It would be easy to mistake it for anger or resistance if it wasn't for the fact that his body was physically relaxing further beneath Savage.)
Not personally, no. Flirting would probably be more appropriate. (He's speaking in his regular clipped Texan drawl, but there's something a little more controlled. He opens his mouth to state that he could change that, but then Savage's teeth are on him and he forgets what he was about to say.
He sucks in a slow breath through his teeth and reaches a hand up to grab the base of one of Savage's horns.)
Watch yourself, partner. If you're gonna do that, you better do it right. (He doesn't push Savage away. Rather pushes slightly against his head, a silent encouragement. Go ahead and draw as much blood as you liked, Savage.)
Then you haven't done a good enough job making me excited...
[Normally, he didn't talk back, usually because he was up against Maul who could tongue lash. Everyone else didn't engage him quite like this, starting with cheekiness then violence and back to some cheekiness. It reminded him a little of some of his younger days with the Nightbrothers.
He wasn't afraid of what Dirk could do to him, not concentrating on that as he felt the stillness under him. It came with relaxation, so he didn't stop and was poised for a new outbreak of violence between them. He would dare it to come, and if this was 'god-tier' flirting, he was curious of what else Dirk had to offer.
Where he was from, flirting was biting. Maybe he was getting into the idea of it, though he was still uncertain if this could or would go anywhere. It had been a long time, and he had never tested his larger altered body before. If he had to pull back and walk away, he would.
His head tilted slightly at the pull to his horn, but he was committed to the bite. Encouraged, he made certain to draw blood, belated realized he wasn't certain what Dirk's blood might do to him. He decided he'd take the risk, tongue flicking against the back of his teeth to lap up the blood. His claws dug into cheeks and neck while he was at it.]
(This was incredibly different. For all his talk, Dirk was woefully inexperienced physically. But mentally? He's had about every fantasizes a gay dude could have about other guys and then some. He had a lot of time in isolation to think about it. Jake was great, but they had just been dumb teenagers in a world falling apart. There wasn't much to say or think about what had transpired between them physically. It certainly didn't come close to touching this and Dirk would never have expected it to.
Still, it makes his skin flush and he's already analyzing all of his own reactions, categorizing them neatly into his head.
Thankfully for Savage, Dirk's a paleblood, so the most his blood might do is make one feel more emotionally open. Otherwise, it was just pretty to look at, pale as Dirk himself and the moon above.
Dirk doesn't make a sound, but there is the slightest hitch in his breathing to suggest that he liked this. That it did something. It was a rush. He felt real and that was the only way he could think of it. His hand loosens somewhat around Savage's horn and he hopes that he walks away from this with a long-lasting bruise or two.)
I should put a disclaimer out here that I'm not fucking in sand.
[He certainly wasn't going to refuse the possibility, since he found it far easier to potentially be aroused with a man than he was with a woman. His experience was based on interactions with males of his own species, but he had been heavily groomed to understand that eventually, he would be given to a woman to be used as she saw fit. That put a certain amount of pressure and tension
He also wasn't certain how much he could trust his body with such interactions. Humans were, in general, far more breakable than a Zabrak. His physicality had been enhanced so much that the possibility of hurting even another Zabrak was very high, so meeting up with someone that both was interested in him and wasn't easily broken made for dizzying possibilities. He wasn't fully committed to being on board with more than challenging each other and play.
He lapped at the blood as it leaked between his sharp teeth, feeling it coating his lips and the inside of his mouth. Oddly, it made him feel closer to Dirk, which... was that supposed to happen? He should be more careful, but he still didn't consider it much.
He snorted at the disclaimer, and he dragged his palms down the length of Dirk's arms then over so he could press his claws against those thighs.]
You haven't given me many reasons to feel insecure about this situation.
(Dirk had to wonder about how compatible their bodies would be. He had a good gut feeling, but that may just be because he was in the mood. Or because he had absolutely no issue with the idea of figuring out alien anatomy. He felt sure he could handle whatever Savage had to give him.
It was less painful and more comforting to have Savage licking at his blood like that. His hand relaxes against the back of Savage's head and it would almost seem a tender moment if bloodshed weren't involved.
Nah, it still felt tender.
He slides an arm under his own head to assume a casual position. He shrugs.)
It seems inevitable at this rate. This isn't exactly a platonic scuffle in the dirt. Even if we don't fuck right now or tonight, we'll fuck eventually. Pretending otherwise would be counterproductive and juvenile. We're sexually compatiable.
(And because Dirk's an asshole, he smirks and adds:)
[Thankfully, he knew for a fact that humans and Zabrak were sexually compatible. If his Iridonia brethren were correct, they could even breed with humans, not that he had to worry about anything like that with Dirk. It didn't matter what his brother thought on the matter of that. And Dirk clearly wasn't particularly breakable, which was helpful if he was going to agree to a union of any sorts between them.
Low and nearly inaudible with the background noise of the sea against the shore, Savage issued the start of a purr as he sealed his lips around the injury he had created and allowed his tongue to sweep over the bite mark.
He withdrew a moment later to tip his head to peer at the immortal who seemed very casual about the whole matter. That didn't seem unusual at all from their brief interactions.]
You still say it like it's fact. If this does go where you say it will, beach is out. So where would you consider an acceptable place to engage?
[Then Dirk mentions his brother, and he sat up like he had been burned. He doesn't even bother to hide the annoyed look on his face, and instead of socking Dirk as he thought too, he issued a sharp whistle. Ruin the rathtar stopped chewing barnacles and immediately began to roll their way.]
He would approve of anyone willing to sleep with me, I expect.
(Dirk mourns the loss of Savage's mouth. It was starting to shift from appealing to satisfying. The purr was an unexpected gift too, and Dirk's just about to move when suddenly he loses contact. Dirk sighs loudly, dropping a hand onto his own chest.
Okay, so bringing up brothers while boning wasn't the most tactful move. He could see the error of his ways.)
Anywhere that won't get sand up my urethra, preferably. I have many kinks, but sounding isn't one of them.
(Weeeeell actually...No wait, no. Don't think about it. He refocuses on the subject and the fact that a tentacle monster was heading their way. If this was his first death in Trench, it felt worth it.)
Maybe, but he totally thinks I'm extra suitable. More importantly, you don't seem repulsed by me.
You talk big, but I do have to wonder... what base are we on? And how many bases are there in total?
[He was going to ask what Dirk's favourite kink was, but it seemed more important to poke at the human thanks to bringing up his brother like that. Yes, Maul had publicly approved of Dirk, but that didn't mean that the human can remind him that his brother was picking and choosing his potential bedmates.
Ruin was hissing out squeaks while closing the distance very rapidly. He frowned down at Dirk, shaking his head as he stretched out an arm for a tentacle to find first.]
Because he thinks you'll put up with me, and you aren't boring. [The opposite of boring.] I'm not someone people show much interest in unless they want me to fight them or something else.
I feel like that was a way of you trying to understand the base system without making it seem like that's what you're asking. (He's an absolute fuck sometimes.)
Three bases. First base is kissing with tongue. Heated stuff above the waist. I would say we are comfortably in first. Second base is hands below the waist. Third base is when mouths are used below the waist. Homerun is fucking - the whole party. All the way. So, technically four if you want to get specific.
(Dirk wondered how he would have felt if Dave pulled that with him. Actually, he would probably love it. Dave had good taste.
Dirk looks over at Ruin. He swallows and the hand on his chest begins to fidget just slightly. He really sucked at social interactions like this. He was better at the suave confident stuff.
He looks back at Savage.)
Everyone has an objective with everyone they interact with, Savage. Fighting. Sex. Money. Friendship. Relationships are an exchange. Let's not act as if selfless interactions exist.
(He props up onto his elbows, brows raised.)
But hey, by all means. Tell me what you're talking to me for and why you're biting my neck. Is it to fight or "something else?"
[Savage tilted his head as he considered these bases, not certain why one needed bases of operation. Was this how some humans decided where to go in sexual encounters? It didn't seem to him that Dirk would be too committed to those.]
But we haven't kissed yet? Do you count biting as base one?
[Perhaps in a few days - or if this interaction went well - he might actually change his mind about his brother meddling with his conversations. Both Maul and Usagi were terrible, and he was uncomfortable that they thought he couldn't manage. So he was grossly out of practice, but that didn't mean he couldn't.]
I know. I don't do friends. Humans don't always make sense to me, hence why I questioned you initially. You're so... different.
[His tone made it clear that he wasn't at all adverse to the interaction, as surprising as it had been. He leaned down, dragging his nails up Dirk's thighs then moved to capture the human's wrists.]
I don't know what I want.
[So true. He had stopped considered what he wanted when it didn't involve his brothers. Of course, that this point, Ruin had covered the distance and tentacles wrapped around his upper arms and then launched to his shoulders mouth first. Some tentacles reached around his shoulders to capture Dirk's arms and neck.]
(Dirk had no feelings one way or another about the base situation. But humans really did tend to enjoy categorizing every experience.)
Some people who fuck never kiss. (Then he nods.) I would count it as base one, yeah, probably.
(Dirk stares coolly at Savage and winds up tipping his head to the side.)
Sweetheart, humans make no sense to me either and I'm technically a human. I wasn't exactly raised as a human. I probably am different and I'm not just saying that because I have a complex.
(They were on a similar page even if it wasn't identical.)
I'm shitty with relationships in general, platonic or otherwise.
(Wow. He really likes those claws. He visibly shivers and it's not because of the cold.)
Mmm. I think you know at least partly what you want. (He lets Savage do whatever he wants with his wrists. It's a little more exciting when Ruin's in the picture and Dirk can't tell if that's because of a weird thing for tentacles or because of a potential nearby threat.)
Whatever the fuck this is. (If Dirk died by hot alien dude and his tentacle ball thing then Dirk would die happy. Then come back three minutes later to get off.)
[Even with Ruin latched onto his back, arms and shoulders - something he was used to - he watched Dirk with just as much cool consideration. He considered most humans were dysfunctional, but this might be one of the few to actually outright admit it. That admittance shouldn't make him comfortable, but he did experience a disarming effect.
Stupid human immortal. Maybe his brother was onto something. Maul needed to stop being right about so many things in his life.]
If you're shitty at any kind of relationship, and the only relationship I can hold together the one with my brother, we likely will go down in flames no matter our association.
[He tightened his grip on Dirk's wrists, sitting up again so he could pull those arms up. Then he rolled his shoulder.]
Ruin, backpack.
[The rathtar knew only two commands, and one of them was backpack. It rolled off of his shoulder onto Dirk's chest, teeth snagging any material and maybe some flesh if there was wiggling and then tentacles moved to curl all around Dirk. Arms, legs, around torso, neck. Anything that was available.
Savage rose from where he was sitting on Dirk to make room for the rathtar.]
No point staying here getting sand in your ass crack.
[He reached down and grasped the back of the rathter and picked the pair of them up.]
(No, he actually liked it, but it has been a long time since he has kissed someone he's actually wanted to kiss like that. He also didn't like to test his luck with guys. Some paranoid part of him still wondered if he had kissed Jake less if Jake would have felt less overwhelmed by the whole being with a dude thing.
Dirk knew he was a whole Situation. It would be pointless to pretend to deny it. He might not know down to a psychological diagnosis what's wrong with him, but one would have to be an absolute idiot to miss the glaring red flags of his personality type. He wished he could write it off as being moody and upset about being alone his whole life, but it went deeper than that. It wasn't something he could exclusively blame on a bad childhood.
Savage, on the other hand, seemed...Secure. In a way that Dirk couldn't quite define yet but he was already more comfortable with Savage than he had ever been with Jake. Not that that was a particularly high bar to get over, but it's his only point of real comparison.)
Good thing I love playing with fire then.
(If his eyes were visible right now, he would totally be winking.
Dirk lets himself be lifted. He's not deadweight, though, not quite used to playing completely submissive no matter how much he liked the idea of it. He watches Savage curiously.)
Oh, hello. Okay. (That's not where he thought this was going. He has a split-second moment of wondering what the fuck he actually agreed to before realizing he was down for whatever Savage was about to do.)
What the fuck- (Okay. Okay. He was literally being hauled off, apparently.)
Is this a preview of our evening together? 'Cause I gotta say, I've made so many interactive porno games that involved tentacles that I have a few ideas.
(Okay. A place. Where.)
Dude, you've been here longer than me. You pick. I'll oblige. The only place I really know is my pad and that's not ready for guests yet.
Indifferent? [He took a moment as he began the trek off of the beach with his pet and his current prize to consider that simple answer.] Perhaps you've never had someone enthusiastic about kissing?
[Kissing was usually a simple manner of showing affection, though with Zabrak they tended to gently headbutt or nuzzle each other. That didn't mean he hadn't kissed before because he had and found it pleasant. Sometimes it was an easy - if ineffective - way to quiet a noisy interaction.
As curious as he was about this and as lonely he had been thanks to the effects on his person the last two months, he expected that there would be an inevitability of any interactions between them. He had learned that broken people no matter their species were very good at self-destructing when things were going well, and from what he had seen, Dirk had admitted to being broken and Savage knew he had plenty of his own personality issues.
But the potential physicality of it was attractive. Maybe for an hour or two they could be a little less lonely.]
Ruin will not be joining us for this evening beyond getting you to where we need to go. You said you want to be put in a submission position, so here you go. I may not be able to fly like you, but I can clip your wings.
[And yes, he was walking right through the Boardwalk with Dirk wrapped up in his rathtar, not providing any level of care of anyone that turned to look.]
Our options are a random place with no guarantee for privacy. My place where my brother may drop in for offering instruction. Or your flat; if it has walls and a roof, it's fine for guests that will slam you around against them.
That may be a possibility. I'm not opposed to trying harder.
(Especially with Savage. The guy seemed like he might be a passionate kisser among other things.
There was something easier about interacting with someone who realized people weren't good at being perfect. Even when someone like Dirk tried his best to come across as perfect at all times. That in and of itself was a product of his issues. At least he didn't need to have a good personality to find a casual hook-up.
It would be nice to have companionship. It would be nicer too if there was an orgasm or two to come out of it.)
Interesting take on domination. (He likes it though. It was straightforward.) My wings are neatly tied down, not clipped.
(To Dirk's credit, he doesn't care for stares either.)
Fine, all right. Let's find the nearest lamp though. It's out by the Salt Lake so walking there would take forever.
(His place was perfectly fine for guests. He had just figured it would be wiser to isolate how many people knew where he was, but maybe a potential fuck-buddy would be a decent person to be in the know.)
[And if Dirk didn't like kissing, so be it. Not everyone liked every form of intimacy, and that was perfectly acceptable. In dalliances like these, it was about having a moment of pleasure with someone else, right? He expected the general goals remained the same, and as long as such matters didn't interfere with training, hunting or other duties then it was fine.]
Is there another way you would prefer I take it? [He was a very direct individual, and dominance tended to be physical for species.] I'm open to hearing suggestions from you.
[He changed his direction now that he had actually part of town to head to, approaching one of the lamp posts and looking it up and down. He didn't always trust them, expecting at some point there would be a malfunction and he'd be shot out somewhere random.
Still, it was faster, so he made use of it anyway to take them to Salt Lake. Ruin squeaked in protest and clung tighter.]
Quiet, you have a new place to eat things. [He looked down at Dirk.] Where to?
(Dirk would quickly realize he definitely enjoyed kissing someone who wasn't having second thoughts about kissing him.
He hesitates after the question, actually contemplating it.)
Not that I can think of. I'll see where the night goes and send you a review later.
(Is he being serious? Most likely. Dirk was fucking weird.
Maybe it was because he lived a bizarre reality that relied on video game mechanics, but the lamps didn't stress Dirk out too badly. There's no fun in traveling through the woods - a major reason as to why Dirk chose such a secluded place, to begin with. He grunts quietly when Ruin clings a bit more tightly to him. It didn't hurt.)
I hope I'm on someone's menu tonight. (Said idly, under his breath. He tips his head. Smoke begins to roll off of him, taking the shape of a seagull before finally an actual seagull swoops out. His omen flaps ahead.)
Just follow Atlas. (Not that it was too complicated of a path. There's a cabin tucked away against the line of trees. A fence post is decorated with two orange lanterns hanging over a stone path to the house. What looked like a horse stood in the front yard, incense smoke pouring out of its mouth, and upon closer inspection, it was just a metal sculpture made to look like a horse.)
Hate to break it to you, but you'll probably have to let me go so I can get us inside safely.
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Savage was right. It was Dirk's coldness that has made him so lethal in the past. His ability to snuff out any warmth in a moment had proven time and time again to be worse than his blade. Dirk falls completely silent, not responding to the statement, not responding to anything else, either lost in thought or reverting to the default of ominous quiet.
He stares over towards the ocean, watching the far-off waves sliding against ice. He did not seek happiness nor did he expect it.)
I would not ask that of you or anyone else. (He was cruel, but he liked to think he wasn't that cruel. He looks away from the ocean and back to Savage. Then that's it. No more talk.
Dirk doesn't hesitate. He's gone in the blink of an eye and grabbing Savage just as quickly. There was no exaggeration of his strength. He's more than capable of whipping Savage clean across the beach. And if Savage doesn't somehow manage to avoid his grab, that's exactly what he does, not so much as breaking a sweat or getting a hair out of order. Savage had said something about being thrown. Dirk figured it was as good of a place as any to start.)
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[Savage watched Dirk, staring at the human in front of him rather than bothering himself with what Dirk might or might not be looking at. It was impossible to tell with those shades on, and he wasn't about to bother himself about it either. The time for talk was over as quickly as it had began.
Suddenly Dirk was gone, and he felt a sudden grip on him. He was just as quickly airborne, soaring like he were in a speeder, but his physiology and enhancements were such that he didn't panic as he was rocketed backwards. Instead, he twisted in the air to get his legs under him towards the sand and then he used the Force all around him to push himself down, to fight the momentum of Dirk's throw.
Soon his boot toes were digging into the sand as he leaned forward, carving deep trenches the further he was fighting the momentum of the throw. He came to a stop some distance away and shifted to step his way out of the two trenches of his legs, unfazed but experiencing a jolt of exhilaration.
He lifted his chin and issued a Zabrak howl of challenge, pounding a his flesh fist on his chest over one of his twin hearts. Then he stared at Dirk before he began to charge back the distance, which was significant and easily telegraphed given how far apart they were. Did he care? No. Would he cover the distance without being winded? Definitely.]
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So what does Dirk do? He doesn't go at Savage at all. He braces himself for impact, eager to feel what that body would feel like hitting his full speed, full strength if the guy would punch him or try to throw him back. It was better than Christmas morning and he had never even celebrated Christmas a day in his life.)
C'mon, hot stuff.
(But Dirk likes to win too much to just take it. So just as those last few feet were cropping up, he backflips elegantly, swiftly out of the way. He bounces on his feet, feeling elastic and excited. Now that Savage was closer, they could really get their play on.)
You can do better than a straight charge. I'll even slow down for you and everything. (Isn't he sweet? But of course, there's a mocking edge to his voice, because what was a fight without a little trash-talking?)
Won't even fly. See? I can be perfectly submissive.
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The backflip, elegant though it was, didn't even cause him to break stride, and he was focused enough that he was not easily baited right yet. His blood might be pumping hot, but he was currently in control and needed to close the distance. Oh, he could use the Force, but he was saving that.
And he simply planned on running full speed into Dirk if the younger man didn't move out of the way. He set his shoulder to make the impact right into Dirk's face if he could, but more than that, he finally gripped the Force and released it in a wave of energy that would supplement his blow and potentially throw Dirk backwards a significant distance down the beach in the opposite direction he had gone.]
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He's on his feet within seconds and darts back over to Savage. This time there is no holding back. He slams into Savage in a full-body tackle, hooking his arms around his waist to send them both flying. Nothing like a little intimate contact in a possible-seduction fight. He wanted it to be up close and personal and to get some leverage on the guy. He wasn't out of breath, and he sure wasn't hurt by the blast of power Savage gave earlier.
He was starting to feel confident that they would be able to keep up with each other just fine.)
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Immortal indeed. This was going to be fun.
When the younger man came at him, he set himself as if expecting another send off down the beach. His eyes narrowed when it seemed the charge would hit him and he took it as he landed on his back and began to flip and tumble them down the beach, expecting that Dirk would hold on to him as they went ass over tea kettle. He did, of course, wrap a leg over the top of Dirk's thighs to keep them close unless there was a big push off.
Sand flew everywhere, and he made certain to make a massive attempt to keep their momentum going until he could land on top of Dirk.]
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Dirk can feel Savage pushing into the tumble and he returns the favor. It keeps their momentum up for far longer than any regular people would be able to maintain, and it makes it all the more satisfying for when it finally ends.
Dirk grunts as he lands on his back. His glasses haven't even so much as moved once. He shifts against the sand but does nothing to get Savage off of him. Instead, Dirk looks smug and completely satisfied with himself for winding up in this position.)
That's not my katana that's digging into your hip. I'm just extremely happy to see you.
(He's pliant beneath Savage, but he likes to think that he proved well enough that he didn't have to be. That he could easily throw Savage off of him if he was inclined to do so. He would again if Savage really wanted to push the fight further. Dirk really was always down for a good brawl, but his blood was roaring in his ears and he was edging on the feeling of mania, his thoughts starting to grow hyper and desperate and arrogant tenfold. He felt like he could do absolutely anything he wanted and all he wanted to do right now was Savage.)
Are you satisfied with this courtship or do you want me to actually feed you your own ass?
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He raised his brow at the rub of hips, and he nearly thought to punch the smug look right off of Dirk's face. But then that comment flew, and he made certain to frown and glance down.]
What katana? Feels like a butter knife.
[He was keenly aware that the pliancy was a ruse, that they were still on the edge of violence at any moment. He reached up to seize the younger man by the jaw, turning his face a little to test how Dirk would react. Amazing those shades hadn't moved at all, but that wasn't what interested him nearly as much as when he leaned down and gave a little sniff.]
Hmpt, courtship? Is that what you called that? I'm barely bruised... [Then he leaned in the rest of the way and put his teeth on the corner of Dirk's jaw with full intention of drawing blood in a bite.]
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Is that what it feels like? Must be that you're not too exciting then.
(The sudden seize cuts Dirk's smugness off with a small noise. It wasn't one of fear though, but mere surprise. Not too many people dared to touch Dirk abruptly. And definitely none like this. It sent an entirely different kind of heat through his body. He grows deadly still. It would be easy to mistake it for anger or resistance if it wasn't for the fact that his body was physically relaxing further beneath Savage.)
Not personally, no. Flirting would probably be more appropriate. (He's speaking in his regular clipped Texan drawl, but there's something a little more controlled. He opens his mouth to state that he could change that, but then Savage's teeth are on him and he forgets what he was about to say.
He sucks in a slow breath through his teeth and reaches a hand up to grab the base of one of Savage's horns.)
Watch yourself, partner. If you're gonna do that, you better do it right. (He doesn't push Savage away. Rather pushes slightly against his head, a silent encouragement. Go ahead and draw as much blood as you liked, Savage.)
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[Normally, he didn't talk back, usually because he was up against Maul who could tongue lash. Everyone else didn't engage him quite like this, starting with cheekiness then violence and back to some cheekiness. It reminded him a little of some of his younger days with the Nightbrothers.
He wasn't afraid of what Dirk could do to him, not concentrating on that as he felt the stillness under him. It came with relaxation, so he didn't stop and was poised for a new outbreak of violence between them. He would dare it to come, and if this was 'god-tier' flirting, he was curious of what else Dirk had to offer.
Where he was from, flirting was biting. Maybe he was getting into the idea of it, though he was still uncertain if this could or would go anywhere. It had been a long time, and he had never tested his larger altered body before. If he had to pull back and walk away, he would.
His head tilted slightly at the pull to his horn, but he was committed to the bite. Encouraged, he made certain to draw blood, belated realized he wasn't certain what Dirk's blood might do to him. He decided he'd take the risk, tongue flicking against the back of his teeth to lap up the blood. His claws dug into cheeks and neck while he was at it.]
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(This was incredibly different. For all his talk, Dirk was woefully inexperienced physically. But mentally? He's had about every fantasizes a gay dude could have about other guys and then some. He had a lot of time in isolation to think about it. Jake was great, but they had just been dumb teenagers in a world falling apart. There wasn't much to say or think about what had transpired between them physically. It certainly didn't come close to touching this and Dirk would never have expected it to.
Still, it makes his skin flush and he's already analyzing all of his own reactions, categorizing them neatly into his head.
Thankfully for Savage, Dirk's a paleblood, so the most his blood might do is make one feel more emotionally open. Otherwise, it was just pretty to look at, pale as Dirk himself and the moon above.
Dirk doesn't make a sound, but there is the slightest hitch in his breathing to suggest that he liked this. That it did something. It was a rush. He felt real and that was the only way he could think of it. His hand loosens somewhat around Savage's horn and he hopes that he walks away from this with a long-lasting bruise or two.)
I should put a disclaimer out here that I'm not fucking in sand.
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[He certainly wasn't going to refuse the possibility, since he found it far easier to potentially be aroused with a man than he was with a woman. His experience was based on interactions with males of his own species, but he had been heavily groomed to understand that eventually, he would be given to a woman to be used as she saw fit. That put a certain amount of pressure and tension
He also wasn't certain how much he could trust his body with such interactions. Humans were, in general, far more breakable than a Zabrak. His physicality had been enhanced so much that the possibility of hurting even another Zabrak was very high, so meeting up with someone that both was interested in him and wasn't easily broken made for dizzying possibilities. He wasn't fully committed to being on board with more than challenging each other and play.
He lapped at the blood as it leaked between his sharp teeth, feeling it coating his lips and the inside of his mouth. Oddly, it made him feel closer to Dirk, which... was that supposed to happen? He should be more careful, but he still didn't consider it much.
He snorted at the disclaimer, and he dragged his palms down the length of Dirk's arms then over so he could press his claws against those thighs.]
What makes you so convinced we're going to fuck?
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(Dirk had to wonder about how compatible their bodies would be. He had a good gut feeling, but that may just be because he was in the mood. Or because he had absolutely no issue with the idea of figuring out alien anatomy. He felt sure he could handle whatever Savage had to give him.
It was less painful and more comforting to have Savage licking at his blood like that. His hand relaxes against the back of Savage's head and it would almost seem a tender moment if bloodshed weren't involved.
Nah, it still felt tender.
He slides an arm under his own head to assume a casual position. He shrugs.)
It seems inevitable at this rate. This isn't exactly a platonic scuffle in the dirt. Even if we don't fuck right now or tonight, we'll fuck eventually. Pretending otherwise would be counterproductive and juvenile. We're sexually compatiable.
(And because Dirk's an asshole, he smirks and adds:)
Plus your brother approves of me for you.
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[Thankfully, he knew for a fact that humans and Zabrak were sexually compatible. If his Iridonia brethren were correct, they could even breed with humans, not that he had to worry about anything like that with Dirk. It didn't matter what his brother thought on the matter of that. And Dirk clearly wasn't particularly breakable, which was helpful if he was going to agree to a union of any sorts between them.
Low and nearly inaudible with the background noise of the sea against the shore, Savage issued the start of a purr as he sealed his lips around the injury he had created and allowed his tongue to sweep over the bite mark.
He withdrew a moment later to tip his head to peer at the immortal who seemed very casual about the whole matter. That didn't seem unusual at all from their brief interactions.]
You still say it like it's fact. If this does go where you say it will, beach is out. So where would you consider an acceptable place to engage?
[Then Dirk mentions his brother, and he sat up like he had been burned. He doesn't even bother to hide the annoyed look on his face, and instead of socking Dirk as he thought too, he issued a sharp whistle. Ruin the rathtar stopped chewing barnacles and immediately began to roll their way.]
He would approve of anyone willing to sleep with me, I expect.
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Okay, so bringing up brothers while boning wasn't the most tactful move. He could see the error of his ways.)
Anywhere that won't get sand up my urethra, preferably. I have many kinks, but sounding isn't one of them.
(Weeeeell actually...No wait, no. Don't think about it. He refocuses on the subject and the fact that a tentacle monster was heading their way. If this was his first death in Trench, it felt worth it.)
Maybe, but he totally thinks I'm extra suitable. More importantly, you don't seem repulsed by me.
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[He was going to ask what Dirk's favourite kink was, but it seemed more important to poke at the human thanks to bringing up his brother like that. Yes, Maul had publicly approved of Dirk, but that didn't mean that the human can remind him that his brother was picking and choosing his potential bedmates.
Ruin was hissing out squeaks while closing the distance very rapidly. He frowned down at Dirk, shaking his head as he stretched out an arm for a tentacle to find first.]
Because he thinks you'll put up with me, and you aren't boring. [The opposite of boring.] I'm not someone people show much interest in unless they want me to fight them or something else.
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Three bases. First base is kissing with tongue. Heated stuff above the waist. I would say we are comfortably in first. Second base is hands below the waist. Third base is when mouths are used below the waist. Homerun is fucking - the whole party. All the way. So, technically four if you want to get specific.
(Dirk wondered how he would have felt if Dave pulled that with him. Actually, he would probably love it. Dave had good taste.
Dirk looks over at Ruin. He swallows and the hand on his chest begins to fidget just slightly. He really sucked at social interactions like this. He was better at the suave confident stuff.
He looks back at Savage.)
Everyone has an objective with everyone they interact with, Savage. Fighting. Sex. Money. Friendship. Relationships are an exchange. Let's not act as if selfless interactions exist.
(He props up onto his elbows, brows raised.)
But hey, by all means. Tell me what you're talking to me for and why you're biting my neck. Is it to fight or "something else?"
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But we haven't kissed yet? Do you count biting as base one?
[Perhaps in a few days - or if this interaction went well - he might actually change his mind about his brother meddling with his conversations. Both Maul and Usagi were terrible, and he was uncomfortable that they thought he couldn't manage. So he was grossly out of practice, but that didn't mean he couldn't.]
I know. I don't do friends. Humans don't always make sense to me, hence why I questioned you initially. You're so... different.
[His tone made it clear that he wasn't at all adverse to the interaction, as surprising as it had been. He leaned down, dragging his nails up Dirk's thighs then moved to capture the human's wrists.]
I don't know what I want.
[So true. He had stopped considered what he wanted when it didn't involve his brothers. Of course, that this point, Ruin had covered the distance and tentacles wrapped around his upper arms and then launched to his shoulders mouth first. Some tentacles reached around his shoulders to capture Dirk's arms and neck.]
What do you want?
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Some people who fuck never kiss. (Then he nods.) I would count it as base one, yeah, probably.
(Dirk stares coolly at Savage and winds up tipping his head to the side.)
Sweetheart, humans make no sense to me either and I'm technically a human. I wasn't exactly raised as a human. I probably am different and I'm not just saying that because I have a complex.
(They were on a similar page even if it wasn't identical.)
I'm shitty with relationships in general, platonic or otherwise.
(Wow. He really likes those claws. He visibly shivers and it's not because of the cold.)
Mmm. I think you know at least partly what you want. (He lets Savage do whatever he wants with his wrists. It's a little more exciting when Ruin's in the picture and Dirk can't tell if that's because of a weird thing for tentacles or because of a potential nearby threat.)
Whatever the fuck this is. (If Dirk died by hot alien dude and his tentacle ball thing then Dirk would die happy. Then come back three minutes later to get off.)
Do the details really matter?
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[Even with Ruin latched onto his back, arms and shoulders - something he was used to - he watched Dirk with just as much cool consideration. He considered most humans were dysfunctional, but this might be one of the few to actually outright admit it. That admittance shouldn't make him comfortable, but he did experience a disarming effect.
Stupid human immortal. Maybe his brother was onto something. Maul needed to stop being right about so many things in his life.]
If you're shitty at any kind of relationship, and the only relationship I can hold together the one with my brother, we likely will go down in flames no matter our association.
[He tightened his grip on Dirk's wrists, sitting up again so he could pull those arms up. Then he rolled his shoulder.]
Ruin, backpack.
[The rathtar knew only two commands, and one of them was backpack. It rolled off of his shoulder onto Dirk's chest, teeth snagging any material and maybe some flesh if there was wiggling and then tentacles moved to curl all around Dirk. Arms, legs, around torso, neck. Anything that was available.
Savage rose from where he was sitting on Dirk to make room for the rathtar.]
No point staying here getting sand in your ass crack.
[He reached down and grasped the back of the rathter and picked the pair of them up.]
Name a place. Let's go there.
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Indifferent.
(No, he actually liked it, but it has been a long time since he has kissed someone he's actually wanted to kiss like that. He also didn't like to test his luck with guys. Some paranoid part of him still wondered if he had kissed Jake less if Jake would have felt less overwhelmed by the whole being with a dude thing.
Dirk knew he was a whole Situation. It would be pointless to pretend to deny it. He might not know down to a psychological diagnosis what's wrong with him, but one would have to be an absolute idiot to miss the glaring red flags of his personality type. He wished he could write it off as being moody and upset about being alone his whole life, but it went deeper than that. It wasn't something he could exclusively blame on a bad childhood.
Savage, on the other hand, seemed...Secure. In a way that Dirk couldn't quite define yet but he was already more comfortable with Savage than he had ever been with Jake. Not that that was a particularly high bar to get over, but it's his only point of real comparison.)
Good thing I love playing with fire then.
(If his eyes were visible right now, he would totally be winking.
Dirk lets himself be lifted. He's not deadweight, though, not quite used to playing completely submissive no matter how much he liked the idea of it. He watches Savage curiously.)
Oh, hello. Okay. (That's not where he thought this was going. He has a split-second moment of wondering what the fuck he actually agreed to before realizing he was down for whatever Savage was about to do.)
What the fuck- (Okay. Okay. He was literally being hauled off, apparently.)
Is this a preview of our evening together? 'Cause I gotta say, I've made so many interactive porno games that involved tentacles that I have a few ideas.
(Okay. A place. Where.)
Dude, you've been here longer than me. You pick. I'll oblige. The only place I really know is my pad and that's not ready for guests yet.
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[Kissing was usually a simple manner of showing affection, though with Zabrak they tended to gently headbutt or nuzzle each other. That didn't mean he hadn't kissed before because he had and found it pleasant. Sometimes it was an easy - if ineffective - way to quiet a noisy interaction.
As curious as he was about this and as lonely he had been thanks to the effects on his person the last two months, he expected that there would be an inevitability of any interactions between them. He had learned that broken people no matter their species were very good at self-destructing when things were going well, and from what he had seen, Dirk had admitted to being broken and Savage knew he had plenty of his own personality issues.
But the potential physicality of it was attractive. Maybe for an hour or two they could be a little less lonely.]
Ruin will not be joining us for this evening beyond getting you to where we need to go. You said you want to be put in a submission position, so here you go. I may not be able to fly like you, but I can clip your wings.
[And yes, he was walking right through the Boardwalk with Dirk wrapped up in his rathtar, not providing any level of care of anyone that turned to look.]
Our options are a random place with no guarantee for privacy. My place where my brother may drop in for offering instruction. Or your flat; if it has walls and a roof, it's fine for guests that will slam you around against them.
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(Especially with Savage. The guy seemed like he might be a passionate kisser among other things.
There was something easier about interacting with someone who realized people weren't good at being perfect. Even when someone like Dirk tried his best to come across as perfect at all times. That in and of itself was a product of his issues. At least he didn't need to have a good personality to find a casual hook-up.
It would be nice to have companionship. It would be nicer too if there was an orgasm or two to come out of it.)
Interesting take on domination. (He likes it though. It was straightforward.) My wings are neatly tied down, not clipped.
(To Dirk's credit, he doesn't care for stares either.)
Fine, all right. Let's find the nearest lamp though. It's out by the Salt Lake so walking there would take forever.
(His place was perfectly fine for guests. He had just figured it would be wiser to isolate how many people knew where he was, but maybe a potential fuck-buddy would be a decent person to be in the know.)
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[And if Dirk didn't like kissing, so be it. Not everyone liked every form of intimacy, and that was perfectly acceptable. In dalliances like these, it was about having a moment of pleasure with someone else, right? He expected the general goals remained the same, and as long as such matters didn't interfere with training, hunting or other duties then it was fine.]
Is there another way you would prefer I take it? [He was a very direct individual, and dominance tended to be physical for species.] I'm open to hearing suggestions from you.
[He changed his direction now that he had actually part of town to head to, approaching one of the lamp posts and looking it up and down. He didn't always trust them, expecting at some point there would be a malfunction and he'd be shot out somewhere random.
Still, it was faster, so he made use of it anyway to take them to Salt Lake. Ruin squeaked in protest and clung tighter.]
Quiet, you have a new place to eat things. [He looked down at Dirk.] Where to?
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(Dirk would quickly realize he definitely enjoyed kissing someone who wasn't having second thoughts about kissing him.
He hesitates after the question, actually contemplating it.)
Not that I can think of. I'll see where the night goes and send you a review later.
(Is he being serious? Most likely. Dirk was fucking weird.
Maybe it was because he lived a bizarre reality that relied on video game mechanics, but the lamps didn't stress Dirk out too badly. There's no fun in traveling through the woods - a major reason as to why Dirk chose such a secluded place, to begin with. He grunts quietly when Ruin clings a bit more tightly to him. It didn't hurt.)
I hope I'm on someone's menu tonight. (Said idly, under his breath. He tips his head. Smoke begins to roll off of him, taking the shape of a seagull before finally an actual seagull swoops out. His omen flaps ahead.)
Just follow Atlas. (Not that it was too complicated of a path. There's a cabin tucked away against the line of trees. A fence post is decorated with two orange lanterns hanging over a stone path to the house. What looked like a horse stood in the front yard, incense smoke pouring out of its mouth, and upon closer inspection, it was just a metal sculpture made to look like a horse.)
Hate to break it to you, but you'll probably have to let me go so I can get us inside safely.
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