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.
[Send him a review later? He had never had that happen before, mostly because he'd lived in a closed village where sending a review was mostly gauged around if there was a second dalliance in future. But, there were things that Dirk said that made little to no sense to him.]
Don't put any review in writing.
[The woods were generally where he hunted, so he was perfectly comfortable out here despite all the weirdness that sometimes came from the tainted beasts he often had to put down as part of his occupation. So he stalked along the trail and glanced down at Dirk still in his possession - well, Ruin's possession.]
If you want Ruin to chew on you, all you have you do is ask.
[He followed the strange shore bird, spotting the lanterns that glowed in the gloom of the evening. It wasn't difficult to also pick out the cabin, which he approached and stopped in front of the glow. He gave Ruin - and Dirk - a shake.]
Release, Ruin. Go eat something.
[A hissy squeak and then tentacles loosened before letting go entirely. Ruin gave Dirk a little chewing before rolling off and heading off away from the cabin to find anything moving and living to eat. Such a simple life.]
I dunno, dude. There are all kinds of internet forms that practically demand I review hot, steamy alien sex.
(He's a slave to the masses, Savage. What would his fans do if he fell silent on such a pivotal life experience?
There are more important things than teasing Savage though. Primarily, boning Savage. Or getting boned by Savage. Dirk was open-minded. He moves to enter his humble abode- and it really is quite humble for the moment. He wasn't sure if he wanted to shack up permanently here, but it would work as a good safehouse. There were metal hunks everywhere. One of his robots sat in the corner, an identical replica of Dirk except in silver metal parts fused together. It lifts its head, red lenses reflecting briefly.)
Stand down, Brobot. (The command translates well and the robot lowers its head.)
So. (Dirk's realizing that this is his first actual attempt at a random lay. He has literally no fucking clue what he's doing, but he'd rather die than act like that. The kitchen's right there so he tucks his hands into his pockets and pivots on his heel, leaning a hip back against the island.
Act cool.)
Should I offer you a drink here or do you just want to skip the bullshit and head to the bedroom?
[Savage huffed and shook his head because he highly doubted anything about this was going to be considered hot and steamy, though perhaps Dirk had such low expectations that fumbling and being rough was considered worth any kind of review.]
How about we keep this on the quiet side until we've proven we both enjoy it?
[He stepped into the cabin and looked around, the glow of his eyes standing out in the dark. He stepped over metal pieces strewn around like he was used to doing so. He looked around, and it was the kind of simple abode that he could appreciate. He did pause briefly at the droid activating to his presence, but he didn't break it because Dirk deactivated it just as quickly.]
You build droids that look like yourself? [That was a bit... sad, wasn't it?
He looked at Dirk, perceiving a touch of inexperience with the stance and the gamely attitude. He looked around as he continued to move forward, and he stepped into the kitchen area with a low rattling growling sound from his throat.]
I don't think we're here for your hospitality skills. How about we see how far your courage goes for this?
(It's kind of true, but de Nile river was a beautiful sight this time of year. The request for privacy makes Dirk hesitate a second and feel a weird shift. He shuts off the part of his mind that springs up with paranoia, swiftly and effectively, his face a blank mask.)
You want to keep it on the downlow. Sure. I get it.
(He shrugs as if to show how unbothered he was by the idea. And he wasn't...Bothered. It just made him feel weird in a way he didn't feel like examining right now.)
Sure. It's the most familiar idea of a human I've got. (Even though he did consume plenty of media, he had spent more of his life with the idea of himself as the only real idea of a currently existing human male.)
I had another droid that looks like a bunny.
(With sunglasses like his, but still!)
Well, thank fuck 'cause I don't got any. (He's actually kind of relieved. He slips away from the counter. Part of him wants to grab Savage's hand to lead him, but instead, he just nods his head for Savage to follow.)
It'll go all the way if you let it. (He heads to his bedroom, which is a bit more of a mess, but at least he has a spacious mattress. The bed wasn't made, but it was clean, the sheets smelling a bit like citrus. There was no bedframe. The bed was just on the floor, and the ground was littered with clothes, puppets, and robot parts, yet again.
There were some random knives sticking out of the wall, and he had already hung up a few artistic pictures of muscular men dressed up as horses. Sorry, Savage.
It really did seem like he had just arrived and was still figuring out what to do with himself. He spins around to face Savage yet again, hand on hip, other hand in air.)
Okay, ground rules. First, the glasses stay on during sex. Second, I can do top or bottom. Third, you can slap my ass but I'll break your jaw if you try and slap my face. It will just make my fight or fight reaction kick. You can pull my hair, but if you pull it out, I will be pissed and not in a sexy way.
[He watched the change in how Dirk held himself, and a part of him wanted to ignore it because what was the point? He wasn't one to gloat about his conquests, and he also wasn't even certain how well this would work given he was so much bigger and filled out than any of his previous experiences. They could both fail miserably and promise to never speak of it again.
At first, he decided it wasn't worth questioning why Dirk went from trying to impress him with hospitality to guarded. Or maybe uncomfortable? One of the two, he thought.]
It looks nothing like the droids I've had experience with. How breakable is it?
[Savage was not above smashing droids when they were in the way, even if they had technically been on his side at the time. If they were in the way, they had to go. Also, they were easier to practice certain lightsaber forms with rather than let his Master beat him into the ground over and over.
He cast one last lingering look to the droid before following Dirk through the small abode to the bedroom, and it was better than most in his opinion. It wasn't fancy, and no bedframe meant that there was nothing to break. It was for the best in his opinion. He stepped over more machinery parts and looked around. He lifted a finger to push against the hilts of one of the knives, letting it wobble in the wall before moving on.
Yet, he turned to stare at Dirk when there were ground rules. How novel. He'd never dealt in safe words or rules before, and he was curious of the fact there were so many. Some more warnings than rules, but he rubbed his chin with his fingers as he considered. Did he have rules? Aside from 'no' means 'no', he couldn't think of any.]
Do you shoot laser bolts from your eyes? [It was a pressing question that needed answering.] I don't... have rules. Or safe words. Only if you or I says stop or no, we do.
[On one hand, he felt a little foolish for not having rules, and it called into question so many things that could be wrong with his upbringing. They were raised to push the limits, to follow orders and give them, but in the end, they were slaves to the Nightsisters and no amount of 'stop' or 'no' would be given an ear.
More importantly, he rounded back to the kitchen conversation as he approached Dirk. He should just let it go, but they had been upfront with each other so far and he could appreciate that.]
Something happened when I said to keep this quiet. Why?
Not very. It's a combat droid so it's meant to take a serious beating.
(Granted, there were always improvements to be made. Brobot's core was made of sturdier stuff than traditional metals. It was far more future-tech than it might have appeared. There were other droids in the house, but they were probably somewhere in the backyard having another epic rap battle.
Dirk stares back at Savage after he's laid out the rules. Dirk was more than a Type A personality. If he didn't feel like he had absolute control and jurisdiction over a situation? Yeah, no. That just didn't happen. It wasn't an option.)
No. (He wished though.) Works for me. No means no. Clear enough stipulation.
(Dirk might develop more rules later, but as of right now, his experience was woefully limited. He's hoping to move the situation to some form of nudity, even moving his fingers to the edge of his own shirt when Savage asks an unexpected question. His arms fall flat next to his sides and he stares at Savage.)
I was just thinking. (Obviously. Overthinking, more like.) It's unimportant.
(He gazes away from Savage, to the bed.) You really do not need to be exposed to my head issues. I'd rather keep it light.
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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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Don't put any review in writing.
[The woods were generally where he hunted, so he was perfectly comfortable out here despite all the weirdness that sometimes came from the tainted beasts he often had to put down as part of his occupation. So he stalked along the trail and glanced down at Dirk still in his possession - well, Ruin's possession.]
If you want Ruin to chew on you, all you have you do is ask.
[He followed the strange shore bird, spotting the lanterns that glowed in the gloom of the evening. It wasn't difficult to also pick out the cabin, which he approached and stopped in front of the glow. He gave Ruin - and Dirk - a shake.]
Release, Ruin. Go eat something.
[A hissy squeak and then tentacles loosened before letting go entirely. Ruin gave Dirk a little chewing before rolling off and heading off away from the cabin to find anything moving and living to eat. Such a simple life.]
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(He's a slave to the masses, Savage. What would his fans do if he fell silent on such a pivotal life experience?
There are more important things than teasing Savage though. Primarily, boning Savage. Or getting boned by Savage. Dirk was open-minded. He moves to enter his humble abode- and it really is quite humble for the moment. He wasn't sure if he wanted to shack up permanently here, but it would work as a good safehouse. There were metal hunks everywhere. One of his robots sat in the corner, an identical replica of Dirk except in silver metal parts fused together. It lifts its head, red lenses reflecting briefly.)
Stand down, Brobot. (The command translates well and the robot lowers its head.)
So. (Dirk's realizing that this is his first actual attempt at a random lay. He has literally no fucking clue what he's doing, but he'd rather die than act like that. The kitchen's right there so he tucks his hands into his pockets and pivots on his heel, leaning a hip back against the island.
Act cool.)
Should I offer you a drink here or do you just want to skip the bullshit and head to the bedroom?
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How about we keep this on the quiet side until we've proven we both enjoy it?
[He stepped into the cabin and looked around, the glow of his eyes standing out in the dark. He stepped over metal pieces strewn around like he was used to doing so. He looked around, and it was the kind of simple abode that he could appreciate. He did pause briefly at the droid activating to his presence, but he didn't break it because Dirk deactivated it just as quickly.]
You build droids that look like yourself? [That was a bit... sad, wasn't it?
He looked at Dirk, perceiving a touch of inexperience with the stance and the gamely attitude. He looked around as he continued to move forward, and he stepped into the kitchen area with a low rattling growling sound from his throat.]
I don't think we're here for your hospitality skills. How about we see how far your courage goes for this?
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You want to keep it on the downlow. Sure. I get it.
(He shrugs as if to show how unbothered he was by the idea. And he wasn't...Bothered. It just made him feel weird in a way he didn't feel like examining right now.)
Sure. It's the most familiar idea of a human I've got. (Even though he did consume plenty of media, he had spent more of his life with the idea of himself as the only real idea of a currently existing human male.)
I had another droid that looks like a bunny.
(With sunglasses like his, but still!)
Well, thank fuck 'cause I don't got any. (He's actually kind of relieved. He slips away from the counter. Part of him wants to grab Savage's hand to lead him, but instead, he just nods his head for Savage to follow.)
It'll go all the way if you let it. (He heads to his bedroom, which is a bit more of a mess, but at least he has a spacious mattress. The bed wasn't made, but it was clean, the sheets smelling a bit like citrus. There was no bedframe. The bed was just on the floor, and the ground was littered with clothes, puppets, and robot parts, yet again.
There were some random knives sticking out of the wall, and he had already hung up a few artistic pictures of muscular men dressed up as horses. Sorry, Savage.
It really did seem like he had just arrived and was still figuring out what to do with himself. He spins around to face Savage yet again, hand on hip, other hand in air.)
Okay, ground rules. First, the glasses stay on during sex. Second, I can do top or bottom. Third, you can slap my ass but I'll break your jaw if you try and slap my face. It will just make my fight or fight reaction kick. You can pull my hair, but if you pull it out, I will be pissed and not in a sexy way.
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At first, he decided it wasn't worth questioning why Dirk went from trying to impress him with hospitality to guarded. Or maybe uncomfortable? One of the two, he thought.]
It looks nothing like the droids I've had experience with. How breakable is it?
[Savage was not above smashing droids when they were in the way, even if they had technically been on his side at the time. If they were in the way, they had to go. Also, they were easier to practice certain lightsaber forms with rather than let his Master beat him into the ground over and over.
He cast one last lingering look to the droid before following Dirk through the small abode to the bedroom, and it was better than most in his opinion. It wasn't fancy, and no bedframe meant that there was nothing to break. It was for the best in his opinion. He stepped over more machinery parts and looked around. He lifted a finger to push against the hilts of one of the knives, letting it wobble in the wall before moving on.
Yet, he turned to stare at Dirk when there were ground rules. How novel. He'd never dealt in safe words or rules before, and he was curious of the fact there were so many. Some more warnings than rules, but he rubbed his chin with his fingers as he considered. Did he have rules? Aside from 'no' means 'no', he couldn't think of any.]
Do you shoot laser bolts from your eyes? [It was a pressing question that needed answering.] I don't... have rules. Or safe words. Only if you or I says stop or no, we do.
[On one hand, he felt a little foolish for not having rules, and it called into question so many things that could be wrong with his upbringing. They were raised to push the limits, to follow orders and give them, but in the end, they were slaves to the Nightsisters and no amount of 'stop' or 'no' would be given an ear.
More importantly, he rounded back to the kitchen conversation as he approached Dirk. He should just let it go, but they had been upfront with each other so far and he could appreciate that.]
Something happened when I said to keep this quiet. Why?
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(Granted, there were always improvements to be made. Brobot's core was made of sturdier stuff than traditional metals. It was far more future-tech than it might have appeared. There were other droids in the house, but they were probably somewhere in the backyard having another epic rap battle.
Dirk stares back at Savage after he's laid out the rules. Dirk was more than a Type A personality. If he didn't feel like he had absolute control and jurisdiction over a situation? Yeah, no. That just didn't happen. It wasn't an option.)
No. (He wished though.) Works for me. No means no. Clear enough stipulation.
(Dirk might develop more rules later, but as of right now, his experience was woefully limited. He's hoping to move the situation to some form of nudity, even moving his fingers to the edge of his own shirt when Savage asks an unexpected question. His arms fall flat next to his sides and he stares at Savage.)
I was just thinking. (Obviously. Overthinking, more like.) It's unimportant.
(He gazes away from Savage, to the bed.) You really do not need to be exposed to my head issues. I'd rather keep it light.
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