Ikenna and Kailas's Epic Romance 1/2 Kailas: [... Should Kailas timeskip. >_> Should he ask if Ikenna's changed his mind? Or perhaps Ikenna already has, and they're on that business trip.] _________________________________
Ikenna: *>_> If they're on the business trip, Ikenna is getting really drunk. Is he okay with that. ... Although he could be getting really drunk at any time actually, hm.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Kailas would be, too. After all, Ikenna told him that he's not allowed to personally guard him, right? So he would have no problem being in Ikenna's room, drinking the entire mini bar with him...] _________________________________
Ikenna: *He did tell him that. And he's damn well sticking to it. ... he... he's welcome to come drink with him, however. He does enjoy his company, if Kailas can tolerate it, of course...* _________________________________
Kailas: [Honestly, he doesn't trust the Councilman to be left entirely to his own devices. That's part of the reason why he fought to come with him on this trip. Even if he isn't personally defending him, he's determined to remain close, to care for him if need be.
It seems right that someone should be there to supervise him as he drinks. Who knows what kind of trouble he could get up to?] _________________________________
Ikenna: ... why are you looking at me like that? Do you want to come in or just stand there watching? *Ikenna dryly inquires, following this by a healthy sip of his drink--or maybe it's more than a sip. Does it matter?
In ways it’s a great relief to have Kailas with him, to have a friendly face in an unfriendly political environment, but... it also means the man is watching him, keeping close, as if he's going to do something to get himself killed by sitting in his own hotel room with a drink or two.* _________________________________
Kailas:[Kailas's lips draw into a small smirk at that remark.] To be entirely honest, I think watching you drink yourself silly could be fairly entertaining. Hah. _________________________________
Ikenna: Oh? That bored, are you? *Ikenna gives a soft scoff, a faint little smirk taking hold of his own lips.* You may be here a while, if that's what you're after. I hold my liquor well, you know. _________________________________
Kailas: I suppose I should get comfortable, then. [Kailas returns, emitting a small laugh. He steps further into the room, and shuts the door to his adjoining suite behind him. He settles himself into a chair, leaning back quite casually as he watches the man.] And what number is this, again? I'll count for you. _________________________________
Ikenna:*Ikenna can't help but smile just a bit at that laugh. If he were to be honest--a difficult concept to be sure--the room feels a little lighter, less oppressive, now that Kailas has joined him.* Oh? Was I supposed to be counting? _________________________________
Kailas: [Kailas raises his brow at this response.] That's typically the best approach, yes. Particularly when you are this terrible at keeping yourself fed and rested. That's going to go straight through you, Ikenna. _________________________________
Ikenna: *Ikenna blinks at this, before giving a soft scoff.* I wasn't aware that we added babysitting to your list of duties, Kailas. _________________________________
Kailas: Oh? Are you just realizing now that you're a child? [Kailas counters. He stands up, and moves closer to Ikenna.] Honestly, if that's the case... [he reaches out, and attempts to snatch Ikenna's drink from his hand.] Shouldn't I be the one drinking this? _________________________________
Ikenna: I'm realizing that apparently you think I am, in any case. *he evenly replies, quite gracefully dodging that hand in order to draw his glass to his own lips, downing the rest of its contents in one swallow.* There is another glass, Kailas, if you hadn't noticed. _________________________________
Kailas:[Kailas gives a dramatic roll of his eyes.] You're not even willing to give up one shot? Really? You're quite the lush. I can't imagine it will take you long to get drunk at all.] _________________________________
Ikenna: I am quite the lush, you're not wrong. *Ikenna easily admits. He backs this statement up by pouring himself another drink.* Of course. Any moment now, really. _________________________________
Kailas:... Pour one for me. [Kailas mumbles quietly. He really shouldn't, but... given how drunk Ikenna is already, it's not likely he'll last much longer. Kailas knows that he can handle one or two drinks without them impacting his capabilities much.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Oh? Drinking while on babysitting duty, is that ethical? *Ikenna thoughtfully inquires, already doing just that. It's actually quite relieving to not feel anxiety that a drink could negatively impact Kailas' health. How far they've come, really.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Kailas takes the glass into his hand. He nurses the glass for a moment, taking a small sip.] I have a feeling that my charge is going to be falling asleep soon. [the half-demon says, raising a brow.] Mm. Especially with alcohol this strong. _________________________________
Ikenna: Oh? You think so, do you. *Ikenna brings his own glass to his lips, taking a healthy drink.* Mm. I'm sure you're right. How could I possibly last with alcohol this strong, after all. *he dryly remarks.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Certainly, Ikenna looks fairly sober now. His reactions were well-timed, too. However... Kailas knows that the affairs of the day had left the Councilman with little time to eat, and even less time to sleep. He's without a doubt more susceptible to alcohol than he normally would be. Given how long it took on average for the effects to set in... he'd be feeling it soon.
Kailas, on the other hand, had these countermeasures on his side. He also had significantly less alcohol in his system. He could contend with Ikenna for now. Mimicking the man, he too took a swig from his glass. It burned pleasantly as it traveled down his throat.] Hmm... not bad. And this came packaged with your room? Or is this your own preferred drink? _________________________________
Ikenna: Mm. It isn't bad, is it? I'm not particularly picky about my alcohol, but the room is well stocked. *Ikenna replies, giving a gesture towards their own private bar. There's more than enough alcohol to suit different tastes, but naturally, Ikenna had gone for the strongest.
The councilman focuses his gaze back to his drinking companion, watching the man for a moment. He can practically see the gears turning, and he can't help but smirk ever so slightly into his glass.* Though... If this too strong for you, we can always switch to something lighter. _________________________________
Kailas: Too strong? [Kailas laughs outright at this statement.] I forget. You’re not cut from the same cloth, hm? I grew up on much stronger alcohol than this, Ikenna. Some of the things that are brewed back in Huisto… they’re dangerous in certain conditions. [he says with a raised brow. The half-demon finishes off his drink quickly, as if to prove a point. He’s not feeling anything yet—and he really doubts he’ll get there before Ikenna does.] … let’s finish off the bottle, shall we? _________________________________
Ikenna: Ah. Of course, I should have realized. This should be nothing for you then. *Ikenna easily replies, still watching the man with that faint little smile. Naturally, he's barely feeling the effects of the liquor any more so than ever, and if Kailas really wants to take on this challenge...
It's just a little too cute not to play along with.* Why not. I wouldn't want to disappoint you. You're here to watch me drink myself "silly," after all. _________________________________
Kailas: It’s bound to be a good time. [Kailas says, that smile increasing. He’s considerably excited to see this whole thing unfold. For all the rumors he’d heard of Ikenna’s habits, he’s never once seen the man drink himself into a stupor. He’s smelt the alcohol on his breath, certainly, but the man had always kept that refined appearance. Tonight? He’s sure it’ll be different.
Kailas moves over to the mini bar, and begins to pour himself another drink. After a moment, he looks over his shoulder, regarding the half-demon.] Are you due for a refill? [he asks, directing a knowing smile Ikenna’s way. Kailas is feeling relaxed and content in this man’s presence—or is that the alcohol talking?] _________________________________
Ikenna: I can see you think so. Is it that enjoyable, the thought of me drunk? *Ikenna wonders, raising an eyebrow at the man. Not that he actually blames Kailas for being curious. Ikenna has a certain reputation that as of yet, Kailas hasn't particularly seen a great deal of evidence to support. ... Of course, judging by Kailas' smile, the somewhat relaxed posture that was so unusual for the man... He's fairly certain that this challenge may not go quite the way Kailas intends.*
Of course. I can't let you catch up to me too quickly, can I? *He holds up his empty glass, offering it up for that refill.* _________________________________
Kailas: Mm. I don’t think you have to worry about that. [Kailas evenly responds, sending that faint glimmer of a smile Ikenna’s way. He reaches out to take Ikenna’s glass from his hand, and finds his fingertips faintly brushing up against the Councilman’s. Even from that brief touch, Kailas feels that indescribable warmth, the kind of warmth that only Ikenna exudes. His gaze lingers on their fingers for a bit too long, before he draws away and pours that drink.] Here. [he says, holding it back out to him.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Hah... of course not, Kaichii. *That teasing, affectionate nickname easily slips from his lips, with little thought behind it. He's a little distracted by that smile, the way Kailas' fingertips graze his own, cool... He takes his glass, his red gaze drawing up as he casts Kailas another faint smile. It honestly has very little to do with the alcohol.* Thank you. _________________________________
Kailas: [Kailas takes another gulp of his beverage, apparently heedless of Ikenna’s usage of his dreaded nickname. Several moments pass before realization appears to dawn on him. He places his drink down, and turns to give Ikenna a hard stare. It’s not too intimidating, considering the slightly hooded eyes and ever-pinkening cheeks.] … s’not my name. [he states firmly, although strangely, his accent bleeds in a bit more than usual. Kailas chalks it up to exhaustion and nothing more.] _________________________________
Ikenna: ... Hah. *Ikenna blinks at that... adorably delayed reaction. He takes a large drink from his own glass, hoping to distract himself from just... well. Just how much he enjoys those pink cheeks, that thick accent and oh-so-threatening glare.
... Not that it serves as a particularly good distraction, burn aside. Another shot down, and his head still isn't fuzzy enough to not notice just how... how much he's enjoying every bit of Kailas' presence--increasingly drunken presence, at that.* Isn't it? It suits you so well. Kai-chii. _________________________________
Kailas: [It’s just as well. Kailas is quite enjoying himself, too. He’s more relaxed than ever, and he feels such a pleasant pool of warmth in the pit of his stomach. It’s suddenly a bit difficult for him to remember why he was so nervous about drinking with Ikenna to begin with. There’s no danger here—just the bitter taste of his drink, and the warm, soothing presence of Ikenna Nuiwa.
Well… mostly soothing. When the demon begins to harp on about his nickname, Kailas can’t help but get a touch annoyed—and embarrassed. He has a hard time repressing his usual reaction. He can’t stop his cheeks from growing pinker.] Hmph. You… you must be drunker than I thought, to think that. [he clumsily attempts. Kailas takes another sip of his drink—a final sip—before moving to pour himself another.] _________________________________
Ikenna: ... I must be. *Ikenna dryly remarks, unable to keep himself from raising an eyebrow at this clumsy attempt. Honestly, whatever happened to his so-called of a different cloth origins? Ikenna isn't sure if he should be amused or vaguely concerned, considering Kailas is already making his way to pouring yet another drink for himself.*
Mm. You are going to save some for me, aren't you, Kaichii? *Ikenna inquires, holding up his his empty glass. In fact... Ikenna doesn't wait for Kailas, he moves over to the bottle, taking hold of it before Kailas can manage to pour a full glass, in any case. He tops off his own glass, before setting the bottle back to the bar.* Hah... You know, Kaichii. You are allowed to sit down. Why don't we. _________________________________
Kailas: [Kailas stares blankly as the bottle of alcohol is swiped from his hands so suddenly. How had he not been able to stop that? As Ikenna sets the bottle back down, he gives it a hard stare. It’s nearly empty. Had he already had that much? That would explain the swimming sensation in his head and the pleasant tingle at the back of his neck.
It also explains why he can’t be bothered to fight off that nickname any longer. As obnoxious as it is to have his name be butchered in such a cutesy way, it’s strangely… affectionate when Ikenna calls him it. It’s something that only they share, after all. Just the two of them and his stupid nickname.
Kailas realizes that his thoughts are trailing down a dangerous path. He knows, too, that Ikenna is at least partly the source of that danger. And yet, somehow, when Ikenna beckons him to sit with him on the bed, Kailas simply can’t resist. He settles down next to him quite casually, throwing another mouthful of his beverage back.]
Mm… starting to get to you? [he asks, turning his gaze to Ikenna’s face. It’s pale, as always, and in the dim light of the room it faintly glows, like moonlight. Kailas feels himself being drawn in.] _________________________________
Ikenna: *Ikenna, for his part, is far more focused on Kailas than he is on the drink in his own hand. Part of it is out of some sort of mix of amused concern for the quite clearly inebriated man, but really, beyond that—it’s something more that he shouldn’t be focusing on. The way Kailas’ eyes sparkle in the low light of the room, the way those vivid, beautiful markings lining his eyes seem to draw him in—and the ease with which Kailas sits beside him, the way the tension has melted from his frame, his face relaxed, he…*
Mm. Getting to me… Something like that, I suppose. *Yes. This really isn’t a line of thought Ikenna should be pursuing, he’s fairly sure.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Ikenna hasn’t taken a drink for quite a while, Kailas notes. He’d filled his glass to the brim a bit of time ago, and it wasn’t much lower. This notion leaves Kailas a little confused; hadn’t Ikenna been so determined to show him his tolerance, just moments ago? Whatever the case, it makes Kailas a little more self-conscious about his half-full glass. He’ll wait on those next few sips. He doesn’t want to get ahead of himself.]
You know… [Kailas begins, his gaze drawing to his glass. He gives the amber-colored liquor a swirl.] … it’s not terrible, but it’s a little on the plain side. Have you ever had it with cinnamon? It’s… delicious. [he mumbles. He’s strangely conversational in this moment.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Ikenna's gaze follows Kailas', drawing first to his own glass, and then to Kailas', before finally settling back to his own once more. It's interesting really, how the drink in his hand isn't quite as appealing as the distracting man beside him.*
Oh? Is that your drink of choice than? Spice? It's a common flavor in Huisto, isn't it? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. *Ikenna quietly replies, another of those faint smiles working its way onto his lips. Kailas is a rather... talkative drinker, isn't he?* I certainly wouldn't turn it down. Cinnamon, hm... *He finally moves to take a swallow from his glass, his focus slowly drawing back to Kailas' pink-tinted face.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Kailas observes as Ikenna finally takes a drink. He’s quick to follow—perhaps too quick—and forces down the rest of his glass with a tip of his head. By now, Kailas has noticed signs of intoxication—the swimming sensation inside his head, the slight fuzziness of his vision, and the weightlessness of his extremities are all clear indicators. Still… these don’t quite concern him. It’s the feeling of a healthy buzz; it’ll take him significantly more to become impaired, he reasons.]
[Kailas raises himself back onto his legs. They give a faint shake, but he moves seamlessly across the room after this, straight to the mini-bar. Instead of going straight for the whiskey, he evaluates the selection.] … Mm. Outside of Huisto, food and drink is very… boring. It has no… [Kailas pauses, uttering a word in his native language. It’s not something he’d normally do, but the word is lost on him.] How would you say that…? One-dimensional? [The blond gives a shake of his head. This time, he goes for the rum instead, pouring himself a healthy serving.]
Ikenna: *Ikenna raises an eyebrow as his drinking companion tips back his glass, downing it in one motion. Honestly, this is getting a bit out of control isn’t it? Perhaps he shouldn’t be surprised—and true, he had been more than a little bit curious about an intoxicated Kailas—but… he’s almost beginning to regret accepting this drinking challenge. Almost.
Of course, to make matters worse, Kailas certainly hasn’t slowed down even a little after his latest addition of alcohol to his system, now going back for more. Ikenna watches the subtle—or not so subtle—signs of the man’s lack of coordination, the slight shaking legs, the—ah. The slipping back to his native tongue. *
One-dimensional, hm. I’m sorry that you find our liquor so lackluster. *Ikenna tips back his own glass, swallowing its so-called bland contents. He shouldn’t find this as adorable as he does. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, really. Perhaps he’s a little further along himself than he’d thought. * Are you sure you need that, Kaichii? Something about keeping count being a good thing, was it? _________________________________
Kailas: [Ikenna is speaking to him again, using that low, hushed voice of his. Kailas is so overcome by the sound of it that he barely is able to process what he’s saying. His skin tingles—goosebumps prickle along his arms. Kailas can’t help but wonder: does Ikenna know just how much that teases him? Does he know what effect that voice has on him?
Kailas take a hearty swig of his drink, before finally replying to that comment:] It’s Kailas. And I have been counting. [he insists.] This is… [he pauses, before giving a nod.] Number four. [he says, raising the glass.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Ah. Well in that case. You have this perfectly under control, what was I thinking. *Ikenna deadpans, casting the man a blank stare. His reasoning skills are remarkable for one clearly on the fast track with no signs of slowing down. Ikenna breathes a sigh, a pale finger absentmindedly running along the edge of his glass. It must be the liquor, really. If he didn’t know better, he might… might think that Kailas is actually enjoying this, drinking himself into a stupor with Ikenna Nuiwa of all people.
It must be the alcohol, surely.* Sit back down, Kaichii. Unless you’re looking to find yourself on the floor, that is. You do seem to enjoy that, after all. *he thoughtfully remarks.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Ikenna is issuing commands again, and this time he’s doing it using that stupid nickname. Normally, Kailas would be able to force himself into producing a measured reaction. He’d be able to suppress his blush, repress his irritation and just move on. In this moment, Kailas has none of that self-control. As soon as he hears that nickname once more—and notices it, for sure, this time—he twitches, his expression growing vaguely irritated. He’s prepared to open his mouth and fight off that nickname, fight for his dignity, when Ikenna brings up that incident.
Immediately, Kailas’s face heats. He fights for words, but finds it difficult. The memory of that event is passing over him, leaving him with an array of uncomfortable feelings. Just thinking of Ikenna’s warm body pressed against his own, his breath so close to his skin… it was enough to overwhelm him on the spot.]
Y-you… why would I ever enjoy that? Especially underneath you of all people. [Realizing his tell, Kailas blinks and averts his gaze, only growing pinker in color.] _________________________________
Ikenna: *Ikenna watches the varying degrees of irritation and embarrassment apparent on Kailas’ face, his own expression one of amusement, a satisfied little smirk in place. It’s a little childish of him to pick at the man so, but that was hardly new. At his soberest it was often far too tempting to resist, but now? Now, with Kailas’ reactions amplified, and Ikenna’s self-control admittedly a little dulled by the alcohol, it was just impossible to resist.
His lips part to comment something to that effect, really, about how cute Kailas’ reactions are, his flushed skin and irritated little scowl, but the words never come. He’s silenced by Kailas’ response, giving a blink, followed by another. Well. Now that is an interesting comment.* I don’t know, Kaichii. Why would you? Perhaps you should tell me. I never said I would join you there, but if there’s something you need to tell me, do feel free. Is that what you were hoping for? *The words seem to flow of their own accord, his voice that smooth, teasing sound, and yet honestly… it’s a little disconcerting how easy it is to imagine. That sadly brief moment before, the feel of Kailas beneath him….* _________________________________
Kailas: I wouldn’t. You’re the one who—I never…. [Kailas’s thoughts are spiraling out of control. They’ve become utter nonsense at this point. He tries to find the words to deny Ikenna’s implications in the strongest way possible, but they simply won’t come. For whatever reason—be it the alcohol, his embarrassment, or Ikenna Nuiwa’s troublesome presence—Kailas is rendered utterly incapacitated. He turns further away, his back to Ikenna as he takes yet another gulp of his drink.
As he stands there, stewing in these frustrating thoughts and feelings, Kailas has the strangest of thoughts: why? Why did Ikenna bring up that moment, so suddenly? Was it… memorable for him, as well? Kailas turns back slowly, leveling a searching gaze Ikenna’s way. Leaving his glass behind, he takes a few steps toward the man, making his way back to the edge of the bed.] _________________________________
Ikenna: *Ikenna carefully watches the man’s every reaction, his own glass now entirely forgotten. Granted, it’s not unusual in itself for Kailas to grow agitated or embarrassed with his teasing, but this? Is this merely the alcohol at play? It’s such a strong reaction, beyond Ikenna’s expectations, even.
Is he simply reading too much into this? Ikenna blinks his red eyes, that little smirk fading into something a bit more thoughtful—if he were to be honest, yet when does Ikenna Nuiwa practice honesty—he… it’s uncertainty. Has he pushed too far? Kailas’ flustered expression, while adorable, is….
He blinks, blinks again, as Kailas draws forward, coming back to the bed. He meets that gaze, now searching—what is Kailas searching for, exactly? And why… why does he feel unsure on how to respond to it?* … I’m the one that what, Kailas? You… you were saying? *he finally quietly remarks, his voice a little less teasing, a little more genuine.* _________________________________
Kailas: You brought it up. [he says softly—so quietly at first that it’s barely audible. Kailas takes another step forward and repeats himself, this time speaking louder, clearer.] You brought it up. Why, Ikenna? [Kailas’s luminescent eyes are pinned on Ikenna’s, seeking answers from within him. Not for the first time, Kailas finds himself questioning Ikenna’s motivations. This time, though, he has no filter. He can’t stop himself from asking.] Do you get a rise out of this? My irritated face? Did you get a rise out of that? _________________________________
Ikenna: *Honestly, this intent gaze of Kailas’, that soft, questioning voice—it’s vaguely disconcerting, which isn’t particularly the feeling Ikenna had been hoping for when inviting the man in for a drink or two or ten. Ikenna keeps his expression carefully blank, neutral, his only real tell a blink of his eyes. Why? Why bring it up? How should he responds to this? It’s actually a fair question, one he’s asked his own mind more than once. The thought of that childish, silly fight of theirs, one of many, really—why. Why indeed.*
Oh? Do I need a reason to bring it up, now? To get a rise out of you? It’s clearly working. You’re far too easy… Ka-i-chii.*Ikenna finally decides on an appropriately inappropriate response, a knowing little smile forced back to his lips. It’s the easiest response. Redirection, teasing, skirting around the rather obvious fact that of course Ikenna enjoys that irritated face, those blushing cheeks, the… the man’s every expression, every accidental or intentional touch, his very presence alone....* _________________________________
Kailas: [Kailas is an open book, and he knows it. When Ikenna utters that nonsensical nickname—breaking it up syllable by syllable, at that—Kailas’s body halts, his irritated scowl vaguely intensifying. The half-demon breathes a hard sigh and closes his eyes, willing himself to have some sense of control over the situation. Ikenna is deflecting, but he’s not going to let him. He won’t give in.
Kailas focuses his gaze on the Councilman once more, and takes another careful step forward.] You don’t need one, but you have one. You don't do anything without purpose. What is it, Ikenna? What makes you like this so much? [he asks, persisting. Kailas is lingering close now, standing directly in front of Ikenna.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Alcohol only increases that stubborn streak of yours, I see. *Ikenna dryly notes, and yes, fuck if he isn’t still avoiding that persistent line of questioning Kailas has brought on him. He doesn’t quite meet that intent gaze for a long moment, his red gaze dropping away. Kailas is close—very close—now, and he can feel him watching him, reading him. What does he see? Ikenna isn’t certain.*
I don’t do anything without purpose. You give me too much credit, don’t you? *he quietly scoffs, his focus finally drawing up, meeting Kailas’ careful gaze.* Because I enjoy you, Kailas. Isn’t that obvious? Is that what you wanted to hear? _________________________________
Kailas: [Kailas sucks in a breath at this sudden admission, that irritated scowl all but evaporating. Yes, he’s wanted to hear this, it’s true. As hard as he’s tried to deny what exactly he feels toward this man, beneath it all, he can’t deny his enjoyment of his presence. For Kailas, though, this enjoyment goes far beyond the taunting and games. Is it the same for Ikenna?]
What is it that you enjoy? Is it just how angry I become when you tease me? [he continues this line of questioning, proceeding further.] … what do you think, when you look at me? _________________________________
Ikenna: *Ikenna carefully watches the agitation fade from the half-demon’s face, replaced with, well… something else, that Ikenna isn’t quite ready to put a name to. Is it relief? Is it… it is really something that Kailas wants to hear? Somehow, he has a distinct feeling that he’s not off the hook just yet.
And then comes these new questions, confirming this suspicion. Ikenna’s lips part, but he finds himself momentarily at a loss. What does he think when he looks at Kailas? At his vibrant eyes, his striking face, his stubborn, so very fucking persistent inner strength, he--* … What do I think when I look at you? I think that I see a very stubborn, very passionate… hah. Very drunk man. What… what are you looking for, Kaichii? What do you want me to say, hm? _________________________________
Kailas: [Ikenna is stunned into silence by his question. It’s the first time this has happened recently—perhaps ever, if Kailas’s impaired memory is to be believed. Kailas takes in that silence quite smugly, pleased that he’s been able to have at least this effect on the Councilman. This time, he will get what he’s seeking. This time, for sure.
And then, artfully, the man dodges, giving him yet another non-answer. Kailas barely represses his frustrated sigh. His facial expression tightens again, and he moves forward, lightly placing his hands on Ikenna’s shoulders.] Honesty. I’m looking for honesty. Tell me… [Kailas’s voice trails as he leans down, coming face-to-face with Ikenna.] … what do you feel when you look at me? _________________________________
Ikenna: Hah… *It’s now, in this moment, that Ikenna is finally realizing the true extent of the predicament he has allowed himself to be led into. He’s brought this on himself, he knows this much. The teasing, the drinking, that seemingly offhand comment about an image that won’t quite leave his head, and now---now, here they are. Kailas’ hands resting firmly on his shoulders, so very close that he can smell the alcohol on his breath and it’s so very… tempting.
Ikenna stares up at that perfectly demanding face, his own expression blank other than the ever so faint thoughtful frown taking hold of the corners of his lips. Slowly, he tilts up, leans in just a bit closer, red eyes never looking away. What does he feel?* When I look at you… what I see there… It’s difficult to look away. That’s what I feel. What would you call that, I wonder? _________________________________
Kailas: Ikenna reciprocates his gesture, inching in closer to him. It’s a surprising move, and Kailas can’t deny that it throws him off considerably. It’s not his usual response; he isn’t rising to a challenge, he’s meeting Kailas where he’s at. That, coupled with the half-demon’s uncertain answer, rob Kailas of his stubborn determination. How should he proceed from here?
First, he’ll answer Ikenna’s question.] That depends. [Kailas begins, his voice a whisper.] Is it a pleasant feeling? Or is it unpleasant? _________________________________
Ikenna: *Ikenna takes a long moment to carefully consider the shifting expression and body language his response brings on. Gone is the stubborn, determined Kailas; Ikenna’s answer wasn’t quite what the half-demon was expecting, he can gather this much, at least.
That questioning, whispered sound to Kailas’ voice is certainly a shift from before. The question alone is almost laughable, really. Unpleasant? No… no, there was nothing unpleasant about the face so close to his own.* Pleasant, Kaichii. *Ikenna quietly admits, a slight smile replacing his thoughtful frown. He likely… shouldn’t. Kailas is drunk. Kailas is—is so very close, trying so fucking hard with that persistence of his, and Ikenna finds a pale hand drawing up, ever so lightly pressing against a pink-tinted cheek.* Always pleasant. _________________________________
Kailas: [Kailas’s eyes widen as Ikenna’s hand raises to his cheek, stroking it with such affection. He remains like that, frozen in place, struggling to process this gesture and its accompanying words. He can feel his heart racing within his chest, fluttering with happiness and hope. Kailas takes in a slow, shuddering breath, and closes his eyes. His heart is beating faster, his pulse pounding within his head.
It’s a split-second decision. Kailas makes his move suddenly. He pulls Ikenna forward by the shoulders, and tips in, eliminating the space between them in one swift motion. As his lips press firmly against the older man’s, he can only silently pray that he’s read this situation correctly. Please let this be the right choice....] _________________________________
Ikenna: *Perhaps it was too much. That light, careful touch to this captivating face in question… was it too much? Had Ikenna made a mistake? Kailas’ reaction is immediately visible, eyes wide, his breath held, and then that shuddering inhale, and he—
All uncertainty dies along with most reason as he finds himself abruptly drawn forward, liquid sloshing in his forgotten glass, Kailas’ lips meeting his own.* H-hah... *Ikenna for a brief moment fails to react—he could blame the alcohol for dulling his senses, but that wouldn’t be the truth of the matter. No, it’s the surprise, the—the utter fucking shock to find the lips he had truthfully stared at, imagined more than once now pressed against his own.
Ikenna's surprise fades with the last remnants of reason, apparently, as his lips part and his hand draws to the back of Kailas’ head, guiding him in for more. Of course he’s wanted this—how he has so fucking desperately wanted this. Foolish of him not to realize—admit it to himself—until now.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Ikenna’s immediate reaction to Kailas’s gesture is nonexistent. It’s incredible, the amount of racing thoughts this inaction can cause. He’d been wrong, judged the situation entirely incorrectly, irreparably harmed their relationship….
Just as his uncertainty begins to get the best of him, Ikenna grasps onto him and responds so perfectly, pulling him deeper into the kiss. It’s an incredibly warm, joyous feeling. Kailas can feel his heart thump wildly in his chest, his breath utterly stolen by his shock and happiness. Vaguely, he can feel wetness behind his eyes--it’s simply that intense of a feeling.
Kailas scrambles to pull Ikenna closer, and claims those lips in an intense series of kisses. He kisses him until he has no breath left. As he pulls back, he takes in a shuddering series of breaths, his eyes opening as he hazily regards this man.]
You… [he begins, his word just a weak whisper.] Are just as captivating, Ikenna. _________________________________
Ikenna: *That kiss is all that he imagined it would be—yes, he had imagined it, hadn’t he?—no, far more than what he could ever have imagined. Kailas’ lips are cool and perfect against his own, insistent, passionate, utterly intoxicating. Far more than any mere drink could ever be. Ikenna is drowning in the intensity of the emotions and sensations, in the best way possible. His thoughts still for a moment as he simply lets himself get carried away by Kailas’ lips against his own, his breath stolen, right—hah right along with his reason, his sense, his heart even.
Finally, long after both he and Kailas have run out of breath, the younger man finally pulls back, breaking contact for much needed air. Ah, yes. Air. Ikenna takes in a few less than composed breaths himself, his focus drawing to that pink-tinted, beautiful face, to those lips that had been pressed against his own moments before, then finally moving to those vibrant, expressive eyes.*
Am… am I? *Ikenna manages, somehow finding his voice. It’s somewhat difficult to believe that Kailas could be as captivated by Ikenna, that he could be drawn in as much as Ikenna is in this moment. Even as they speak, he can’t pull his gaze away from those green eyes, and he doesn’t want to, either.* That’s… hard to believe. I can’t imagine that I compare, Kailas. You really… don’t even realize, do you? _________________________________
Kailas: [Ikenna’s implications are enough to make his flush darken, his lips shivering, twitching. It’s a heady mix of embarrassment, shock and raw emotion. Even though they’ve been parted for several moments, it’s as if he can’t catch his breath. He’s simply too overwhelmed by the situation.
Is this really happening? He’d taken that leap, and Ikenna had reciprocated, and now, he’s whispering such affectionate words…. Is he so sure this isn’t a dream?]
H-how could I? [he responds, his voice nowhere near as calm and smooth as Ikenna’s tenor.] How could I realize, when… you never even…. [Kailas can’t continue this thought. There are too many racing at once. What he can do--what every fiber of his being wants him to do--is draw the man closer, and lean his forehead gently against the Ikenna’s own.]
I want to be close to you. [he confesses, his voice a whisper.] I want to feel you…. _________________________________
Ikenna: *Ikenna carefully watches the expressions passing across Kailas’ face, the flush to his skin, the shivering of his lips—each emotion that he plainly observes only adds to the utter—utter captivation he has with this man. How in the world could Kailas not know just how much he’s grown to want him by his side, wanted his company, his presence, his intellect, his personality—all of it and more.
Ah, yes. Because he hadn’t breathed a word of it. He hadn’t even admitted it to himself.
Ikenna gives an uneven sigh as Kailas tips forward, his forehead resting against his own. It’s difficult to imagine that Kailas could feel as strongly, that he could want this, all of this and more, and yet here he is, so very close, his voice nothing but honest, unbelievable or not.*
Hah… Are you certain this isn’t the alcohol speaking, Kaichii? *he murmurs, slipping just a bit from that oh-so practiced composed tone. His hand draws up, pressing against the man’s cheek, fingertips lightly tracing pink skin.* You… are right about one thing, though. I haven’t made myself particularly clear. _________________________________
Kailas: [Kailas long expected that question. He’d anticipated it from the moment he made that split-second choice to kiss Ikenna. Of course, the alcohol has nothing to do with Kailas’s feelings--he’s wanted to be with Ikenna like this since the very beginning of their relationship. It’d only served to conceal his fears from him and loosen his lips. But how can he explain that to Ikenna?
Kailas leans into the touch at his cheek, his eyes half-lidded in his contentment.] It made it easier. I… finally… [he attempts, breathing a relieved sigh.] I wanted to know--and finally…. _________________________________
Ikenna: I’ve always said alcohol has its uses. But, I… Kailas… *Ikenna closes his eyes for a moment, attempting to collect his thoughts. Is he really this dense, this oblivious? Kailas has wanted this. For how long? Kailas is pressing against his every touch, using such a relieved, honest tone. It’s difficult to imagine, and yet there it is, so very plain before him.*
Finally… you finally know? You do, don’t you? How much I… I want this? *he quietly questions, continuing to provide that careful touch to Kailas’ cheek. He’s enjoying it, this much is evident, and Ikenna… he does want this. God does he want this.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Once again, Kailas finds himself rendered speechless—practically breathless—by Ikenna. He’d so desperately hoped that his gut feeling was correct, but in truth, Kailas had no certainty that Ikenna wanted anything of this nature before now. He’s beside himself with happiness and relief. It’s as if a weight has been lifted. And it’s true—no longer does Kailas feel the guilt of having any kind of interest in a taken man, the shame of desiring someone in secret, or the fear of having his affections discovered.
There’s a lingering question here, though, and Kailas needs it answered. His grip on Ikenna’s form tightens a bit, and he leans into him, closing the gap between their bodies.] But… what is it you want, Ikenna? [he whispers through a smile, his lips lingering close to the man's palm.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Hah… what do I want? *Ikenna repeats, taking in an unsteady breath as Kailas leans in, firmly against him. His breath tickles the skin at his palm, and that closeness is more than enough to send pleasant tingles spreading up and down his thin frame. What does he want? He… he knows what he wants, doesn’t he? He’s known for some time, since far before he playfully straddled the man on his office floor. He’s wanted… so very much from Kailas.
Is it the correct choice? Should he? There are lingering doubts, to be fucking sure, but the words come from his mouth, steady and calm, regardless:* You, Kailas. I want you. All of you. _________________________________
Kailas: [Kailas’s eyes light up at this response, and his smile faintly widens. For a moment, it seems as if he’s considering a response. His eyes roam Ikenna’s frame, starting at his gorgeous face, and down his torso. His hands slide around to the front of his body, almost trailing after his gaze, following its pattern—fingertips caressing neck, hands sliding along shoulders, palms on chest….
In truth, it’s all Kailas needed to hear. He gives Ikenna a firm push backwards, shoving him back against the bed. Kailas moves with his sinking form, settling atop him.] Then… have me. [he whispers, leaning in to once again claim Ikenna’s lips in a kiss.] _________________________________
Ikenna: *Ikenna takes in another less than steady breath as Kailas’s hands wander his frame, his gaze burning through him in the utterly best way possible, and he—each and every touch sliding down his frame seems to warm him far more than his own energy alone possibly could. It’s a warmth that spreads through him with touch, with that smile on Kailas’s lips and he—
Perhaps he should have expected it, but not for the first time, he abruptly finds himself flat on his back, Kailas on top of him. His own lips curve into a smile as Kailas’s lips press against him.* Hah… *He wraps his arms snugly about Kailas, drawing him against him tighter, deepening that kiss, hands wandering, tracing circles. After all, he… How can he say no to such a firm request?* _________________________________
Kailas: [In spite of his forwardness, Kailas is still overcome by a feeling of muted shock when Ikenna wraps his arms so tightly around him and presses his lips so firmly against his own. He never pauses, though, not for a second. In moments, his fingers are winding through Ikenna’s red hair, and stroking over the smooth skin of his face.
The sensation of kissing Ikenna Nuiwa is like nothing he’d ever conceived of. He’d always imagined that warmth engulfing him, but this kiss is so much more than that. It heightens his senses, making his skin tingle and his head buzz so pleasantly. The taste of Ikenna’s mouth is dizzying, too—he can’t keep himself from eagerly exploring it. Kailas practically flattens himself against Ikenna as he acts out these most intimate desires, his eyebrows at an arch and soft sounds escaping his throat. He’s getting lost in these sensations quickly.] Nn…. _________________________________
Ikenna: Mm… hah… *Ikenna breathes out a soft sound, his lips parting, his tongue seeking out Kailas’s own. For the moment, he’s content to let Kailas take the lead of that deep kiss, his eyes closing and his head tilting, allowing for better access as he pulls Kailas in that much closer.
He’s fairly certain that even now, it hasn’t fully set in. The reality that Kailas is pressing so very eagerly against him, fingers stroking through his hair, issuing such adorable, perfect sounds—if he didn’t know better, he’d think he had lost himself in alcohol fueled delusions of the very best kind, but honestly he… he’s not capable of this kind of pleasant delusion. This is far too good, far too perfect to be a dream.
Ikenna carefully eases a warm hand down the man’s back, tracing along his spine. He can’t help but want to explore the man’s frame, to allow his hands to wander, he… he wants to hear more of those perfect sounds, wants to draw Kailas in closer, closer still.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Ikenna’s roaming hands send shivers up his spine. The half-demon arches up into this touch, in turn pressing his lower half firmly against Ikenna’s. His eyes squeeze shut, and he moans into their liplock. If his head hadn’t been dizzy with sensation before, it certainly is now. Kailas draws away from their kiss suddenly, and takes in a series of panting breaths.]
I-Ikenna… [he manages between them, his voice hoarse. Kailas’s eyes are open again, no doubt aflame with the vibrant passion he feels for this man.] _________________________________
Ikenna: *Ikenna takes in a sharp breath as Kailas moans against his lips, as he presses his lower half firmly against his own—it sends fresh spark-waves of tingling warmth flooding him, pooling and spreading in such a tormentingly wonderful way.*
Mm, you’re—hah… so cute, Kaichii. Have I mentioned this? *Ikenna murmurs, eyes opening to—ah, no, not just cute. That doesn’t even begin to do that expression justice.* … Make that beautiful. *His eyes are radiant and beautiful, yes, and Ikenna can’t help but be utterly caught up in them, to smile, warm, entirely genuine.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Just when Kailas has finally regained some of his usual confidence, Ikenna robs it from him once more with his compliments. The half-demon blinks once, before drawing his gaze away. His face is burning—and it’s definitely not the alcohol’s fault.]
I… idiot. You’re ruining the mood. [he says with a scoff. Slowly, Kailas draws his eyes back to Ikenna.] B-but I… I was thinking the same about you. [Kailas mumbles, his voice low and hesitant.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Oh? What a coincidence. I’m flattered. *Ikenna softly remarks, that smile certainly not going anywhere for the moment—for some time, most likely. He won’t comment on whether or not it’s a logical thing to think about Ikenna Nuiwa of all people, far too focused on that red face, that averted gaze.
Ikenna reaches a hand to Kailas’ heated cheek, his thumb stroking along pink tinted skin.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Kailas is about to rattle some sort of comment about Ikenna’s impeccable composure, some rude remark, when that hand comes for him. He can’t stop himself from leaning into it, can’t keep the content expression off of his face. Any way this man wants to touch him, he will happily accept.]
Ikenna… [he whispers, now moving to press a gentle kiss against his hand.] I’m… so glad…. [he continues, his eyes drawing to a close, his lips rising into a small smile.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Mm… I’m glad too, Kailas. I am. *he quietly agrees, breathing a soft sigh. He—he is. He truly is, and he… it’s all right, isn’t it? To show Kailas this much, at least?
Ikenna’s hand strokes back a few stray blond strands from that captivating face, taking a long moment to simply take in Kailas’ smile. Finally, he makes his move, easing Kailas over onto the bed, reversing positions so that he’s now straddling the man, his movement somewhat sudden, but careful, none the less. It’s familiar, he’s done this before, hasn’t he? But this time, he’s leaning in, placing careful kisses to Kailas’ forehead, a cheek, warm and lingering…* _________________________________
Kailas: [Kailas is completely caught up in Ikenna’s warm reds. It’s not the first time he’s found himself staring into them. Only, this time, he feels at ease as he does it; there’s no fear of being caught, no worry or concern that the councilman might read too deeply into it.
There are some consequences for his actions, however. In a moment, Kailas finds himself flat on his back, warmth pooling at his hips and stomach. Ikenna is atop him, pressing his warm body against him. Kailas feels his flush creep further up his face. Still, he’s cool in comparison to Ikenna’s heated lips. They leave what feel like trails of fire along his forehead and cheek—he shivers in their wake.]
Ikenna…. [Kailas whispers, his hands reaching out. He strokes eagerly through the man’s hair, fingers winding through those deep red strands.] M-more…. _________________________________
Ikenna: Ah… *Ikenna takes in a sharp breath at that request, his lips pausing, lingering at Kailas’ cheek. It’s honestly amazing just how much a single word uttered by the man can make him feel. Even more than that admittedly wonderful sensation of fingers winding through his hair, it’s that one word. It’s a swelling of warmth in more than one way, truly, flooding his frame, but also the center of his chest in a much more meaningful way that is almost a little frightening in its intensity.*
More? What do you want more of, Kailas? *he finally manages to murmur, tilting up to whisper against Kailas’ ear, his voice a little breathy. He wants to give Kailas more—more of what Kailas is making Ikenna feel, more of those shivers and sounds—he wants to give Kailas everything he wants.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Ikenna’s whispering voice makes him feel a strangely content. It's such a kind, quiet voice. Even whispered, Ikenna’s tenor is smooth and sweet. Yet, the very feel of Ikenna at his ear, his breath tickling against his ear… it's enough to send a chill down his spine, to make his hair stand on end.
What really got him, though, was that question. How could he answer it? Kailas’s eyes draw to Ikenna’s, and he moves upward, reaching to gently kiss him.] More of you. I just… want to keep feeling you. Anyway you want to touch me, Ikenna... I... please? _________________________________
Ikenna: *Ikenna breathes another of those sighs—both at ease and unsteady all at the same time, as conflicting as it seems—as Kailas reaches up, presses his lips gently against Ikenna’s. Kailas’ lips, cool and perfect against his own, send fresh shivering warmth racing down his frame, hitting all of the right places, no fucking doubt about this.
Far more than the act itself is the words. Kailas’ voice is gentle against his lips, the sound—and the request—in those words more than enough to add to that desire to bring the man exactly the pleasure that he wants—wants from Ikenna of all men. Honestly. Ikenna lingers against those lips, his own parting, a soft, affectionate little scoff escaping him. Yes. It’s a request he’s more than happy to accept.*
I can… hah. Certainly give you that, Kailas. As much as you want, I… *A warm hand strokes at Kailas’ cheek, brushing back blond strands, and he places a kiss to the man’s lips, before drawing down, placing another to his chin, and again at the crook of his neck.* _________________________________
Kailas: Y-you… [he utters, the word coming out between shuddering breaths. Ikenna’s kisses are soft, almost chaste, but somehow they’re still far too much for him. He’s awash in a sea of sensation--swept in the undertow, drowning it, and somehow he can’t help but want more. More of Ikenna’s touch, more of his honest, affectionate voice, more of his attention and affection….]
I want all of you… [he finally manages, his voice considerably more insistent this time. Kailas’s hands are moving through Ikenna’s hair and down his back, fingers seeking under the collar of Ikenna’s shirt.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Hah—mm. If that’s what you want, Kaichii, then… that’s what I’ll give you. You have me. *Ikenna murmurs, teasingly, yet still a genuine, affectionate sound against Kailas’ neck, moving in closer, lower half pressing down firmly against Kailas’ own. This, accompanied by Kailas’ fingers wandering at the collar of his shirt brings forth another of those breathy sounds, fresh waves of heat spreading through his middle, filling him, bit by bit.
He brings his lips back to Kailas’ skin, his kisses growing longer, lingering and firm, lips parted and roaming. His hands are hardly idle, either. He caresses at the man’s cheek, his hair, seeking out more of those shuddering breaths from Kailas.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Ikenna receives everything he’s looking for and more, as Kailas trembles underneath the firm press of Ikenna’s warm body against his own.] I-Ikenna…. [He gasps out as Ikenna’s wet lips and tongue trail down his frame, his eyes squeezing closed, his fingers weaving through strands of short red hair. He presses him in closer, encouraging him to continue. He’s dizzy with pleasure, still overcome with the shock of the situation at hand. And more than that, he isn’t sure if he’s more drunk on Ikenna’s touch, or on the alcohol.] _________________________________
Ikenna: *Really, Kailas’s every reaction, his gasping breath, the shivers traversing the man’s frame beneath him, each new sound or motion—it’s distracting, captivating, it’s… if he weren’t so focused, so determined to provide even more sensation for Kailas, it may be enough to steal away his own breath. In fact—it almost is.*
Mm… Yes? *he murmurs against the half-demon’s neck, lips warm and wet as he continues to trail kisses up his neck, reaching his ear:* More? *he inquires through a particularly heavy breath, those fingertips stroking through his hair encouraging him in that much more closely against Kailas’s frame. It sends such deep warmth spreading, growing through his being.* _________________________________
Kailas: [Ikenna’s heavy breathing against his ear practically drives him wild with need. Up until this point, he’s only imagined these sounds in his own shameful dreams. To have Ikenna, warm and alive and real against him, breathing so heavily thanks to his touch, his own passion… it’s honestly enough to make him feel like he’s losing his mind.]
M-more… [Kailas shakily repeats. Using his hands as leverage, he draws the demon closer to him, and claims his lips in a passionate kiss. There’s no hesitation this time; tongue dances, lips suck, and underneath all of this is Kailas’s quiet moan of longing.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Hah… Kailas… *Ikenna murmurs through another of those uneven breaths, meeting Kailas’s eager lips with his own parted and a seeking tongue. Kailas’s breaths, hard and fast against his lips send tingling warmth spreading, only adding to that need, desire—more. Yes. More, definitely more.
He wants to provide more—wants to feel more of Kailas beneath him, to allow his hand to wander, stroking at the man’s cheek, down his neck, reaching his shirt. … Ah, what a nuisance that is. Without breaking free from that kiss, he manages to find the hem at Kailas’s side, warm fingertips sliding underneath, glancing cool skin.* _________________________________
Kailas: [This kiss is nothing like their first one. There’s none of that trepidation; only wild, reckless abandon. Kailas pours all of his feelings into the kiss, drawing his lover ever-closer with a guiding hand at the back of his head. He tastes him, deeply and completely, tongue exploring every bit of the warmth of his mouth. It’s… divine—that’s the only way he can describe the sensation.
At his abdomen, there’s a faint tickling sensation. Kailas shivers as Ikenna’s fingers caress against his bare skin. He’s spreading fire with every single touch, and god, does Kailas want to burn up beneath him. He wants this—he wants them both to be bare, with no clothing to serve as a barrier between their bodies. Kailas reciprocates Ikenna’s touch, one of his own hands making its way to the councilman’s back. He grasps hold of the lip of his shirt, and begins immediately drawing it upwards.] _________________________________
Ikenna: Mm. *Ikenna can’t help but give a soft, breathy moan at Kailas’s reciprocation to his wandering touch, the certainty of their kiss, the way his own body seems to grow that much warmer as Kailas’s cool hands slide against him. Kailas guiding him in closer, responding and encouraging that kiss with such—such passion, such tangible depth that it’s nearly too much sensation, too much in the best way possible.
Ikenna, for his part, certainly hasn’t ceased in his own explorations, either. His hand presses up Kailas’s shirt, sliding up the man’s bare side, his abdomen, lingering and enjoying each new expanse of skin revealed. Their clothing is serving as nothing but an obstacle at this point, and he’s more than content to let Kailas shove up his own shirt as well, to shiver at that touch against his heated skin.* Kailas… hah…. _________________________________
Kailas: [Each time Ikenna murmurs his name in that breathless manner, Kailas feels like he’s soaring—his stomach does frontflips inside of his abdomen, and his head is a fuzzy mess. It’s an addictive feeling, and Kailas finds he’s anxious to draw more of it out of the man—more calls of his name, more soft, breathless moans and shuddering breaths.
That’s not the only sensation he’s feeling, however. As Ikenna’s hand draws along his body, Kailas feels heat pool beneath it. The half-demon can’t help but shift beneath him, antsy for more of this contact. Kailas breaks from their kiss, wet lips parting as a gasping cry escapes him. He’s quickly losing control amidst feelings of need and desire.
He’ll fight it. Kailas recovers quickly, two shaky hands taking hold of Ikenna’s shirt as he attempts to draw it up and over his head.] I want… to see all of you…. _________________________________