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[lupusxylem]

I will not make this look pretty later, don't believe me it's all a lie

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INVENTORY:

-The Punisher: Wolfwood's cross gun, normally covered in wrappings.
INFO from the mods on use so I don't forget: The cross-gun will be able to fire regular bullets (regains of these can be handwaved; silvered bullets can be purchased in the bonus AC store) just fine, without any special nerfs. The laser feature will be usable a max of 3 times a month.

-4 Vials of his Drugs(tm)
Info from the mods on use so I don't forget: Wolfwood can start with up to 5 vials of his Lab Drugs. More of these can be regained for the price of a Small Item (a maximum of 5 at once), but they will not work on other player characters for obvious reasons. Their healing ability will also be slightly nerfed to not heal anything instantaneously, but rather over a few minutes.
3/7: All Vials have been used. Will need to purchase replacements if he wants to use them again.
???: Forgot to put the date here but he's purchased more Vials, one has been used to he has 4 currently.

-A lighter

-A carton of cigarettes, more can be purchased/handwaved

-A winter coat that Heimr bullied him into purchasing

-A matching pair of boots for the coat

-A little knit wolf with sunglasses from Elsword.

-A blanket from Livio.

-A handgun with a wolf engraved on the handle.

-A black husky named Angelina

-A belt pouch to carry his regeneration vials with a cross emblazoned into the leather.

-Authentic rosary beads, with beads made from black glass and a heavy, silver cross pendant

-A black leather choker with a silver cross pendant, similar to the rosary

-A whole church(tm)

-A wool knit cat plushie from Pure Vanilla

-3 tomas chicks that currently live in Kiera's barn

-3 londonites

-Wolf skull shaped cufflinks

-A dagger for his "birthday" from Gnosis

Comments

[DREAMING] (cw: mild gore)

[sticksandbonesmods]

Wolfwood is alone in the dark, somewhere he can't see or smell any discerning details about. The wind howls around him, deafening the world.

Does he struggle against the winds? Does he stand there and let the silence take him? Regardless, soon he knows he's not alone. Piercing yellow eyes stare at him in the dark, bestial and ravenous. It's a gaze he knows, a hunger burning in his own belly since the corruption began.

It steps closer and he tries to step back but can't, even as the figure becomes more clear: a wolf man with blood and sinew drips from it's maw. A tattered black jacket hangs from it's haunches, and it's jaws snap as it tries to shake something from it's head. No, Wolfwood cannot back up from it-

A hand gently pets his wolf ear affectionately and a voice he knows to be no more than his new master speaks softly:

You cannot run from yourself, after all.




Wolfwood awakens.

[lupusxylem]

[It is...embarrassing how much that turns him on-]

Oh yeah. Just like that.

[Wolfwood leans in and uses his thumb to pull the lace aside, already lining himself up. There will be no teasing foreplay here, the foreplay was getting his dick sucked. He needs to be in him NOW.]

Do you realize how sexy you look, like this?

[He asks in an undertone, just as the head of his cock kisses his entrance.]

[lupusxylem]

Shut up...

[Wolfwood mutters, muffled against the skin of his neck, because yeah the only reason he rolled over the last time is because Flamebringer has two dicks, and two will always beat one, unfortunately. No matter how hung you are, you can't beat two. Two, which are underneath Wolfwood and are shockingly not the star of the show currently, but it does mean Wolfwood has to compensate a bit to make up for where he lacks. Ergo, he's kissing and biting your neck, asshole.

Pants are off, so now he has to blindly do the same for Flamebringer (how does he fucking do anything with that tail, said the guy who is going to get two different tails in the span of a week here) and definitely probably gets his pants stuck trying to get them off.]

[eidxiety]

[Do not worry because Ain clearly intended to get laid today, he has already prepped himself shortly before he came in. This certainly has not helped with how rampantly edged he's feeling.

He has to will himself not to push back onto Wolfwood's dick like, immediately. He, too, wants to be stuffed.]

Mm... sinful? Or not sinful enough?

[lupusxylem]

[The fact that he's already prepped would make Wolfwood laugh if it weren't hypocritical of him to do so. Like, maybe he wasn't expecting to fuck Ain in the confessional, but he isn't about to pass up the chance now that he has it.]

Oh, plenty sinful. [He purrs, pleased that he doesn't even need to do anything here. All he has to do is slip inside, pushing past that first tight hurdle before he's filling Ain up from tip to base, their hips pressed together like a perfectly slotted puzzle piece.] You'd only be more sinful if I was fuckin' you up there on the altar.

[Oh well. Thoughts for next time, perhaps, with Ain in his full angelic regalia, his wings splayed and wispy ribbons spilling all across and down the mantle.]

[eidxiety]

[Ain wasn't expecting to get fucked in a confessional, he was hoping real hard it would happen. And listen, "thoughts for next time" like Ain didn't literally ask to be railed on the altar??? Wolfwood wake up babe.

But being filled, finally, when he'd spent a non-small amount of time in his room finger-blasting himself solely so that he could go seduce Wolfwood (at WORK??) has him trying to grip the slats in the confessional wall for balance, moaning with his forehead pressed against it.]

Nnh... h-haha... next round...?

[lupusxylem]

[Next round? Wolfwood huffs just before he starts to move in earnest, only once he's sure that Ain isn't going to fall over, or doesn't have his face smashed against the wall in a way that will be uncomfortable long-term.]

Yeah? ...yeah, alright. I'm holdin' you to that.

[As soon as they both get off, Wolfwood is dragging Ain over to the altar, still in him. Look forward to that!

In the meantime, Wolfwood has a job to do here first, the wall creaking with protest as Wolfwood moves, the sound of skin-on-skin only muffled just so by the closed doors behind them.]

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Ah yes, Wolfwood lacks a tail and would not know tail facts, like the fact that his pants have a button on the back solely for the tail-hole. It's fine, Flamebringer will shove him back (gently, for once) and actually take the time to guide his hands back there.]

There's a button there. See?

[And then everything will be easier to take off, and while he's sitting up he might as well help with his shirt too. Enjoy seeing two dicks beginning to poke out of the folds of his sheath there, Wolfwood.]

[lupusxylem]

[He lacks a tail for now. Can't wait until he becomes dragon and has to go to Ain like :( Can you fix all my pants I can't put them on anymore and it sucks-

Wolfwood makes a face when Flamebringer pushes him back, only for that scowl to soften a bit when he realizes he's trying to help. Ah, right...

He'll get the button undone after Flamebringer helps (which, weird he guided him instead of doing it himself, why does that make Wolfwood feel some kind of way), and yes he absolutely has not missed those two cocks peeking out to say hello as he gets him undressed.]

...I seriously don't know how you keep those things your pants.

[He asks as he re-situates himself back on top now that they're both marginally less clothed.]

[eidxiety]

[He's so looking forward to it.

That said: Fucking finally, he thought he was going to die from all the blood headed directly to his dick and nowhere else. Wolfwood feels so damn good every time, and Ain's hips rock back into his boyfriend's to meet his thrusts.

RIP to the inside of this dress, it will never be the same.

But while he's gripping the slats in the confessional wall for dear life, there is... a prayer on his lips. Quite literally. Because Ain has not blasphemed enough today, and all of it is half-moaned out while he's being railed stupid.]

O-Oh Father... f-forgive me... as I come bef-fore you in this sacrament— nnh— of confession...

after adrian's netbook post

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Flamebringer is now searching for Wolfwood after the... Debacle™ happens. Wherever he is he Will be found, and when found, he'll be greeted with a:]

Hey asshole! What's with that fucking prank in the notebooks, huh?!

[...he's also a little mad because A.B.A said they were mirrors, okay.]

[lupusxylem]

[It's cold. Cold as BALLS. Which is why Wolfwood has stopped by the barn to check on the Tomas chicks, because they're not used to this kind of unreasonably cold weather. They're not bred to handle it, he doubts they've ever seen a speck of snow in their previous lives...so he's here to make sure they're nice and toasty in their hay, two blue puffballs all curled up together under a heated lamp. They've gotten much larger since Wolfwood got them, each about the size of both hands put together. Still quite small, but growing every day.

...so when Flamebringer comes stomping up through the snow YELLING, Wolfwood's eye twitches as he rises to his feet, frowning as he looks over his shoulder.]

Oi. Do you have to shout at the top of your goddamn lungs? The babies are asleep.

[He'll pull back from the gate, turning around so he can face Flamebringer properly, his black coat for once actually pulled shut over his chest.]

...also what the hell are you goin' on about now?

[thebladebringstheflame]

[You can tell he's mad because the fire lilies that bloom on his dragon horns are, in fact, fucking On Fire right now. He is otherwise in a tank top because he was So Mad he just couldn't get dressed.

Also the babies are asleep... and so is Zonari, if Wolfwood were to look she's just facedown in the hay loft up there. She Has Not Moved.]

You know what I'm going on about! The fucking notebook? You making up some guy for a prank?!

[lupusxylem]

[Oh shit, okay. He's MAD mad. Wolfwood raises a brow and steps a little further out from the barn because if Flamebringer jumps at him he doesn't want the two of them to go crashing into the stalls, here.]

Uuuh huh. Sounds like a fun idea, really wish I came up with it, but I think you've got the wrong idea. I ain't got any idea what the hell you're talkin' about.

[And he'll just

try to walk past him out of the barn, bye-]

[thebladebringstheflame]

Where are you fucking going?

[He'll let Wolfwood about as far as One Footstep Out so that the animals aren't being disturbed, but after that he's blocking the path with his new wings and thrusting the notebook into Wolfwood's face.]

You were fucking with me and A.B.A. Quit lying.

[lupusxylem]

[Normally Wolfwood would just...not stop, but when Flamebringer blocks his path and shoves the notebook in his face, he does falter to squint at the writing that is definitely not his.

He frowns back at him, using two fingers to push the notebook down so he can look at him eye-to-eye.]

...that ain't my handwritin'. You know that, right?

[His handwriting is pretty distinct, he likes to think. Ugly scrawling cursive.]

Like if you wanna fight or whatever, that's fine, but you don't gotta make up shit to get me to punch you.

[lupusxylem]

[It's not the most ideal of conditions for a quick fuck, but that's what makes it all the more enticing. Wolfwood is more than happy to stuff Ain in here, the flowing fabric of the dress only doing so much to give them any sort of modesty. Not that it matters when they're already shut up in the confessional, though all one would need to do to see what's going on is pry that window open where Ain is leaning against.

A huff of laughter barks its way out of Wolfwood as Ain starts to moan that prayer aloud, his grip tightening on his hips as he thrusts into him deeper. Harder.]

Keep goin'. I don't think I can hear you loud enough.

[thebladebringstheflame]

Yes, I know that! The cadence is yours, dipshit! You're good at masking your handwriting, but you suck ass at pretending to be someone else on the fake internet.

[Flamebringer

oh my god]

Adrian is a stupid name for your fake persona anyway! [Flamebringer oh my GOD] Of course you'd come up with that name! [FLAMEBRINGER THAT'S A REAL MAN]

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Look man if you're Going to bang him in the future you need to know how his pants come off— if he were feeling more fighty he wouldn't have helped okay, but he's been pacified. So he'll be Nice this once.]

It's a sheath. They go back in, it's not like I have to walk around with shit hanging out all the time like you.

[It means a kick between the legs won't entirely disable him! An advantage in combat—]

[lupusxylem]

[Adrian...Adrian. Why is that name familiar?]

Fake...?

[Wolfwood's gaze narrows, and a second later, it clicks.]

Are you talkin' about that guy Vash found in the lighthouse?

[Somehow, being able to corroborate the story Adrian gave on the Network is probably just going to make Flamebringer believe Wolfwood = Adrian even more-]

[thebladebringstheflame]

[...]

What fucking lighthouse guy? I don't fucking talk to Vash, numbnuts.

[At least the fire on his horns is dying down.]

[lupusxylem]

Well that's why you got your story confused, dickhead.

[Wolfwood grimaces up at Flamebringer, and while he probably should be more afraid of the guy's ire, he's fought him already. He's well aware that Flamebringer could easily kill him, but hasn't. Won't. Especially not over a prank, especially one that Wolfwood wasn't actually involved in this time.]

But forget that- if I wanted t'fuck with you, I'd own up to it. What do I have to gain by denyin' it, hah?

[lupusxylem]

Well believe me, I'd love to not have my sensitive bits exposed all the time, but you take what you can get.

[Anyway, now Wolfwood has Flamebringer's pants off after minimal difficulty, meaning he's got full reign to do what he pleases. He knows Flamebringer is still wired from murdering his other-half in glorious combat, so he probably won't be patient enough to wait for much foreplay before getting stuffed, but...

Fuck you, he wants to touch your sheath. He needs to stretch him anyway, and what better lubricant is there than the slick those folds are able to produce?]

Can't believe I'm sayin' this, but I'm kinda jealous.

[He mutters, pressing his fingers into the edges of the sheath where his cocks meet the inside.]

[thebladebringstheflame]

[There's also the part where he literally wasn't here over summer when the lighthouse reveal was a thing, he showed up very shortly after that. So whoops.

But yeah no he's never spoken to Vash—

Flamebringer's tail lashes.]

A.B.A thinks we're the same person. Just by the way.

[So he's calmed down about the Adrian thing.]

We talk like two completely different people, so I don't know what she's on about. [Dude.]

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Normally he likes foreplay, so Wolfwood's allowed. It's early in the morning and it's just them, they've got time to kill... the question is if Wolfwood wants his frenemy with benefits to get foreplayed, or if he just wants to rail him so they can both go to bed.

Either way, Flamebringer suddenly bucks his hips up into Wolfwood's fingers, a brief noise of shock and pleasure rippling from his chest.]

Nngh... yeah, I bet.

[He's getting harder by the second here. It's not going to take long for him to slip fully out, and his piercings will glint softly in the low light. Since they're on pre-lubricating dicks, they, too, are fucking soaked.]