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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

[lupusxylem]

Does she, now?

[Somehow, he isn't surprised. It's A.B.A, after all.]

Just like you think I'm this "Adrian" guy?

[Well he WAS calmed down about it, anyway...Wolfwood raises a brow, folding his arms across his chest.]

If she was able t'confuse us, I can see where this might have come up. But look, if you don't believe me, I can show you my notebook. I know shit shows up in all of our notebooks, but it'd probably be organized differently in mine if I was writing it, right?

[lupusxylem]

Mmm...y'like that?

[Despite his usual grumpiness, he can't help but smirk at the reaction, the way Flamebringer's hips buck up into his hand like that. It prompts him to angle it a little so his cocks can slip past and between his fingers.

Yeah okay he's definitely doing some foreplay now.]

You're soaked.

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Catch him with his face red because Wolfwood is enjoying this (how dare he enjoy the consensual sex, how dare he like what he sees grr grr grr), and also that part where he's getting his cocks touched and his sheath fingered. That, too, is flustering him.]

Sh... shut up.

[There's not much strength to that statement. Just a groan, and then he turns his head and half-buries it in the pillow, though he does watch Wolfwood with one bright eye.]

You're lucky I'm... nhhg... letting you explore.

[lupusxylem]

[Damn. What's this asshole so pretty for? It's not fucking fair. Wolfwood, of course, is still grinning like the cat that caught the canary. Yet, despite his smugness, Wolfwood is shockingly gentle. He's working his fingers against Flamebringer like he's a lover, and not out of some sort of obligation.

Like wow, he's enjoying this? Fucked up, truly.]

Oh, you're lettin' me?

[He's teasing as he twists his wrist, rubbing the pads of his index and middle finger along the edge of that sheath, dragging them up the base of one cock while his thumb comes up to rub at the head of the other.

Prepping? You're supposed to be prepping? Wolfwood prep this man's asshole-]

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Almost like knocking on someone's door at 2am demanding they fuck the "I just killed myself" combat-wired energy out of you is Less Weird when you kinda jive in bed. Like trust him he would've found another guy to rail if he didn't find that he's Sort Of Into the way he and Wolfwood get on in bed. It's called Compatibility or something.

Psychology (source needed) aside... he really does debate kicking Wolfwood, but refrains if only because he both a) invited him over in the first place and b) was the one who actually agreed to let Wolfwood be in charge, so. Even if he's pillow-princessing, even if Wolfwood's being an asshole, he's taking it all in stride. Normally he'd be flipping the guy over by now (says local man who is known to switch but rejects the notion that he could Ever do that even though there is So Much Evidence).

Anyway, he goes to speak and snap at Wolfwood and then there's very suddenly fingers against the ridges on his dick and he full-stop moans about it, like, a real one and not one he manages to muffle in time. His tail lashes briefly like a pissed-off cat, even though he is... really not all that mad.]

Yes, I'm letting you. [But speaking of that tail, and after a brief delay...] The tail is sensitive too, especially around that notched part with the hole. ...You know, if you were wondering.

[He wonders why he's telling Wolfwood this at all.]

[lupusxylem]

[WHY INDEED…like bro you are just giving him more ammo, he has a free hand.

Because yeah, he is immediately going for that tail now that he’s aware it’s safe to touch, tentatively feeling over the smooth ridges along its length.]

Ohh, so now you tell me.

[Rub rub…god he really wants to put his mouth on these. He has to be normal because Flamebringer asked to be railed, not for a blowjob. Even if he likes to think he can give mad head-

He slides his fingers back down into his sheath again, finally gathering up enough slick so that he can migrate to his entrance and start working him open before he gets TOO much more distracted.]

Good to know.

[thebladebringstheflame]

Tch. I don't need to see your damn notebook. It's not like I get how they work.

[Buddy,,, just say "oh sorry I was wrong" and go.]

[thebladebringstheflame]

[If Wolfwood INSISTS on foreplay he will KNOW how to do it properly, thinks Flamebringer in some attempt to tell himself he's having a terrible time despite being the one who asked to get railed in the first place. Buddy your toxic masculinity isn't serving you here.

Anyway, the second his spine arches — because it does, of course it does, he's so keyed up that he's almost over-reacting to things — Flamebringer breathes a huff at himself and grabs the second pillow from the bed and just. Plants it over his face. Do not look at him.]

Sh-shove it. I had to tell you before you bored me half to death.

[Why do you lie so much.]

early january, i'm here with Not smut this time promise-

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Flamebringer is leaving notes again. This one is stapled onto his front door, AGAIN, in as many places as possible. Why is he like this.]

Need a favour

Vash and Livio/Razlo/Whatever ignore this

Come to the bakery.

-Flamebringer

[lupusxylem]

[Hey yo what the fuck-

Man, when is this place going to implement a better communication system than the notebooks, because the nature of them not being private means, well. This shit happens. Wolfwood is spending like a half hour ripping paper off the door until he's able to throw on his jacket and head out, cause he knows there's no point in leaving a "you'd better be dying" note because at that point he'd already be there.

SIGHS.

Wolfwood trudges out into the snow, dragging himself to the bakery and somehow making it inside without letting in too much ice. Well, mostly. He's covered in a not-so-fine layer himself.]

Oi, asshole! You'd better be home.

[lupusxylem]

Okay, so how else am I 'sposed to prove to you I ain't lyin'?

[Neither of these men can admit they were wrong, ever. It's just in their dna.]

[lupusxylem]

Uh huh...your body don't seem too bored, now does it?

[He's already slipping his fingers in up to the first knuckle inside of Flamebringer, and honestly? If the guy didn't have that pillow mashed into his face, he'd probably kiss him. He doesn't need to. He doesn't even know why he wants to. Maybe because he wants to see the way his face scrunches up and gets redder when he does.

But he will be "nice" and continue to work him open, scissoring and stretching his fingers apart so he can sufficiently get him all lubed up inside.]

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Flamebringer coming down the stairs and whipping the door open, yelling—]

Fuck you! Why are you always so fucking loud?!

[...so anyway.]

[lupusxylem]

Speak for yourself, ya bitch.

[Wolfwood huffs, gnawing on a toothpick. He'd be smoking, but he isn't an asshole and there are bunnies in here.]

What is it you need so badly that you stapled fifty notes to my door about it?

[thebladebringstheflame]

I know your dumb fucking ass can't count, but it was one note.

[Why are you guys like this, you're making the bunnies nervous. His tail lashes, and his horns look like they're about to catch fire, but...

Grrr. Instead, he just crosses his arms over his chest and his cheeks turn red.]

I need a favour. Ydalir gave me a task. You can stand here for five minutes and go, I don't give a fuck, but her magic shit doesn't work without it.

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Tail lashing. Arms crossing.]

You don't need to prove shit, just fucking go.

[Why are you SO dramatic about it—]

[thebladebringstheflame]

[He could do this. Just remove the pillow, ez. Flamebringer won't fight on it, at least.

...

Although he does eventually have to slide it up enough to breathe, because he's smothering himself, and his quickened breaths are not drawing enough oxygen. It's still halfway over his face for a moment before he gives up and decides the pillow isn't worth it.

Instead, his forearm is over his eyes. Do not look at him do not perceive him.]

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood rolls his eyes so hard it looks like he might hurt something, moving to fold his arms as well. Now that he also has a tail, it too lashes angrily behind him, the tip making a little whipping sound as it moves.]

Oookaaay...so what is it? You're just gonna admire me for five minutes?

[thebladebringstheflame]

[........................how did he just guess it. What the fuck.]

...

Yes.

[Kill him kill him kill him kill h—]

[lupusxylem]

[.................]

A'ight.

Then maybe you owe me an apology, first.

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood blinks. Leans forward on the balls of his feet a little bit.]

...haaah?

[lupusxylem]

[Oh hello. So we're moving the pillow, then?

Cool. Wolfwood is going to lean in while Flamebringer can't see him and catch his lips under his forearm. Get smooched, idiot.

God. Being on this side is so sweet. Now he understands how Flamebringer felt when he was fingering him the first time.

He won't torture him forever though, because Flamebringer is obviously keyed up to the max, and Wolfwood too is hard enough to cut diamonds, so they're probably ready enough. He finally pulls his hand free and wipes it clean on the sheets, grabbing Flamebringer by the hips so he can pull him forward flush to his front, letting his thighs wrap loosely over his own hips.]

There. That wasn't so bad, hah?

[He asks as he grabs the base of his cock, letting it flop forward between Flamebringer's dicks. Hi.]

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Bright fucking red:]

Ydalir said to get her magic working, I had to issue people genuine compliments, and I guess there are things about you that aren't fucking insufferable.

...

To be clear, I'm doing this because of that ring sketch I know you saw when I handed you my sketchbook. Ezell's birthday is on the 30th... and I guess I'm kind of guestimating when that is, but I'm trying to get the ring before that.

[Gritting his teeth. Looking away.]

I already told your other boytoy [you know, Ain,] about it, since we're sharing Ezell. He said it was fine, but I wouldn't be shocked if he starts looking at either of you funny. Fair warning.

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Nope! He will not do this, instead he pivots around and starts trying to escape—]

[thebladebringstheflame]

[There is the most strangled fucking noise at the kiss. Like why, why are you kissing him, and for a moment Flamebringer manages to look both baffled and indignant after he lifts his arm out of the way. Ugh.

He doesn't want to be perceived. But he's also weirdly melty about that sudden moment of softness. Sue him, he's moving on mentally now, to—

To frotting apparently, way to make him even noisier.]

Didn't say... ugh.