Untidy Sheets

THE INCUBUS PIRATE

Dawn had yet to come, an eerie fog rolling along the streets resulting in the moon’s light to seem brighter as it reflected off each little water particle though it did nothing to make the world easier to see. A pair of gleaming eyes did, however, cut past it, like a pair of embers, should another tread their path. Swaying with a drunkenness but lacking in any of the scent, for not a drop of liquor had touched a tongue to contaminate a mind with unsteady foolishness.

A supply run, his excuse for anchoring the ship along the docks of town, though it was hardly the reason. There was at least some truth behind it as they could restock and get some land legs back for a bit. His ward left with a trusted friend/subordinate to keep an eye upon her, knowing there was always a chance of flight; even if it had been months since the child had attempted. He wasn’t keen on loosening her chains and that likely wouldn’t happen any time soon. Getting away from her bratty mouth was one of the reasons he was here, freed of a headache for a little while but there was another. A few others actually but this one was a little more self-indulgent to say the least as he paused along a familiar building, gaze scanning the architecture for any signs of life within.

Long tail would thrash for a moment before he’d catch sight of a current fluttering ever so slightly from the wind, only to be jostled more as a gale would be formed as he sprinted up the rocky wall, elevating the small man until he reached a balcony. Perch upon a sill as a speckled paw hand lightly pressed against glass, looking more of a gorgeous gargoyle than a put together man before he’d quietly slip into the building, noticing the lack of movement and lights quickly. Quiet as can be, a tail would glide along the walls as walked along the vacant room tossed around with work and papers, where he had wanted to be, yet he wouldn’t stay within too long.

Slipping into a corridor, ears twitching ever so slightly for any little sound as he mindlessly guided himself to a room that had the faintest amount of stirring. There would be little hesitation to enter, finding the homeowner tucked away soundly in bed. He needn't bother him, yet there was a natural pull from the incubus that made him linger near, watching silently for a little bit before moving in closer and closer till he was nearly upon the bed himself. An unsatiated hunger thrashing within as ivory pupils took in a perfect brindled coat.

A paw would raise to his lips before tracing contours of a pale cheek and dent where glasses normally were cradled, with bare flesh of his own, feeling a tantalizing prickle he didn’t allow to take fully over his already fiending mind despite how much he wanted to feed that starving incubus blood within. No matter how much he wanted to wake this friend with a dream that would leave them breathless and panting his name so he might claim the reward. His talons would shift to gently trail down his throat before placing a pining kiss against a plethora of stripes, letting out a purr with intent on it being enough to wake the other from sound sleep.

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Long after the evening sun had faded the kitsune had still been awake, perched alongside flickering lantern light to scratch away at the calculated diagrams one sought to perfect. Eyes dancing between glimmering twilight and the way talons carefully dipped to staining pigments for this was the closest one could get to mapping out the very heavens which transfixed. A never ending glimmer that held his gaze far more than any other soul… just one more thing needed to be recorded. One more mark required before reaching a good stopping point and granting himself a chance of retiring to his bed.

Such a mindset often resulted in little to no sleep at all or even crashing in the middle of the day should time slip away, but it was always deemed worthwhile especially if it meant getting all which swirled within his thoughts painted in ink. However, this was no such night for gradually one did pull himself away from the siren’s call of the galaxies and with the hours ever later, parchment and alchemical supplies lay abandoned as Raoul nestled soundly betwixt silken sheets.

Never fully registering the gentle creak of a window pressing open nor the soft patter of foreign paws against the floorboards. Not even the resounding groan of aged wood enough to rouse him from the comforts of plush feather throws. It was all the likely pursuits of a fox, that beast hardly a reason for concern especially when one had finally begun to truly drift away and allow the full embrace of slumber to take him. All of it floating further and further from thought until he was jolted back to reality and everything steadily became clearer that it were not the rowdy beast which prowled these halls for it did not carry the twinge of salted seas upon its coat.

Even an open window would not coax the aroma so deeply within on such a mild night… and winds alone did not place pressure upon his nesting place. Did not possess a touch that brought skin to tingle with a pleasant buzz of anticipation. Though it were nothing but a subconscious that slowly pieced everything together when that all too familiar scent pervaded ever deeper within his senses, only within did a body cling to the sensation of teasing talons and the brush of lips that no doubt hinted at the promise of the tongue locked away behind them.

Recognition the more instinctual part of him did not wind itself around so readily as instead of gently waking, blind reaction took hold. Two parts of a mind not given the opportunity to connect as dark lids slid open and gilded sights blindly fixated. Slitted pupils like pinpricks as lips curled in responsive flash of fang, jaws snapping not to harm but to seize flesh and pull this ‘intruder’ beneath him where hopefully weight and positioning would be enough to pin this strange yet unknowingly known invader. It is only after a few moments that a sleep deprived mind puts it all together.

Long ears preening back when finally eyes took in the features of his so called ‘captive criminal’. The threat of animalistic snarl dying in his chest, however, any pressure placed upon the incubus was not let up. Keen on keeping this one in place for at least a moment longer. Not that there lingered any doubt a certain Jun-Myeon would not willingly remain snared beneath him. Forelimbs remained planted on either side of him as hinds straddled what they could of another’s frame. Glittering gold never straying from the searing ember of the other’s own stare, “Where’d you get in at Jun?”

One of the seals must have broken for the spectre to even traverse a home so easily, a matter he would tend to when the dawn returned but for now there was another soul to attend to. Narrow muzzle dipped lower as if to get a better look at the face he knew so well. Only for lyrics to drip in silent tease, “Couldn’t knock frantically or scream like a madman? You know, like any normal guest seeking entrance at this hour.” Those who came in desperation or anger, those always ignored or turned away before ever answering a door. For they were never creatures Raoul wished to keep the company of.

But what was it this one wanted? An answer he did not truly need for Jun’s company had always proven difficult to deny no matter how an encounter began as if a spell snared the mind. Even now those creeping tendrils could be felt crawling against his cerebrum the longer he looked at the other man and yet sights dared not pull away. The kitsune more than content to keep gazing upon visage of a snowy incubus.

THE INCUBUS PIRATE

The man would be startled at the sudden glimmer of teeth in the touch of moonlight that delicately luminated past the window frame into the room. Gritting his teeth, he let out a grunt, resisting the urge to mutter out some noise of surprise though he hardly resisted the movement to shove him to the ground. There was very little belief that the striped man would end his life or he might have done so long ago back when their companionship was young and far more wild, now it had tamed a little with age. At least, to him it did. He craved that adventure and with the clamp of fangs on his pristine pelt, a grin would lift the corner of his lip in mild rejoice on the rough touch. It was different from how they normally greeted one another but he didn’t exactly hate it, especially once his body was tucked under the larger form of the colorful male.

It was captivating. Electrifying to be manhandled.

That bit of zest was short lived, however, once snarls and growls would fade away with recognition. A roll of his eyes as any primal fury was tapped down in a blink of an eye. “What fun would that be if I told ya? I much rather keep you guessing and that scientific mind of yours turning,” he huffed, rolling his shoulders to adjust himself from below the limbs that remained, pinning him to the floor. Though his gaze would narrow a little at the assumption he needed an allowance to enter this lovely home of the nerdy man on top of him.

Lifting his head, he would stick his tongue out, running it over his lips before brushing up and flicking his nose, as if a submissive pup wanting forgiveness for his misdeeds. It was hardly serious, his tail giving a few devious thrashes before he’d reach up to reach for a decorated neck, pulling him down all the more to his level than he had been doing on his own. “As if you would turn me away, partner, no matter how I enter. Or perhaps, you are just upset it’s not you entering my abode,” he chuckled burying his muzzle into the soft fluff of the other’s ear hairs. “We can fix that.” releasing him to roll under him so his back would brush teasingly against pastel unders and raising his rump a little, purely wanting to fluster his friend in the moment.

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Indignant huff greeted questioning in turn, the incubus not missing a beat despite the feigned disinterest that steadily laced itself across the kitsune’s face. Staring down at this ‘intruder’ without another word, simply taking in the presence of a man both lovely and aggravating all at once for Raoul knew well enough by now - there would be no straight forward answers with this one. Not without indulgence. Some truths could be found in the moment and yet as a mind muddled with a concoction of chemicals it was always hard to distinguish truths from uttered fantasies, from the ways desire bled against spoken phrase.

Never mind all that.

It was easier to test new seals, brew mixtures, affix traps or subtle warnings to assumed entrance points; whatever was needed could be tried. For if Jun could so easily trespass within the observatory then who’s to say another would not attempt the very same? While he hardly minded the ‘company’ such a man provided; intrusion from one unknown would hardly be ideal. For this man, the starfarer could always make an acceptation. A fact the snowy specter was all too aware of as talons hooked about the kitsune’s neck, a faint smile etching it’s way against dark lips as so readily Raoul followed the other’s guidance. His pull entirely unresisted as skin dared to flush beneath the huff of breath at his ear.

Only for it to mix with misunderstanding. Gilded sights narrowing in mild disbelief, jaws parting in want to question just where the other man called home when he were not crashing here or drifting upon those rickety ghost ships. The latter rather untrustworthy structures in Raoul’s eyes with the ways they creaked, how floorboards seemed near ready to snap with even the slightest misstep. Any furnishing leaving much to be desired in ways of comfort or even to stimulate and entice one’s mind. Though he could not linger on unspoken scrutiny nor focus upon the very query lying perched upon his tongue for such lyrics died before they could ever truly rise.

Phrases swallowed back as once parted jaws snap shut with the sharp click of fangs. Eyes widening even as pupils fixated on the actions another took, how one shifted and pressed against him in ways impossible to ignore. Coaxing a further heat to stir beneath patterned fur, while another more griping notion settled deeper within. One which whispered, implored him to simply give in and provide the incubus with what he so clearly wanted. Just press beyond the boundaries of that teasing gesture knowing such reaction would be eagerly accepted.

Yet another, louder, voice urged him to shift away; for features to burn and a tongue to tie. Tripping over all he wished to say in the moment, no matter how many times he’d found himself tangled with the very man beneath him now. A figure pulling back just enough so that he were not flush against the incubus, so he could not feel every breath nor the pulse which echoed in his veins. So that each subtle twitch did not trail against flesh with an electric thrill, “Th-that is beside the point Jun!” This was for matters of preservation! Of protecting the proclaimed valuables that lay within these walls - even if they held no extravagant price to any other. His work, the knowledge housed upon each page. It was all invaluable to him. These recording discoveries worth more than anything.

Eyes averted then, a throat clearing lightly before seemingly able to find a touch of his composure. Barely a stutter twisting those lyrics, “If not matters of security, then at least tell me why you've come.” For it was never for a simple visit, never just to chat. There was always some other condition, something else desired. Though whether his cravings lie within perusing etched diagrams, raiding the cupboards of concocted brews and supplies, receiving the scrawling of protective seals, to pawn something off on him for ‘safe keeping’, or… this.

Nothing could be known for certain until it fled those enticing lips. Steadying breath fled his lungs as focus lingered wholly upon the incubus, “Tell me exactly what it is you want and no bending the truth… or you will get nothing.” A promise to none but himself - one Raoul would try to keep - for there was an undeniable truth which had lain embedded in another’s words. It was unlikely for the kitsune to ever turn one such as he away. No matter the utterances which may now plague the air between them.