Keeper of Chaos

    The nuzzle was taken with a small smile, one of the softer ones in the former Turk’s repertoire.  But all too easily did it slip into the more devious smirk as he turned Zack against him, pulling him closer.  mindful of the claws of his bras gauntlet as always, but no doubt they were shockingly cold on the other’s skin.  “Hmm,” he hummed back, a faint glow lit in his crimson gaze.  “First...”  And a kiss, slow, easy.  Then heated, and when he finally pulled back, a graze of sharp, sharp fang.  “Maybe something for you to remember fondly in the nights ahead?”  

    Pretty lie, ugly truth.  Well, he didn’t enjoy lying to Zack.  “I can’t say for sure,” he allowed carefully.  “So instead of worrying about tomorrow, let’s enjoy tonight.”

    Well.  I didn’t say it.  But yes, please do send him my way when you’re done.

    Oh.  He had missed that laugh, and only upon hearing it again, did he realise just how much he had missed it.  “Mm, my poor warrior.”  Freeing his hand from the nibbling, he ran his fingers through dark hair.  “I know I do.  I’m sorry for leaving you alone too long.”

    The former Turk might have been wondering how, exactly, he had wound up with someone so--- “Hmph.  I suppose you don’t believe in the wind, either, because you can’t see it.”  Gloved hand tweaked the ex-SOLDIER’s ear lightly.  “Adorable fool.”

    The red-cloaked man looked mildly offended Zack had even asked.  “I thought that was implied.”

    Oh.  No, I can’t say I’ve spoken to any silverware lately, if at all.  He sounds... interesting.

    “Hn.  I know.”  No, Vincent, what you were supposed to say-- oh, forget it.  The man was hopeless.

    It could certainly break up the monotony.  If you feel like it, by all means...

    As if he would complain or protest this.  It had been too long since they’d seen one another.