The Flaming Faggot

He didn't. Everything in his life had revolved around Air Trecks, riding and being a king. Now all he had left was a pair of dead legs and an empty apartment. "Trophaeum" was beyond him. At least, for now.

Spitfire wasn't the only one who needed a drink. Being on his own with only that damn clock tower for company was turning him into a pessimist. But the fallen leader was well aware of how impulsive his intoxicated self was-- they both should be, considering Sleeping Forest's penchant for drinking parties, something Rika and Spitfire had never fully endorsed. He'd have to be careful, lest their inevitable continuation down memory lane became a full disclosure of his intentions (among other things he didn't wish to share).

Turning around he began to walk alongside Sora with someone in mind, just what to do for them and all that. Sora knew him best, but to indulge the man with such details? Not likely~ For now atleast, maybe when a few drinks eased up the Flame King for a moment he may share but who knew really. Spitfire didn't intend to get obliterated to a point where he could not ride or even walk but again, social drinks couldn't hurt.. could they? With Sora, you never really knew.

The red head was never one to take part in any of the drinking parties that Sleeping Forest held.. more so that Sora held in 'honour' of Sleeping Forest, for more then a few reasons. It wasn't a lack of social experience oh no; simply? Spitfire feared on what would happen if he were to ever lose control of himself and as such? He didn't. Generally? The king of the flame road was the 'babysitter'.

Looking to Sora he smiled and gave a nod of his head while running his fingers back through those bright red strands.

"Alright Sora~ My shout and get whatever you like mate."

Chuckling a little more and thinking just how much Sora hadn't changed much on the surface, it was good to see. Spit wasn' so naive to neglect the fact Sora had something on his mind and plans perhaps but it was always better to see people as innocent til proven guilty. 

Apparently I’m getting a lot of questions so ask away~ Bring on the questions!

Spitfire here to accommodate on those hard to answer questions..

Thinking on his next words rather carefully he gave no indication as such as he emitted a rather happy demeanor, charming as ever. Ever the charming flame king. 

"Yeah, a drink sounds bloody good now that you mention it."

After a day like the flame king had just had? He wasn't one to resort to drinking but a nice social drink amongst an old friend would do no harm.

“I know you, you always had plenty of lovers to keep you amused… I just.. I thought that since you hadn’t come back.. even though you said you wanted me for your own.. I just…” he bit his lip again. “You know what happened last time I cared for someone…” 

The kiss took him a little by surprise, although not really, his breath hitched and he couldn’t help but to utter a small moan at the feel of it. Spitfire, how had he not noticed this sooner? Maybe because he had always been looking at someone else, someone he could never have hoped to attain, lost dreams. But now, now his dreams, the one that held his attention was standing right before him, with a look that said everything. Kilik wouldn’t have even needed to hear those last words to know what his fiery lover wanted to say. 

Meeting those crimson optics he smiled a little. 

Not letting it plague him too much right now Spitfire heard those words from Kilik and gave a soft sort of warm smile.

"Ahh indeed, lovers I've had plenty in my bed but the only one I want is you. We've been seeing each other casually for sometime Kilik, now isn't the time to move forwards but I promise you, with your permission naturally~ That one day I'll make you my partner. So I suppose it's a promise for a promise. Can you trust me?"

Spitfire knew trust was an issue for Kilik but he needed to see that he was trusted by the Gem King, if there was not even a hint of trust then how could they ever move forwards? Feeling those lips against his own he fell down to the couch where his lover lay and loomed over him, looking down and into Kilik's eyes before raking scarlet hues over the body beneath him. It was a sight that took Spit's breath away, caused his heart to skip a beat just a little and just made him smile. Kilik was his peace.  --Beautiful Kilik

Chuckling at when he was asked where they were going? Well, there were many choices but Spit let his fingers run down past the Gem King's face into his hair and lifted his hand to bring Kilik closer to his own face. A gentle blush staining the fiery rider's cheeks as he smile.