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he knows nothing, never will in this lifetime or the next. one must keep the balance sacred between life & death, cosmic & supernatural all in fact. a brief moment of silence hangs still, allowing the vibrations of one’s vocals to reverberate through solid bricked wall until cut short by the clearing of one’s cords. ❛ then do pray, ❜ rasped whisper with playful tones in decorative show, displayed for him & him alone in vulnerable moments that comes & goes between them both. ❛ little one, that I never become one with the cosmos and grasp such a concept for you. ❜

eyelids open once more, half-lidded crimson irises meeting glazed whites as a small tender smile mirrors their own. ❛ fortunate indeed. ❜ a repetition of his words as one lowers their chin downwards from their position, weakened attempt of a tilted (pointed) look in their vision. ❛ & to think that I was going to be punished for such a request soon after your hastily duties to the all-creator. ❜ how generous, indeed, as one is blessed with the acceptance of their request in the form of their momentary decompression in full view. how loving, indeed, the cosmic one is to the temporary one. blessings be with them.

❛ i have. ❜  low, yet firm in tone as gaze of irises maintain their hold & the small smile weakens in tow. curious, how one can be so wrong & right simultaneously to the one whom he has soul-bonded to protect their own. curious, if one still believes in spoken rumors & myth towards his own. the creature of the night doesn’t respond, not yet as swift movement in positions is made beneath soft covers for better access at his pace. sharpen digits are raised towards him, an open invitation if one so hurriedly accepts as eyes darken with rising hunger towards the other.

❝  straight  to  it  ,  hm  -  ?  ❞  adam  inquired  as  he  lowers  the  covers  over  his  perfectly  sculpted  body  ,  allowing  his  weight  to  press  against  dracula’s  shoulder  at  first  ,  then  came  his  arms  gently  wrapping  around  his  neck  ,  entangling  fingers  further  into  his  scalp  .

adam  takes  a  moment  to  memorize  the  feeling  of  another  living  thing  this  intimately  held  in  his  hands  .  the  feeling  of  a  pulse  ,  even  if  undead  ,  still  pierced  his  finger  pads  .  the  chilling  sensation  of  bronze  and  his  unending  warm  golden  flesh  as  he  caressed  the  shape  of  his  jaw  ,  cheekbones  ,  and  lower  lip  .  his  thumb  hooks  along  dracula’s  lip  and  peeling  enough  to  see  the  white  incisors  that  were  his  fangs  .

❝  ...  hm  -  you  don’t  often  voice  what  you  want  right  away  .  ❞  adam  observed  ,  canting  his  head  softly  .  “  lord  of  vampires  ,  i  really  must  have  made  you  yearn  for  me  .  “  he  cuts  closer  ,  withdrawing  his  thumb  and  pressing  his  lips  against  dracula’s  alas  .  his  lips  meld  against  the  other  ,  his  fingers  now  clutching  clumps  of  black  graying  hair  ,  wanting  to  minimize  as  much  space  as  possible  .

❝  by  thanos  …  !  i  won’t  deny  it  …  ❞  adam  would  breathe  against  his  lips  .  ❝  i’ve  missed  you  so  ,  my  star  .  i  craved  your  presence  ;  your  body  …  how  i  hated  i  was  several  planets  away  from  you  .  ❞

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Makes him wonder why he bothered to come all this way, pulling strings and skulking about in the shadows with all the finesse of a Master in his element. Dry words met with that pointed look aimed at him, nonchalance painting his every word as the tilt of his head and arch of a brow rose in controversy.

adam  tilts  his  head,  just  slightly  .  ❝  your  ...  fare?  i  was  unaware  i  owed  you  anything  .  ❞  adam  repeated  ,  choosing  to  ignore  the  insult  and  testing  the  word  on  his  tongue  .  analytical  perplexity  fixes  upon  the  face  he  so  often  wears  when  confronted  with  idioms  that  refuse  to  behave  like  logic  .

adam  was  the  investment  .  who  made  that  deal  ?  gambit's  smirk  offers  nothing  but  trouble  and  charm  in  equal  measure  .  ❝  ...  you  imply  compensation  .  ❞  there’s  no  accusation  in  his  tone  ,  only  the  underlying  ,  crystalline  uncertainty  of  someone  trying  to  understand  a  social  nuance  he  was  not  built  to  navigate  so  casually  like  this  .  his  posture  stiffens  ,  shoulders  drawing  back  ,  as  though  bracing  for  an  answer  he  is  not  entirely  sure  he  wants  .  an  exhale  .

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

It wasn't easy to undo the layers of his outfit, woven fabric meant to mask his body heat and cling akin to a second skin beneath the thick durability of his coat. Sleek, efficient, tailored to agility and ease of maneuverability. Soft chimes of buckles clinked as the upper layer was peeled off the peaks of shoulders, slipping just below biceps revealing the charcoal fabric beneath adorning the musculature of strong arms anchoring to the width of a proud chest overlaid by the bright armor protecting the vitality beating within. Crimson irises inlaid within onyx drank in luminescent marble orbs, denoting a certain intrigue to the shifts of hues within their depths.

The coyness of a breath ushered between the gate of ivories, lips parting with mischief upon their soft plushness.

" Let me help ya wit' dat, chér. " Silvery words sang to the air with that suave melody, tracing towards a softened edge as if a lover were only whispering a secret the world may never know. Whether it was out of deceptive habit or not couldn't be deciphered. The lingering touch of fingertips brushed with an enticing finesse as though the Thief was savoring a priceless artifact. Couldn't get much better than what appeared to be a living stature adorned in gold and looking like a god.

Shedding off that worn and weathered coat, it was hung off the point of his bo staff resting nearby in a slanted lean against the wall. Reaching fingers slipped beneath fabric and armor, eyes keen to watch for the slightest reaction as he made a show of slowly pulling the upper portion of his attire off in a sensual and fluid motion.

Emboldened by the bareness of his own flesh, the rumble of his chest conveyed a chuckle simmering at the conch of his throat. Lingering marks of past experiences marred over in scars, each one a story attached while others acted as reminders of sins and carnal indulgences. Shame had no place in his proud heart, a reaching arm pulling that esteemed entity known as Adam closer.

" C'mon, Gambit don't bite... not unless ya ask' him to~. "

Coveting hands spared no mercy on their travels, tracing over the tendons and ligaments born over muscle. Baring his neck came as an invitation, corded muscle of hills and valleys simply enticed to be felt over by those bold enough to pursue the fortunes laid before. Taunting eyes dared the other, that coy smirk never finding a reason to wipe itself off even as the sensation of a tongue finally crossed the thin barrier of air and breached upon warm flesh. Its path strode where Adam dared to venture, the easy rhythm of a chest expanding and shrinking without a hitch to the cycle of respiration.

" Atta boy, " A hand trailed up, encouraging the scene with threading those long fingers through locks of spurned gold while the hypnotic allure of his voice tinged at the air, " Don't be shy now. "

Wolfish grin couldn't spread any wider, allowing as much time as was needed for a simple little fling to get the edge off. Don't mind if he might have a feel.. see if he can't also lift something off just to have a reason for another encounter in the near future once its presence was missed.

the  golden  man  was  hesitant  at  first,  words  that  were  syphoned  onto  the  tip  of  his  tongue  had  died  as  quickly  as  it  came  ,  all  that  followed  was  a  hum  ,  gruffed  by  lingering  suppression  of  desire.  his  puffy  -  golden  hued  lips  stretch  into  a  tight  thin  line,  every  artificial  fiber  that  orchestrated  his  being  twisted  every  knot,  sinew,  and  follicle;  trying  to  understand  whatever  higher  being  had  guided  him  to  this  moment.  not  that  he  was  complaining  -  hardly.  adam  breathed  as  he  finally  willed  his  pearled  eyes  away  from  gambit’s  body.  he  knew  the  longer  he  stared;  the  longer  he  was  going  to  agonize  over  every  vein  and  organ  that  scorched  beneath  ivory.

" Oh Pardonnez-moi, Gambit ONLY had t' sneak his way in to a guarded facility, hack de main frame, AND blow up a few o' de baddies jus' t'get sassed at by Mr. Golden Airlines but all a sudden, he can't fly himself outta dis' joint. "

❝  fascinating  ,  ❞  he  says  ,  voice  smooth  as  polished  starlight  ,  a  snort  .  his  gaze  narrows  ,  not  unkind  ,  just  pointed  .

❛ you’re late. ❜ a sharp whisper drenched in slumberous splendor and languid movements beneath shared covers, loosened tone laced with false irritation is immediate ‘pon half-consciousness towards the other and yet ( … ) flowing warmth and growing mischievous envelops half-lidded optics as gaze meets with the other between shared distance. never truly a lateness when one knows of his divine duties to hidden forces beyond one’s own limits, heeding the rich siren call of the cosmic entity to quell her growing concern for life that resides in her open vast spaces similar to that of a concerned mother. oh, never not with him of ill choices of selective words and tones either in heated moments  — for one knows that his life comes before any mere worthless immortal or being that decides to bond with him in due course. he was never his to begin with, never will be in his long lifetime ‘pon this wretched planet, but it doesn’t stop to harbor growing sentiments towards the other as time marches by forevermore. ( perhaps, this still makes me human. perhaps, this makes me foolish and weak. I will yearn for him nevertheless. )

the  golden  echo  of  his  staff  cuts  through  darkness  first  ,  as  if  it  extended  limbs  to  declare  onyx  obsolescence  .  winged  it  were  ,  its  hooked  beak  bound  forth  by  crimson  fingers  wrapped  tightly  around  the  tail  .  it  was  followed  by  the  soft  and  deliberate  landing  of  red‑soled  boots  ,  executed  with  intent.  adam’s  cape  unfurls  behind  him  in  a  slow  ,  regal  cascade  ,  catching  the  tower’s  thin  moonlight  as  he  enters  .

❝  i  hadn’t  realized  my  duties  had  a  curfew  .  you  have  a  remarkable  talent  for  assuming  i  am  late  ,  ❞  warlock  responds  ,  sharp  but  voice  as  smooth  as  polished  gold  ,  carrying  that  faint  ,  knowing  lilt  that  borders  on  sass  .  ❝  i  arrive  precisely  when  the  cosmos  wills  it  .  though  i  suppose  punctuality  is  a  difficult  concept  to  grasp  when  one’s  existence  is  not  tethered  to  the  ebb  and  flow  of  celestial  necessity  .  ❞  he  steps  further  into  the  chamber  ,  staff  tapping  lightly  as  if  marking  the  rhythm  of  his  thoughts  .

a  faint  smile  curves  his  lips  .  sharp  ,  amused  ,  but  not  unkind  .  ❝  how  fortunate  are  you  that  i  am  feeling  rather  generous  .  ❞  he  obeys  as  he  approaches  ,  his  finger  waning  of  the  strength  surrounding  the  golden  karmic  staff  —  becoming  limp  as  he  knelt  it  carefully  against  alabaster  stone  .  he  goes  quiet  as  he  listens  to  dracula’s  velvety  growl  echo  truth  and  pure  honesty  .  a  simple  phrase  ,  yet  heavy  with  hunger  ,  memory  ,  and  something  far  older  than  longing  .

adam  exhales  once  ,  slow  and  deliberate  ,  as  though  tasting  the  sentiment  on  the  air  .  his  beady  white  eyes  then  narrow  .  a  shift  in  his  strong  jaw  like  he’s  studying  the  truth  beneath  the  vampire’s  words  .

❝  you  missed  me  ,  ”  he  repeats  ,  quieter  now  ,  the  sass  giving  way  to  a  deeper  resonance  .  ❝  a  curious  admission  from  one  who  pretends  to  be  untouched  by  sentiment  .  ❞  he  breathed  .  ❝  i  will  not  pretend  otherwise  ,  ❞  he  continues  ,  voice  dropping  into  something  quieter  ,  more  earnest  .  ❝  the  cosmos  is  vast  ,  but  even  in  its  endless  expanse  ,  there  are  …  absences  felt  .  ❞  his  fingers  make  quick  work  of  unbuckling  the  golden  skull  attaching  his  thick  crimson  textile  ,  allowing  it  to  flutter  at  his  powerful  ankles  as  he  walked  with  purpose  .

❝  i’ve  not  abandoned  you  .  ❞  he  whispered  .