Leonidae Noxys, Pirate Prince

Until that confession… Leo grumbled and stubbornly looked away, “You’re the boss.” he muttered, his true feelings bleeding through his tone as he spoke. He’d never been able to lie to the jackal.

“Leonidae that was eons ago. Afore I heard of the rumours of a Lion clawing his way out his father’s shadow, self proclaimed Prince of the Seas.”

He snorted. A sigh whistling out his nose as he debated whether to spoil the surprise or not. Oh well. He didn’t exactly do surprises anyway.

“Ah the jealousy of a cat. You honestly think I merely claimed you on a whim? You know me better than that Lion. Everything I do has reason and purpose.”

Tugging a bit on the collar. Voice growing into a command. Deepening in baritone to hide a sliver of hurt that had entered his vocals.

“Look at me Lion, since you pointed out such an obvious fact, this ‘boss’ requires your attention. You are brave enough to make such absurd assumptions then you are brave enough to face me.”

The lion listened quietly, wondering what the jackal could possibly need him for, besides the obvious. It still made him smirk that he’d been chosen apparently.

At the tug, and the jingling of the collar around his neck, Leo gave a sigh and complied to the command. At first just his head moved to face the Egyptian, then his blue eyes followed. He seemed to know full well how childish he was being.

“Because I can. And you managed to get under my skin when we met as prisoners.”

Normally he’s well composed. Naturally cold and straight faced till he needed to put the fear of God himself into an opponent. Not much for socializing though his fluent skill in sweet talking was superb. Leonidae caught his fancy, at first a bit miffed that the great Lion is really a spoilt child but the urges that had started aflame in his gut for the younger man were an astonishing development, he hadn’t known what to do with it at first.

There is also the little details he left out from telling anyone. Especially Minerva because he didn’t want to worry her after all she did for him.

“Ōther took a shine to you. Normally he’d be whispering death and bloodshed in my ear.”

Anubis had come back tainted when he was caught once and imprisoned for a month in a dark cave, to be made an example. Rumours of an entity that you could make deals with. People were too scared and pirates steered clear, people who ended up in Lost Soul’s Cave either went insane or died. Suffice to say everyone was amazed when the captain of the Black Pharaoh emerged unscathed and with two dark Pharaoh Hounds (Ishmael & Azaezel) flanking him. His enjoyment for making enemies suffer, the way he went about slaughtering opponents as if not human, and the noises made as if he himself were a wild cunning jackal.

“I feel…freed when I’m embarking on little misadventures with the Lion. This Jackal hasn’t enjoyed himself for ages. And younger as well. You bring out the best and the worst as you’ve seen for yourself.”

It’s a struggle for Anubis to tell him this, he’s not so open and touchy feely in the emotional department. Spilling his guts and telling a secret he’s told no one after his imprisonment inside Lost Soul’s Cave.

The pirate sighed.

“Enough of this deep dwelling. It’ll leave no time for fucking you 9 ways to Sunday. I desire to make you too debauched and undone till you can’t stay awake.”

It’s simple enough to say that the jackal makes him feel special. He’d been desired by many but Anubis was the first he’d even bowed to. It felt right and it seared him for that very reason. He was fairly certain he was ruined for anyone else, but whether he’d admit that out loud or not was an entirely different story.

(Yes. Why not?)

It certainly felt that way sometimes. It was a bit frightening how the Lion dug his way into the Jackal’s core.

Oh the next thing, the surprise, he lays down on the prince of seas and drags his fingers down the man’s body to his thighs. Lifting the legs to hook around his waist.

“We eat whilst you sit upon my cock.”

Lifting to attempt to get Leo to hold on to him. He walked over to the table, a chair pulled out already. He sat in it, head tilting up to nip under Leonidae’s jaw.

“T'is be a bad interruption that our stomachs be empty. You’ll need it.”

One arm wrapped around the Lion’s waist. The opposite lifted to place fingers against Leo’s lips.

“Unless you want me to plunder you flesh without lubricant.”

Tilting his head back at the nip to his jaw he grumbled softly. As much as he was growing to adore the jackal there were still moments where his dominance tried to peek through. He squirmed against Anubis and gave a sigh.

Until that confession… Leo grumbled and stubbornly looked away, “You’re the boss.” he muttered, his true feelings bleeding through his tone as he spoke. He’d never been able to lie to the jackal.

“Leonidae that was eons ago. Afore I heard of the rumours of a Lion clawing his way out his father’s shadow, self proclaimed Prince of the Seas.”

He snorted. A sigh whistling out his nose as he debated whether to spoil the surprise or not. Oh well. He didn’t exactly do surprises anyway.

“Ah the jealousy of a cat. You honestly think I merely claimed you on a whim? You know me better than that Lion. Everything I do has reason and purpose.”

Tugging a bit on the collar. Voice growing into a command. Deepening in baritone to hide a sliver of hurt that had entered his vocals.

“Look at me Lion, since you pointed out such an obvious fact, this ‘boss’ requires your attention. You are brave enough to make such absurd assumptions then you are brave enough to face me.”

The lion listened quietly, wondering what the jackal could possibly need him for, besides the obvious. It still made him smirk that he’d been chosen apparently.

At the tug, and the jingling of the collar around his neck, Leo gave a sigh and complied to the command. At first just his head moved to face the Egyptian, then his blue eyes followed. He seemed to know full well how childish he was being.

“Because I can. And you managed to get under my skin when we met as prisoners.”

Normally he’s well composed. Naturally cold and straight faced till he needed to put the fear of God himself into an opponent. Not much for socializing though his fluent skill in sweet talking was superb. Leonidae caught his fancy, at first a bit miffed that the great Lion is really a spoilt child but the urges that had started aflame in his gut for the younger man were an astonishing development, he hadn’t known what to do with it at first.

There is also the little details he left out from telling anyone. Especially Minerva because he didn’t want to worry her after all she did for him.

“Ōther took a shine to you. Normally he’d be whispering death and bloodshed in my ear.”

Anubis had come back tainted when he was caught once and imprisoned for a month in a dark cave, to be made an example. Rumours of an entity that you could make deals with. People were too scared and pirates steered clear, people who ended up in Lost Soul’s Cave either went insane or died. Suffice to say everyone was amazed when the captain of the Black Pharaoh emerged unscathed and with two dark Pharaoh Hounds (Ishmael & Azaezel) flanking him. His enjoyment for making enemies suffer, the way he went about slaughtering opponents as if not human, and the noises made as if he himself were a wild cunning jackal.

“I feel…freed when I’m embarking on little misadventures with the Lion. This Jackal hasn’t enjoyed himself for ages. And younger as well. You bring out the best and the worst as you’ve seen for yourself.”

It’s a struggle for Anubis to tell him this, he’s not so open and touchy feely in the emotional department. Spilling his guts and telling a secret he’s told no one after his imprisonment inside Lost Soul’s Cave.

The pirate sighed.

“Enough of this deep dwelling. It’ll leave no time for fucking you 9 ways to Sunday. I desire to make you too debauched and undone till you can’t stay awake.”

It's simple enough to say that the jackal makes him feel special. He'd been desired by many but Anubis was the first he'd even bowed to. It felt right and it seared him for that very reason. He was fairly certain he was ruined for anyone else, but whether he'd admit that out loud or not was an entirely different story.

Until that confession… Leo grumbled and stubbornly looked away, “You’re the boss.” he muttered, his true feelings bleeding through his tone as he spoke. He’d never been able to lie to the jackal.

“Leonidae that was eons ago. Afore I heard of the rumours of a Lion clawing his way out his father’s shadow, self proclaimed Prince of the Seas.”

He snorted. A sigh whistling out his nose as he debated whether to spoil the surprise or not. Oh well. He didn’t exactly do surprises anyway.

“Ah the jealousy of a cat. You honestly think I merely claimed you on a whim? You know me better than that Lion. Everything I do has reason and purpose.”

Tugging a bit on the collar. Voice growing into a command. Deepening in baritone to hide a sliver of hurt that had entered his vocals.

“Look at me Lion, since you pointed out such an obvious fact, this ‘boss’ requires your attention. You are brave enough to make such absurd assumptions then you are brave enough to face me.”

The lion listened quietly, wondering what the jackal could possibly need him for, besides the obvious. It still made him smirk that he'd been chosen apparently.

At the tug, and the jingling of the collar around his neck, Leo gave a sigh and complied to the command. At first just his head moved to face the Egyptian, then his blue eyes followed. He seemed to know full well how childish he was being.