Rhett Kelley

Deyan’s eyes snapped to the blonde, dropping over him, taking measure. One of his hands lifted to the collar secured tightly around his neck. He didn’t like not having the use of his magic. “Thank you for the information. They weren’t kind enough to tell me that when yanking me from my lonely cell on the other side of this place.” The witch strode closer, ignoring the obvious aura of ‘stay the fuck away from me’ bleeding off of the other man. “Help a new guy out. I’m still learning the ropes.” He smiled, charming but clearly disconnected. “Find me something to wear?”

Rhett turned around to face the other guy as he started walking closer. The other slave could’ve been anything - a demon, a werewolf, maybe even some powerful spirit. So long as he had that collar around his neck, however, they were even. Other slaves didn’t concern him.

“I look like your den mother?” Rhett asked, his brow quirking. “Want to learn the ropes? Forget you ever had any dignity and learn to walk around naked. Short walk from here to the dorms.”

“Sleeping around without asking for permission.  Luckily with you, I already have that.”  Charlie smirked at the little sigh from Rhett, nipping playfully at his neck while he helped the other man out of his pants.  “It’d be very rude.  Maybe I should bring you here more often so I can enjoy you being naked all the time.”  He teased, letting Rhett tip his chin up so that they could kiss.  The dragon’s lips parted underneath the other slave’s in a moan and he slid his arms around Rhett to pull him closer.

“I don’t mind getting into trouble, but it’s probably better I avoid it for now.  Pissing him off right after I just got out of a punishment is probably a bad idea, huh?”  Charlie kicked his pants away, followed shortly by his boxers before the dragon focused on Rhett with a little grin.  The older slave stepped closer and reached out to start undoing the other man’s pants, nuzzling against his neck with an almost purr.  “I don’t think that you’ve gotta be naked, too, but I’m not going to complain about you losing the clothes, either.”

“Mm, what’d you get punished for?” Rhett asked, admittedly curious. He sighed as Charlie’s nose nudged against his neck, his fingers deftly getting his pants undone. “I’m a guest of your master’s - better obey his rules. Besides, it would be rude to let you be naked alone.” Rhett grinned, tipping Charlie’s chin up so he could kiss the dragon again, tongue pushing into the other’s mouth that time.

“Not a very high chance, I don’t see Raphael ever letting me go.  Or turning me, not that I’d want that.”  He made a face at the thought, but couldn’t help a small smile when Rhett’s finger trailed down his arm.  The dragon reached out to tangle his fingers in the other slave’s shirt so that he could tug him down into a brief kiss before pulling back.  “You’re right, though, I should probably avoid more trouble.  I don’t really want to know what my punishment would be for attacking a guard.”  As he spoke, Charlie moved his hands down to start tugging his own shirt up before he paused, shooting a little smirk in Rhett’s direction.  “I’ve got a rule that I can’t wear clothes in the suite.  You don’t mind, do you?”  He teased, smirk still firmly in place.

Rhett kissed Charlie back eagerly, ready to forget about what had happened earlier and the bleak future in store for them both. Kissing Charlie was easy, natural, and as normal as normal could be in Krovs. “No, and I don’t want you to find out either...” He smirked right back at the dragon when he stepped away, teasing little remark hanging in the air. “No - of course not. Don’t want you to get in trouble with your master. And if I’m going to be here, better follow the rules as well...” He started pulling off his shirt, happy to comply.

Deyan had arrived at the castle ten days ago and had been put directly into isolation, not so surprisingly. He’d taken the lives of many supernatural creatures, and they had to be sure he wasn’t a danger to himself or any of their precious slaves. At long last, they decided he was allowed to shower, and he did so quickly and efficiently. It didn’t feel safe to leave himself naked and vulnerable in a place like this. He couldn’t be sure if anyone even knew who he was or his reputation, but he didn’t survive this long by taking chances. Once he was clean enough, he stepped out of the shower, only to see the clothes he had taken off beforehand lying on the floor.

”Hey.” Deyan called, not to anyone in particular. “Who’s a guy gotta murder to get some clean clothes in here?”

Rhett dried off after his own shower, not quite in the mood to speak to anyone else. He was pulling his shirt over his head as he heard another speak out, apparently to no one in particular. Rhett turned around at him, nodding out of the bathroom. “Might want to check under your bed, tough guy. That’s where they usually put the clean clothes.”

In the darkness of his cell, Henbane fiddled with the leather of his collar. He could feel the magic that canceled his own radiating from it and it pissed him off knowing what spell was being used against. The dragon-witch couldn’t do anything about in this state. “Well… What if I get…” he thought out loud before some of the guards opened the cell door and forcibly pulled him out of it. Did they know what he was trying to do? But before Henbane was about to fight back, he was tossed onto what appeared to be a bed made for the slaves. “You have a couple hours out here, make the best of it.” They said to him, and right as they were walking away, Henbane was quick to pull the shabby covers over him, probably bloodying them up until he felt someone looking at him. “What now?”

Rhett had returned to his cot in the hopes of getting a quick nap; he’d already blown one master that morning, hopefully getting him out of having to do anything more later. The man in the cot beside him was new, however; usually there was a werewolf that slept next to him that snored like crazy. “Nothing, just wondering what happened to the other guy...” Rhett said casually when the other man finally spoke up.

Devon has a second of confusion there, a raise of both brows before he snaps his fingers and chuckles lightly. “Well hey, maybe you and Duke will get along. He’s really more of a gentle giant than ya would think, just a forewarning.” He’s plucking his keys from his jeans pocket as he speaks, nodding towards a second set of stairs. “And to the right. Most of your life, huh? How’d ya land here?”

“You don’t need to repay me. For anything. I did all this because I wanted to. And because I like you.” Caleb said with a little laugh as he combed his fingers back through Rhett’s hair gently, smoothing down the soft golden strands. “Just relax a little bit alright? Don’t worry about paying me back or what this costs. Because it’s nothing. I promise you that.” 

“It’s not nothing to me...” Rhett said softly, shaking his head. “Being here hasn’t been easy. Every time I start to feel halfway comfortable, the rug is pulled out from under my feet.” It still stung to think about Asher’s sudden departure and how utterly alone he’d been feeling. “I want you to feel how much I appreciate it... that’s all.”

“Oh um don’t touch it. Please. It’s faerie fire. It will burn you.” he closed his hand and the ball snuffed out immediately. But he did wave his other hand and replaced it with a thousand dancing lights instead. “You can touch these they are just…light.” he said with a smile to Rhett. “How are you, beautiful?” 

Rhett quickly pulled his hand back; getting burned was certainly the last thing he needed. “I’m okay... better. Or at least I have to be...” He shrugged, letting his fingers dance through the little lights Caleb had created. “And you...?” He ran his fingers lightly along Caleb’s hand.

Caleb was working on his magic, he held out his hand, and heat gathered in the air, sparking and  lumping together till a round shimmering ball of faerie fire was  levitating in his hands. “Hey look at that.” he said with a little laugh turning to the other. “I’m getting better at this.” 

Rhett watched as Caleb worked, really unsure of what he was doing. The ball was certainly beautiful to look at, whatever it was. Tentatively, he held his hand up and glanced at the fae, silently questioning if he could touch it. “What exactly is it...?”