The Red Sun Rogues

“Maybe I took so long t’ annoy ya” Talin shot back.

“Some of you tall pervs like watchin’ me change.”  He flicked his tongue to tease the stoat.  The bright and shiny raptor took another swig of the delicious fire wine and leaned over to pass his own wine soaked kiss to the fuzzy assassin.  He purred heavily into the hungry lip lock, moving his tongue with expert precision as he leaned and raised his hips, lifting his tail out from under Raven’s arms to rest his shiny hide more comfortably in his arms.

“I’d much prefer a proper show, wasn’t much to watch, to be h-” Cut off by the kiss, his own purr quickly mixed into the kiss. The stoat enjoyed the heat of it, and the feel of the long tongue in his maw.

With that loving squeeze on his tail, the serpent-like appendage flicked in the air.  The raptor instinctively exposed more of his shiny smooth hide by arching his hips and inviting those large paws.

Talin pulled back and licked Raven’s lips, tail swishing in smooth sweeps.  “Dunno, think I’ma get too smashed by ya t’ put on a show.  But hey, if ya show me a good time, I’ll consider somethin’ fun mornin’ after”.  A promise from the pirate as ran the claws of his thumbs along the edge of Raven’s ears.

A light pant and sigh escaped the raptor as he ran his claws through the soft fur of Raven’s chest. “Not familiar with a reptile like ay? I love the heat. Now when ya gonna give me more?” Taunts from the greedy little mutt. He slipped out of and tossed his jacket to the floor without leaving Raven’s grasp, as were his arm and leg gloves, just to make sure there was nothing left separating him from Raven’s touch. “Gotta ‘nother in ya?” He asked with his tail swinging up.

“Heat is rare for that which shies away from the warm light…that’s why I need outside help.” He stated, taking a nice drink from the bottle before holding it up to the raptor’s lips. Pausing for a moment as he watched him strip “Let the fire grow inside, the raw power of a dragon.”

Of course Talin, being so focused on the new beverage did not expect to sample of flavor of the mystical dragon drink via the tongue and maw of the shadowy assassin.  It drew a sharp breath as his as shot open as muffled cursing was shot into the stoat.  But Talin was a sucker for steamy hot kisses especially from someone so much bigger than he.

Fuck the guy was good, Talin’s growing purr was proof of that.  The mix of the tantalizing flavor of dragon wine and the assassin’s deep kiss was a mighty strong spice for the raptor.  He would match the very forward tongue of the stoat with his long and flexible muscle but was far more willing the giant furball invade the field of sharp tagger teeth and snake fangs.

The kiss lasted for as long as the wine held its heat betwixt them. He was happy to play along with that reptilian tongue for the brief moment. But even a dragon’s flame cannot last, nor could the kiss. Besides, they had an entire bottle to get through. When the stoat broke it, steam filled the air again.

“Gainin’ your honor must be a sizzlin’ roller coaster in that case”

His tail made wider and wide swishes as the stoat popped open the strange bottle.  If he’d gain anything from any of this, it had to be that drink!  It was like a flaming cocktail minus putting out the fire.  The reptile’s tongue flicked out absentmindedly as he awaited his turn.

A waterfall?  That was fine, he and his crew traded drinks like that from time to time, usually in a hysterically drunken stupor.  So he threw his head back and opened his maw waiting for the molten alcohol to grace his forked tongue.

The bottle didn’t move from where it was held, not too far from the stoat’s face. Instead, what moved was him. If the raptor had paid attention, he would’ve noticed that Zenni never swallowed the drink.

Eyes watched the tail for a moment, trying his best not to laugh at how cute it was, like a scaly puppy. His other arm finally moved so that his hand rest on the raptor’s chin. Leaning in more, he made the adjustments to press a superheated kiss to his lips, and exchange the burning alcohol over.

The citrus reptile pulled his head back, trying to keep his neck just outside the stoat’s maw just in case temptation won and Raven clamped down.  The sound of him purring like a giant beast kept Talin from actively pulling away, reminding the raptor that he was just being teased.

“Harrdy harr harr” Talin mock laughed though the ego boost earned Raven a smirk for his efforts.  His long tail easily wrapped around and pulled up the wine bottle to eye level.  Though it’d probably be easier to just grab the stuff but Raven seemed unwilling to let go of the raptor.

“Jus’ can’t keep yer hands off me huh?”

Talin kept his skin shiny and soft after all!  “Possessive fuckin’ beast” he further teased before eyeing the bottle.  Just the sight of it looked like it’d light a fire in his belly.  Talin licked his fangs in anticipation!

A cold press of his snout against Talin’s flesh, with a matching chuckle. Icy blues watched the bottle travel with the help of that tail, which seemed quite dexterous to him. “What can I say? You’re the perfect size to just hold in my arms and play around with.”

He most certainly wouldn’t be letting go as long as the raptor stayed warm. It was a rare sensation for him, the heat of the sun didn’t warm him up, it was only contact with others that did it. “Only possessive when I get hold of something nice and pretty. If you keep going along with it so well, you’ll earn my trust quick.”

Zenni reached up, the other arm still holding tight to the other, and plucked the bottle from the tail’s grasp. It was easy enough to bite into the stopper that held it closed, though it looked to be made of obsidian, not cork like normal, and pull it out. Instantly a waft of steam filled the air, and the sound of sizzling. An indication of the sheer temperature difference of the fluid inside.

His tail made wider and wide swishes as the stoat popped open the strange bottle.  If he’d gain anything from any of this, it had to be that drink!  It was like a flaming cocktail minus putting out the fire.  The reptile’s tongue flicked out absentmindedly as he awaited his turn.

It was beyond Talin’s expectations, how could someone so large and furry feel like an ice pack and those fangs did little to help!  It all easily led the raptor to a sharp shiver.  With the help of eko, the cold blooded reptile had to raise his blood temperature to compensate.  It certainly didn’t help his whole blushing situation.

“You’re a real puzzle ya know that?” he uttered with a bead of sweat trickling down his face.  Never before had he’d met someone who found delight in the concept of being blown to pieces.  There were crazies of course, but at least when they did eventually turn to bits THAT WAS IT!  Now the pirate was imagining each and every limb moving on it’s own like some kind of B movie horror flick.  “Ya ain’t studyin’ my blood though, got enough docs itchin’ t’ put me under a knife~”

A small huff escaped, some sign of relief for the drinks as he felt he was losing the scenario.  “Good, can finally get a few licks in me”  He didn’t mind a crowd by any means, this guy was just… different and was hard to exactly pin down!  He was far too used to having control of every scene!

His fuzzy mouth was just teasing along the raptor’s neck, sometimes drifting up to the edge of his mouth, oh so tantalizing. The stoat let out a soft purr at the sudden feeling of warmth, it probably wouldn’t belong before his body absorbed enough heat to match it.

“I’m not a puzzle, I’m a shadow…what’s so complicated about that, eh?” Zenni chuckled, arms shifting, still holding onto Talin while he traced claws along his skin. “I’d never put someone so hot under the knife. And I would absolutely refuse to let my father get hold of it…I’m just curious is all.”

“Harrdy harr harr” Talin mock laughed though the ego boost earned Raven a smirk for his efforts.  His long tail easily wrapped around and pulled up the wine bottle to eye level.  Though it’d probably be easier to just grab the stuff but Raven seemed unwilling to let go of the raptor.

“Jus' can’t keep yer hands off me huh?”

Well, this was a little embarrassing and it showed in his bright red face. Talin wasn’t used to being out of control of the situation. Though he purred, being surrounded and held by the toasty fur of a much bigger man, it was with grimace.

“Tch, this star’s far from burning out” he muttered, turning away and shuddering at the warm lick along his neck. This stoat caught him sleeping and he was far too embarrassed to let him have it! Buuut he wasn’t exactly struggling to leave his arms sooo…

“Eko charged blood ain’t for drinkin’ big guy” he placed his claws on the stoat’s pecks just to keep himself steady as his tail slowly shifted from side to side. “And I find bein’ blown t’ bits as more funny than sexy”. The cocky little shit.

Tongue was soon replaced by the gentlest scraping of his sharp teeth on that shiny hide. “I wouldn’t want it to, I enjoy the heat that’s so rare for someone like me. Life in the darkness can be all too cold sometimes.” He was so close to just, biting down.

“You ever try and blow up a shadow? Doesn’t really work…but hell, I’m always up for trying. Wonder how long it’d take to put me back together after exploding.” And there was that little part of his brain, wanting a sample instead of a taste, to study later.

“You’re a real puzzle ya know that?” he uttered with a bead of sweat trickling down his face.  Never before had he’d met someone who found delight in the concept of being blown to pieces.  There were crazies of course, but at least when they did eventually turn to bits THAT WAS IT!  Now the pirate was imagining each and every limb moving on it’s own like some kind of B movie horror flick.  “Ya ain’t studyin’ my blood though, got enough docs itchin’ t’ put me under a knife~”

Just wanted to do an outfit for my Rule 63 anti-tails blog, and i really like drawing her so here is Haley, ready to stab people! Had a lot of fun with this one, you can find Haley over here @haley-prower

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“Nn I doubt it big guy, less ya like tasting catastrophic explo-SAIIII” The sudden sensation of his tail being grabbed made Talin jump and grip the couch with his claws! “What the ekio fuck!?!?” As he looked back and tugged on his tail in shock!

The stoat took advantage of the opening and wrapped his arms around the raptor, leaning in to lick his neck. “Darkness consumes all things, even light…shall I take a taste and see?”

"Tch, this star's far from burning out" he muttered, turning away and shuddering at the warm lick along his neck. This stoat caught him sleeping and he was far too embarrassed to let him have it! Buuut he wasn't exactly struggling to leave his arms sooo...

The kiss caused a slight flinch from the raptor but the message made him pause before shifting to a playful laugh. “Seriously, fuckin’ swing an’ miss over ‘ere!”

Talin had no idea of what was going on behind him. While his eyes and smell were amazing senses, he couldn’t exactly keep track of magical shadows, especially when he’s trying to score with a hunky fuzzball, so his tail continue to aimlessly sway in the air.

“Can tell I ain’t ever tried t’ make it with shady assassin’s” he pillowed his chin with his arms. “They’re usually after my throat or blood” passing it off as a casual everyday nuisance. “One in particular… a tough cookie t’ crack..” this one spoken with a more solemn tone. “But hey, luckily they never took my bounty yet!” Now laughing at the whole thing.

“If I actually swung, I doubt I’d miss.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the darkness creeping up in the dim light. His sharp teeth showed a little as a sly smirk crossed his maw.

By the time the stoat’s gaze returned to him, Talin was practically nose to nose with him, ocean blues staring with dreamy eyes. The little mutt was laying along the back of the couch like a cat.

“Lemme guess, you use those little ink tents for more than murder. Bet'cha use ‘em for all kinds a shit when ur a lil Randy” purring the whole way. Nothing wrong with a little teasing while they wait right? His tail was back to its fluid motions, rising and falling like a gentle current. Almost as if pulling wandering eyes to his bright and shiny hide.

So close together, Zenni couldn’t help but give the Raptor another kiss, but just at the tip of his reptilian snoot. His own icy eyes looked at the way he was laying. He did that sometimes too, benefits of a flexible skeleton…or not having one at all sometimes.

“Treat my kin with respect…they are not mere tentacles, they are alive.”  He scoffed a bit and pulled himself a smidge away. “I rarely use them to kill unless necessary, and usually only when they’re hungry. Anything else depends on my mood. And before you ask, yes I’ve used them with Scar.”

Talin had no idea of what was going on behind him. While his eyes and smell were amazing senses, he couldn't exactly keep track of magical shadows, especially when he's trying to score with a hunky fuzzball, so his tail continue to aimlessly sway in the air.

Talin’s eyes practically sparkled at the mention of dragon-fire wine. “What is that and how can I inject it into my body!?”. He then paused for a second and clarified, “Not literally” The small reptile propped himself up on his elbows, “Can either go on a killing spree or shag on the nearest couch if your wine hits me in all the right places”. He was purring at the thought of consumption, always willing to try new alcoholic beverages. Maybe he could add the mix to his tender on the ship!

The stoat chuckled, twirling his retrieved dagger in his claws. “It’s wine made from the volatile fluids found in the sac in a dragon’s throat. Well, the kind of dragon that breaths fire anyways. They also make a kind of Whiskey from it, but I prefer the wine, much smoother.”

He looked down at the couch they were on. “You mean this couch? Wouldn’t be the first time it’s seen some action. I guess we’ll just have to see how it hits ya, it’s pretty potent.”

Looking at the dark form from earlier that retrieved his dagger, he leaned down to it. “Might be getting a feast later…if not, I’ll go out on my own anyways. But, before that, think you guys can pop home real quick and get the wine? Dark red bottle, looks like the fluid inside is burning, should have a picture of a dragon head on the label? I keep the strong stuff in the Vault, so check there first.” At the request it sank into the darkness and vanished.

It was a good shot for sure.  The percision of a seasoned vet at least.  “Good shot, but if that’s the case what’re we gonna do in the meantime?  Jus’ gonna float around exchangin’ small talk?  Or do I gotta pop home and grab a few packs?”

“Crackin’ you guys to do anythin’ fun is like a game of cat n’ mouse.  I ain’t gotta pull teeth do I?  Maybe we can go on a murder spree, spill some blood, cause some trouble?”

The raptor then slithered closer to the fuzzy killer, edging just inside his personal space, “Or ya got somethin’ else in mind?”

“Packs? I don’t drink beer, only wine. You ever try Dragon-Fire Wine? I can have the boys get some from my stash.” He raised one of his claws, pointed at the dagger on the wall, and snapped. “Dagger please.”

A tendril of inky darkness crept up the wall, plucked the blade from it, and brought it back to the stoat. “I’m all for a good murder spree, so long as it’s a bunch of criminals. Maybe clean out a prison of some sort? It’ll feed us for a bit.”

“Ya dun gotta take shit so seriously, I was just teasin’ when I said fleabag.” The playful raptor snickered as he lay across the arm of a couch in slight boredom. With his hide now arched above his head his long tail bounced and swayed to the rhythm of a song Talin hummed. “If ya like call me what'cha want. Without a name for you, you’re stuck with Raven. I mean, yet givin’ me no options ‘ere” which Talin understood given the nature of the job. “Don’t wanna keep callin’ Scar’s booty daddy” he further joked. “Ya make my mate happy ya deserve ya own identity, jus’ dun bitch t’ if I make it stick” added Talin with a wink.

“When death is your day to day…serious is a necessity. Only take the edge off when I’m around someone I trust enough to relax. Can’t trust a merc that easily, I’m sure you know that.” The stoat took his dagger, and flung it to impale the frame of the door.

“Crackin’ you guys to do anythin’ fun is like a game of cat n’ mouse.  I ain’t gotta pull teeth do I?  Maybe we can go on a murder spree, spill some blood, cause some trouble?”

The raptor then slithered closer to the fuzzy killer, edging just inside his personal space, “Or ya got somethin’ else in mind?”