𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖑 𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖙

The reason Ali came to Alexandria was cause he was tired of running. Scared to settle down someplace just in case the hunters came for him. It didn't make sense for them to have chased after him to America but it still kept him up at night. Being at the chateau he has somewhat a better sleep. Sure, he wakes up every night in a panic sweat but he is quick to realize that he is safe. Eve and the chateau protected him. He still just had to get used to that.

When Merrick stopped, Ali jumped a little. They weren't near the river, at least from what he could see. Then Merrick was walking with him, arm around his shoulder. The strength, warmth and secure feeling the taller male was given certainly made him feel funny. He wanted to still be cautious but Merrick was making him feel....funny. "I...I don't know that, besides, the water might be cold, there might not be any shallow parts...their could be piranha!" He was listing stupid reasons but he really was anxious. "I wouldn't mind seeing you....oh I....I mean....me naked is not something anyone needs to see."

merrick catches the slip up and grins widely, cheeks dimply, eyes darkening for a moment before returning to normal. "i don't know, you can't speak for everyone. i know i wouldn't mind seeing it." he says casually, nonchalant and carefree. he drops his arm from ali's shoulder when they approach the river in the forest. he takes a few steps away from him, hands moving to the waistband of his shorts. "either way, i'm going to skinny dip." he hooks his thumbs into the band and pulls them down, briefs and all, revealing himself. "you can join me if you want. it'll be nice and refreshing." and with that, he kicks off his shoes and shorts and wades into the river, getting to where the water comes up to his waist.

and he waits.

The heretic debated the two options presented to him, playing over each scenario in his mind for a moment as his fingers curled again, magic once again pulsing through the metal in the room, feeling each and every item at his disposal. "On my back where, the bed, that desk over there? Or where you hoping I'd choke on your cock first?" He smirked, one hand suddenly curling around the back of Cas' neck with blinding speed to pull him hard into a kiss. He'd been reasonably patient so far.

the kiss is heated, velvety warm, rough. tongues dance and fight, bodies roll against each other. he pulls away for a gasp of breath, lips swollen and red, spit slick. "on your knees." he tells him again, his eyes flashing darkly. "after that kiss, i want to stuff your throat first." he's being honest about his desire and he grins wickedly as he pulls his cock from his own briefs, letting it hang between them.

He followed after the other, lither frame like a predator stalking prey as they descended the hallway, counting each door they passed until finally finding the one the key opened. Quentin's smirk only grew as he felt the gentle pulls of telekinesis strip away the red silk, leaving his chest bare. He was no stranger to the feeling of magic, witches blood one of the heretic's favourites to consume. "Now we can't have you left behind." Q purred, leaning into Cas' touch as a hand slipped beneath his waistband while his own fingers twitched, his magic reaching out to find every fibre of metal, making it move to his will and strip them down equal.

they stand there now, stripped naked except for whatever underwear they might have wore. casimiro leans forward, teasing a kiss to the man's lips, their masks still on but not getting in the way. his tongue drags along his bottom lip, then his upper lip. he breathes against him. "would you like to start on your knees?" he asks, the words riding out of his lips on a low purr. "or do you want to start on your back?"

it was this place. the music, the drinking, the energies of everyone around him that mixed with the magic ever present in the air that made it so easy for wyne to play along with his attractions; his desires. places like this were bound to get him into trouble; men like him were bound to get him into trouble.

turning, his bottom lip already tucked beneath his teeth, his features soften again as he comes face to face with the man he was clearly enamored with. a hum resonated in his throat, carrying his agreeance on it's back, as his hands found their way to the other's waist as he felt lips press against the shell of his ear again; the teasing swipe of a tongue. "want works," he teased, his tone rasped and his words full of breath as he pressed himself flush against the other, "but right now i feel as if need is more accurate."

he hummed again, a smile pulling at his lips, as he was pulled forward, following along as they moved through the building; his eyes never once straying from the man before him.

it only took a few minutes for them to find an empty room, but for wyne it had felt like hours. all it took was for the other to call him forward, and the half-ghost was crashing into him. colliding their lips together in a eager, heated kiss fueled by desperation and desire. his hand's gripped at the other's sides, fingers digging into his skin already threatening to bruise, as heavy, grunting breaths punctuated the silence between his kisses as wyne refused to let any space come between them again.

it's a funny thing, what people need. how a simple emotion, a simple thing can become all consuming. it spreads like a wildfire instead of crackling like a self contained burn. that's what this feels like, in a sense. need burns and burns and burns and, sometimes, it's enough to warm someone up and other times it's enough to burn them out.

cas doesn't mind either options. he's been made a church for someone to pray to, he's been burned down by their need before, hallowed ground is nothing new for the witch.

hands move up, cupping the back of the man's neck, scratching down his spine as greedy kisses turn hungrier. cas swallows down the sounds the man makes, his moans filling his own lungs only to echo out moments later. he can feel himself hardening beneath his pants and his own hands travel down the front of the stranger, pushing and cupping and palming.

Hearing a voice, Quentin glanced over his bare shoulder, sizing up the other beyond the mask as he turned to face them with a red fanged smile. "It would be rude of me to turn down the offer of a mystery." He grinned, looking between the key in the other's hand and the smile on his lips. "And dancing is more fun horizontal and naked." The heretic shrugged one shoulder, smirking.

he holds the key before them and smirks, turning to head toward the rooms, following the numbers until he finds the door and inserts the key. he steps inside, pulling the man in with him. he's seen him around alexandria before. living here for eight years, it's hard not to know of others. "now, let's get you naked." casimiro insists, hand moving, finger twitching, as the buttons and zipper of his pants open before sliding down slender legs. "mmm, getting better." his eyes move up and down the man's figure as he shrugs his cloak off, hand moving down his bare chest, dipping beneath the waistband of his pants.

"i love going out." he lied, the sarcastic playfulness of his response lost in the even tone of his voice. "we must run in different circles, then; since you've been here so much longer than i have and we've never crossed paths before."

"i haven't gotten out much." wyne answered again, more honestly this time. "time is different for me, at least it feels that way." what felt like a few days of lounging around, resting, and getting used to his new apartment turned out to actually be a two months. immortality gave some a lust for life, a desire to discover and experience everything there was, but for wyne? it left him with an almost otherworldly sense of laziness; of apathy. "you may have broken me of that, though; may."

a quiet hum vibrated in his chest and throat as that smirk held on his lips. "you'll learn, in time, that having a memorable face is more of a curse than a compliment but coming from you i'll consider it the latter." taking a small step forward, his glance dropping quicker this time, wyne stole another look at the other man before meeting his gaze again. "there's something in your eyes. i can't quite explain it, but i have the sense you understand time and it's confines more than i do." that was a polite way for wyne to call attention to the fact that he thought, or that he was assuming really, that merrick was older than he was.

"i'm not sure if that was a good trade or not," wyne teased as he took merrick's hand into his own and gave it a firm shake. with the other's hand still in his own, he harkened back to his previous inclination that he would have been fine if merrick had kept running by making his hand intangible; his limb fading into a more transparent state as it easily passed through and dropped from merrick's grip before solidifying again as wyne held his hand up between them. "ashwyne, but most people just call me wyne. i really would have been fine, by the way."

just like that, his exterior was cracked even further as merrick earned a laugh out of him.

"i'm glad i could be of service, then." merrick does a playful half bow, arm moving to cross over his stomach as he bows at the hips just a little. time working differently is something that merrick can understand. he doesn't elaborate now, no, he'll save that for later.

merrick turns his head a bit to look at the man, listening to his words. he hums in agreement, a low thrum that comes from somewhere deep within him. "i'm much older than i look." he confirms. "it's part of why i came here, to alexandria." he adds on. "to learn to feel something else again." loneliness, death. it's all he's known for a while and, even though he's friendly enough, there's something that lurks beneath the surface, perhaps behind his eyes, that speaks volumes of the immortal emptiness.

The other's words actually bring a smile to his lips, if only subtly. Maybe he was being a bit careless in following this stranger deeper into the woods but if he tried anything, he would run. He was fast after all. It was one of his talents. "I guess so." The wolf sighed as he titled his body so not to bump into a tree as they continued their walk.

Watching as the other moved a few feet in front of him and began walking backwards, he was worried that Merrick was going to trip and fall back on his ass. "Well....yeah." He chewed his lip as he continued to walk with the other, eyes averting him out of shame. "I...I can't swim." He never learned, or at least, he did once and nearly drowned which put him off the entire swimming thing.

merrick stops in his tracks, narrowly avoiding a fallen log, and looks at ali. "well," he says, walking over to sling an arm over ali's shoulders before he starts walking again. "i wouldn't let you drown and we can stay in the shallow end where you can basically stand." he gives his shoulder a squeeze, looking down into his eyes. "come on, let loose! enjoy yourself! but if you don't wanna see me naked or get naked, i understand." he teases only slightly, seeing what the other's reaction might be.

"I dunno. Not many do." Then again, it wasn't like he had really opened himself up to others that have tried. The wolf just found it easier to get by on his own ever since the night of the hunters. He tried to get by on his own but after many years alone, he sought this place out having overheard some others mention it. Though he was told he would be safe here, he still was worried the hunters would come looking.

"We'll see....I mean. It could be nice....to have a friend." The last friend he ever had had betrayed him. It might take some time for him to trust another. The bump against his shoulder brought a soft smile to his lips as he kept walking. "Yeah, I ain't doing that but feel free. I'll stay at the edge."

"what do you mean?" merrick says, hand coming to his chest as if shocked. "you'd let me get naked and go into the water all by myself? for shame!" he takes a few steps forward before turning on his heel, walking backward to look at alistair. "i could say something else, but i won't! i'll be good. we did just become friend after all."

It's not like Biard would have been all that bothered had he walked in on Cas with another man, he did have something of a weakness for pretty sluts after all. It might have endeared him to Cas. As it was he just tilted his head as the other walked across towards him. "What would you like, exactly? What prize would you crave and desire?" He asked, more than a little curious how the others mind worked as he was tugged across the room. "Hm, you are...so utterly, utterly so." He replied.

The vampire dropped into the seat with that same dangerous, dagger like smirk as he leaned back into the cushions, his head tilting back to gaze up at the other- even if he was very, very tempted to look at all those beautiful muscles on display. "I think I said something about having you stuffed to the brim with cock- to have you moaning and gasping, and whimpering." He teased. "To use that pretty cunt of yours till you're a mess." The vampire replied as a hand reached out to curl around Cas's waist and he tugged him into his lap. A strong hand moving down over that that underwear covered ass to give it a squeeze.

some people can be truly filthy. not that casimiro is complain or concerned. he knows how they work, he can be, too. he contemplates for a moment, thinking of what his prize could be. he could ask for anything and he's sure he could get it. he smirks, tapping his fingers against the leather. "your blood." he states after a moment, hoping it might catch him off guard. "it can be quite useful." spellwork and a vampire's blood—like he couldn't tell what this man was—could have some fantastic results.

he moves with ease as the hand slips over his ass. he falls into his lap, legs straddling his hips and grins as he looks into those piercing eyes. he bites at his bottom lip, listening to each filthy word that spills from the vampire's mouth. he hums a bit, moving to get a bit more comfortable, the swell of his ass seated perfectly against the man's hidden cock. "and you'll be the one stuffing me, i presume?" he asks, hands moving up to trail along the man's neck, fingertips gently resting against his jaw.

Alistair couldn't really get this guys deal. Why was he wanting to join him when he could easily just be on his way. People confused him sometimes. Well, people like. Ali dug his hands into his pockets as he continued to walk, feet being careful not to trip over anything. He had made sure to be on this guys left hand side, since it was his left that he was blind on.

He took the path that Merrick ushered for them to go. He didn't know which way the river exactly was as he hadn't took note of it at the time. "Welcome, I guess. I've been like....four...maybe." He stumbled slightly, reaching forward to grab a branch before continuing. "Werewolf." He responded. "Never met a hellhound before. At least, that I was aware of." He turned his head to look the other over. "You want to be friends? With me?"

he knows his own story, his own past, but hundreds of years of dealing with it made him learn how to move on and move passed it. he was here now, it was time for a change. time to find little spots of happiness where he could.

"you haven't given me a reason not to want to be your friend and we gotta start somewhere. might as well be me almost knocking you on your ass while i ran through the woods." he laughs and, tentatively, bumps his shoulder against alistair's, playful, friendly, easy. "come on, let's get to the river. i could go for a skinny dip."

It's not like Biard would have been all that bothered had he walked in on Cas with another man, he did have something of a weakness for pretty sluts after all. It might have endeared him to Cas. As it was he just tilted his head as the other walked across towards him. "What would you like, exactly? What prize would you crave and desire?" He asked, more than a little curious how the others mind worked as he was tugged across the room. "Hm, you are...so utterly, utterly so." He replied.

The vampire dropped into the seat with that same dangerous, dagger like smirk as he leaned back into the cushions, his head tilting back to gaze up at the other- even if he was very, very tempted to look at all those beautiful muscles on display. "I think I said something about having you stuffed to the brim with cock- to have you moaning and gasping, and whimpering." He teased. "To use that pretty cunt of yours till you're a mess." The vampire replied as a hand reached out to curl around Cas's waist and he tugged him into his lap. A strong hand moving down over that that underwear covered ass to give it a squeeze.

some people can be truly filthy. not that casimiro is complain or concerned. he knows how they work, he can be, too. he contemplates for a moment, thinking of what his prize could be. he could ask for anything and he's sure he could get it. he smirks, tapping his fingers against the leather. "your blood." he states after a moment, hoping it might catch him off guard. "it can be quite useful." spellwork and a vampire's blood—like he couldn't tell what this man was—could have some fantastic results.

he moves with ease as the hand slips over his ass. he falls into his lap, legs straddling his hips and grins as he looks into those piercing eyes. he bites at his bottom lip, listening to each filthy word that spills from the vampire's mouth. he hums a bit, moving to get a bit more comfortable, the swell of his ass seated perfectly against the man's hidden cock. "and you'll be the one stuffing me, i presume?" he asks, hands moving up to trail along the man's neck, fingertips gently resting against his jaw.