The Sun Also Rises

It had been too long since he had played this game, far too long! More than that, it had been an almost infinite amount of time since he had actually played it within anyone, man or woman, whom he truly desired to have at the end of it through sheer want rather than as merely a way to pass the time or that simple need to seek some sort of release. How much more enjoyable it was when he found a true curiosity and indeed a determination to discover just what his lover might have on beneath those pants. That game board however, was evidently far less eager to afford either of them any true revelations. The numbers continually proving to be sporadic and separated, his coloured counters seeming utterly determined not to put themselves in a line in any useful fashion. The Fae King scowling at his board each time before slowly, steadily and perhaps inevitably some of those numbers began to order themselves. His attempts to work out just which numbers he needed next was interrupted by that sudden announcement from his Consort that the man had achieved that red number that so dictated a reward for the man- that little tile handed to Dorian but a moment later so that he might read the description beneath it. The Monarch offering a soft snort of good humour in response, knowing well that such a treat might delight Sebastian entirely. The man having so specifically made no mention that such a thing as this existed if only to so heighten his lovers own curiosity in just what he might yet receive.

Dorian, for his part, was near unaware of the manner in which his lovers eyes so followed his figure about the room with that near territorial determination. The man having become so used to his lover's presence in all things that it had simply become the norm to turn and find the vampires gaze readily upon him. It took barely a moment to return to that thick, plush rug, setting down that little tray beside him before reaching to take that warm bowl from beneath it. The rich, near intoxicating scent of that chocolate was made all the sweeter and thicker through that edition of cream as it veritably filled the room within moments. Dorian quite unable to resist but a taste of the delectable dish, that touch of saltiness so intermingled with that undeniable sweetness entirely glorious to even himself as Sebastian so queried that name as it was spoken. He paused a moment longer as he licked that sweetness from his finger, the Fae determined to clean every taste from it before regarding the vampire once more, his head nodded in conformation of the correctness of his repetition.

"Sanguinaccio means, how you say? Blood dessert of sorts and Dolce means sweet and smooth. We prepare it only for holidays though I fear."

There was an ease with which he offered those more English translations to the best of his ability, if only so his lover might be capable of requesting such a food should he desire to have it again during any other Italian holiday they might so find themselves within his country for. His finger returned to that warm chocolate a moment later, this time leaning forward to so offer it to the vampire, a soft simper of amusement tracing his features at the ready willingness with which his lover's lips parted. Dorian well having come to identify that look of want when it lingered within the navy depths of his companions gaze. The Fae King moving then to brush his finger across that soft lower lip, letting the tip press just a little further beyond to find one of those sharpened fangs to press upon and well blood to the surface before moving his finger away from that sweeping tongue that followed all-too eagerly within his wake. How curious it was how still that vampire so often became in those more delicate moments. Sebastian so often given to cease moving entirely in response to certain actions, the Fae King so eternally curious as to why and whether or not his lover might so be opposed to him testing several off his own theories upon this later, his head tilting but slightly in that unspoken consideration. That wholly inquisitive look resting upon his features before he returned his finger that final time to the chocolate, stirring just a taste of his own blood within before offering that bowl to his Consort.

Sebastian hardly hesitated in so taking it from him, Dorian chuckling softly once more before leaning back against the rug, watching as the vampire seemed to decide which of his fingers was better sacrificed to the cause before that sound of enjoyment seemed to rise in his throat. It was only when the vampire had sufficiently consumed it that Dorian uttered his name, those navy eyes peering up from behind that bowl in a wholly amusing fashion as Dorian gestured to his own semi-completed board and the two rows he had won in turn. Sebastian's socks requested a moment later, Dorian shifting to catch them as they were tossed to him, organising them neatly like grand trophies beside him before pulling his own number from the bag. That fifty awarding the vampire a complete row. The ready look of smugness upon the other man's features was hardly missed before Dorian's shirt was demanded of him, the Fae King moving to sit up just enough to facilitate that request. His fingers moved with deft ease, steadily unbuttoning that dark shirt before shrugging it from his shoulders, leaving him wholly bare-chested before passing the vampire that trophy. The chain that so held Sebastian's own family seal and that singular gemstone resting now against his bare skin, Dorian hardly oblivious to the weight of his boyfriends gaze upon him now and yet- there was something wholly pleasing about holding his lovers attention in such a fashion all the same.

His own eyes fell readily then to that next number Sebastian had picked, the Fae searching diligently upon his own board for it before noting its position in the very centre and too- that distinctly red colour to it. A soft sound of delight readily parted his lips, one finger moving forward to press upon his own tile, flipping it over to see what surprise he had won, both eyes lifting slightly at the printed words before replacing that tile and adding a red counter to it. Dorian turning then to that collection of things beside him, plucking a shot glass from the golden tray. The scent of that truly alcoholic clear liquid within could hardly be mistaken, the Monarch tossing it back with perhaps a little more skill then he so often eluded too in his frequently minimal alcoholic consumption, his head shaking slightly at that accompanying feeling of warmth that seemed to slide down his throat and blossom in his chest. Heavens but that was strong! That wholly pleasing taste however was hardly deniable. His gaze returning to his lover then, handing him that glass to let him taste whatever remnants might be left within it should he desire.

"It is Grappa, they call it 'firewater' it is...rather strong, but sweet to taste."

It was a drink he had, in his time, perhaps been a little too fond off on occasion. Dorian moving then to reach into that bag once more and pluck another number. This one adding one to each of there boards before it was Sebastian's turn once more, Dorian assured he felt distinctly more light headed then he had but several moments ago and yet he hardly found it unpleasant. Sebastian's number saw that grin adorn his features once more as another of his own rows was completed, one hand held abruptly out to the vampire now with that ever impish grin.

"Your shirt, Mon Cher."

Ah but how he enjoyed that sight of his lovers bare chest! That undeniable touch of want so stirring within him. Sebastian left with only his pants now. Dorian requiring but one more complete line to win that game as he reached back into that number bag now to pluck another disc from within, turning it over to show his companion. The number ten completing another of Sebastian's rows and so affording the vampire one of his socks as Dorian frowned momentarily, the man shifting to abruptly put his feet out before him, allowing Sebastian to choose which sock to pluck from him before the very fact the number ten, upon his own board, was yet another red number seemed to delight him. It was with no small measure of eagerness that he moved to flip that tile once more, a ready grin returning to his lips as he offered this tile to his lover to read to the best of his ability.

"This prize I shall keep, I think, it so affords me an entire two minutes of your attention upon any part of me I should so choose. I like this prize, I shall hold onto it for now."

He gestured easily once more for the vampire to continue, Dorian so eyeing several numbers upon his board that would afford him that victory now, Sebastian's next number present on neither of their boards before Dorian moved to pluck another. His silver gaze lifted almost suspiciously above that number forty five in his hands, the number present upon his board and yet affording him nothing while it gave Sebastian no less than the two rows he needed to win. Dorian's last sock and his pants. The Fae's features shifting abruptly into a look of nonchalance as if attempting to hide the fact that this was the only number he had not turned around to allow the vampire to see.

"This is a bad number, we do not want this one."

That ever impish grin was rather poorly concealed upon his features, Sebastian's attempt to reach for the number seeing Dorian slide his hand away, enclosing that disc within it, one eye arching slightly upward once more in a clear challenge. Any further attempts the vampire might make to discover that number rather cheekily saw it moved from his reach once more. Dorian's arm flailing rather comically out of his reach as he remained cross-legged upon the floor. Sebastian so having won that right to have Dorian strip....almost. The Fae well aware he was destined to lose the moment those vampiric reflexes became engaged and yet it hardly diminished that ready playfulness.

"I am sorry, love, but if you should like to hold my hand you shall probably have to catch it."

Kings. Such untrustworthy creatures.

Dorian Aragona