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((---OOC: Terry / Ryuuji in the late hours of the 28th leading to the 29th. A flurry of letters leads to a long late night rendezvous where things become somewhat heated. Cut tag is from John Mayer. Love Song For No One. Hopefully it is 'appropriately' angsty. I've been told that's required. ---))



The door that hadn't been there a second ago swung open slowly to display a stone passage way, cold and old, flickering with hints of torches and firelight. He had to grin, where-ever this was, he knew it wasn't the Slytherin dorms because it was in the wrong direction. But he hadn't expected something so...apt.

Terry stepped into the room and counted to three. The door closed at two and a half. He still smiled as he made his way along the corridor, eyes on the ground. The spill of clothes over a stone bench made him shake his head. But he pulled off his clothes, wondering if Ryuuji was anywhere nearby, peeping, and slipped into the costume. And there was no other word to describe it but costume; a strange metal plated armour for one arm and his shoulder, strapped to his body with leather, and a weird leather kilt. Terry chuckled to himself, he didn't know what was historically accurate but he was not going to be swinging in the breeze. He did put on the boots though and thought he'd seen eveything until the chocolate sword. Laughing softly he stepped out in the a pool of light wondering just how more extreme things could get and the laughter stopped. Terry stared.

The Room of Requirement had sensed what was wanted from it, and changed more drastically than ever before, becoming a huge, spacious cave. Gold items and jewels were piled up in towering stacks, taller than houses, along each wall, and the only light in the place came from the lava pits that bubbled softly in a straight line down the center of the room, from the door to the throne that was just barely visible. A walkway was suspended over the lava, made of a meshlike metal with no railings for the hands; a tightrope, but a thick one, about the width of a computer screen.

And down at the far end, shadows and flickering light caressed a golden-skin figure who was sprawled decadently over a black-wrought throne, legs draped over one arm of the throne, and head resting on the other so that he could watch the doorway and see who was coming. Vivid green eyes half-lidded, Ryuuji had dressed in the clothes that the room provided, clad in a long, floor-length tunic of white silk, split up the sides, fastened at the waist with a black belt, but kept his black leather trousers on underneath them. The green dragon that writhed on the front of the tunic was the same one that made up his crown, a slender golden circlet formed by a dragon's tail with an onyx-eyed dragon's head resting over his brow.

A cauldron of chocolate rested on the same dias as the throne, and a plate of delicacies lay on a single-legged table next to it. When Terry entered, there was a strawberry in Ryuuji's fingers, and the dragon-prince watched him with an odd, smouldering intensity in his eyes as he dipped the fruit into the chocolate, then pressed it into his lips, chewing with his mouth closed before swallowing. He didn't say anything, but simply watched Terry, and the look in his eyes was that of a predator who knew his prey would come to him.

Oh this was.... part of his brain just shorted out complaining and wondering about magic and the castle's ability to cater towards people's private fantasies; because this was just so Ryuuji. The chocolate sword in his hand seemed laughable, because really, Ryuuji was going to devour him whole and... oh, that was why you didn't wear underwear with these things.

He licked his lips, eyed the bridge and recklessly knelt down on one knee to do a salute, bouncing the sword gently off his forehead before naughtily licking down along it's edge. Cause why shouldn't he. The chocolate was cool and dark against his tongue. Cool enough he could believe it'd withstand the heat that was really - and how could that be real it wasn't possible - coming from the pits in front of him. Eyes just as hooded as the 'Dragon Prince' in front of him, Terry stepped forward to put one foot on the walkway. A cloud of bats came out of no where, rushing towards the throne and Terry felt his inner geek go 'whoa', while he was just happily surprised to have one form of back up.

A hint of a smile curved Ryuuji's lips at seeing Terry kneel down to salute him, but it wasn't his usual light-hearted, recklessly beautiful smile. This was darker, more dangerous, white teeth flashing out for a second against lips the shade of spilled blood, reddened by the same heat that flushed his cheeks darker than usual. Eyes going half-lidded for a moment at the sight of Terry deciding to lick at his sword, Ryuuji unconsciously mimicked the gesture, tongue darting out for a second to flicker against his lips before a cloud of bats suddenly swooped down over the throne.

They blocked him from view for a moment, sequestering him, then were past him, flying up and away as a dark splotch of black against the goldden piles of valuables. Up so high that Ryuuji had to tip his head back to follow them with his eyes, tracking their flight path and exposing the clean, smooth lines of his neck as he lounged carelessly on his throne, dripping with jewels and exhuding a sense of the type of that danger that was just too tempting to avoid. Eyes narrowing, he could barely make out the bats that hung themselves upside down from the ceiling of the cave. An invasion of his territory, yes, but Ryuuji had invited Terry there. Ryuuji wanted Terry there, and that meant everything that came with him.

And if Terry needed bats up there to watch over him... Well. Ryuuji could deal with that.

Attention off the help on the sidelines, Ryuuji stretched, the movement slow and sensual, and then returned to watching Terry approach, a dark, dreamy smile on his lips and anticipation clear in his eyes. Terry looked good enough to eat, and really, that was precisely what Ryuuji had invited him down for.

A dragon's cave with companion bats. They were making themselves at home there. Traitors. They didn't even tug at all of Ryuuji's spilled hair. He didn't concentrate on them though, the distraction had given him a headstart to start jogging across the bridge as quickly as he dared, sword held in front of him for balance.

By the time Ryuuji looked at him again. He was almost across and the sword had just began to show beads of water and take on a more soft velvet color, prelude to softening. It was probably the only soft thing in the room. Terry stepped off the bridge and watched Ryuuji's display. It matched the tone in the letters. It dared him. He let the challenging side of himself show, eyes filled with heat and started walking towards the cauldron.

Ryuuji shifted on the throne, spine twisted oddly so that his left elbow rested on the arm of it, his own hand curved over his cheek so that he could support his head, and reached for the plate with his other hand. Another strawberry was chosen, and dipped down into the cauldron, and Ryuuji nibbled at it delicately while waiting for Terry to come closer, the heat in his eyes matched by the intensity in Ryuuji's. The challenge that Terry's stride held did not go unnoticed by Ryuuji; it made his smile widen, take on a viciously amused edge that had it hovering on the verge of becoming a smirk.

He licked his fingers clean when the strawberry was finished, fingers bare of anything but his wrists covered in thin gold bangles that clattered softly against each other, practically noiseless against the crackling of the firey pathway that Terry had crossed, and extended his hand into the cauldron directly this time, coating them up to the second joint with molten chocolate that shone wetly in the flickering firelight. They crooked inwards slightly, a command and invitation at once, and a drop of chocolate slid down the center of his middle finger to rest in his palm, a dark drop of color against the pale gold of his skin.

He grinned. But the people who would have recognized it was Batman's smile, the one with the wicked, dangerous edges, were no where near and not likely to be. He wouldn't have recgonized it himself, the version he knew had several more layers of experience as well as a scar. Terry strode towards the cauldron first and sank his sword into it, up to the wrist. He pulled out his hand and placed two fingers near Ryuuji's lips.

"There's someone to clean it off now."

No words answered his statement, but instead, a low, soft growl that sounded like it came from the back of Ryuuji's throat, rumbling roughly like sandpapered velvet, bare in some places and smooth in others. Ryuuji bent his head forwards just enough to take both fingers into his mouth, sucking hungrily even as his own fingers dragged over first Terry's left cheek, then his right. Two lines of smeared chocolate were left behind; war paint. Tattoos of possession. An excuse to touch him, though by this point, excuses were really not needed in the least- and as an excuse went, it was as transparent as the want in his eyes that burnt his eyes a dark green.

That hand dropped down, grabbed Terry's forearm, and there was surprising strength in the seemingly delicately fingers. The bangles fell down Ryuuji's arm, clinking together at his elbow in a heavy mass of gold and exposing his wrist, even as Ryuuji returned to focusing his attention on cleaning Terry off, tongue swiping all the chocolate off, mouth fastening to the skin and sucking at the creases at the joints of Terry's fingers, lipping over the lines in the center of his palm and drawing the delicate webbing between the thumb and index finger into his mouth. It was a careful, thorough and above all else, dedicated effort, and Ryuuji finished it by placing a soft kiss to the inside of Terry's wrist, then draping himself bonelessly over the throne again with a soft, satisfied sigh, even as he watched the other from under dark eyelashes, the teasing, challenging smirk still on his lips.

Chocolate smeared on his face, his arm...Ryuuji was sucking him. It might just have been his fingers, but that's not what his body felt. He knew because low on his belly felt coiled and tense and ready and the fingers just twitched between those red lips, slipping back and forth, curling up, tugging occasionally. His fingers were owning Ryuuji's mouth, and when they were released, when Ryuuji kissed his arm as if he hadn't just been doing what he'd been doing and leaned back against the throne like it was over. Terry rumbled. Up in the ceiling there was a sudden flutter as the bats found new positions, and Terry leaned over, twisted his fingers in Ryuuji's hair, toppling the crown and kissed him.

He'd had one talk about relationships and becoming attracted to someone from the wrong side. It'd been a long talk. It'd mentioned the adrenaline high, the controlled recklessness, the level of intensity that came from wearing the cowl and doing what he did. Terry had no doubt that it, being Batman, working with B, had all saved him from backsliding into his old life. That and the original impetus to put the suit on. And he could feel it now, all the things he let out in careful doses of sarcasm and backtalk and occasional goading. It poured through his lips and tongue while he ruthlessly tongue-fucked the body he was holding still, to within an inch of life. He did it slowly, leisurely but that didn't detract from the single minded focus of it, or the determination. Ryuuji was going to be kissed. And he was going to remember this kiss. The way someone might remember a blow that sent them to the ground or across a room to slam hard and loose all their breath. It wasn't at all the way he'd kiss a girl, the way he'd ever kissed girls. He had a feeling they might have slapped him. He didn't think Ryuuji would. Just in case though, the chocolate smeared arm went to press down against the swirling green dragon on the tunic. If he was somehow doing this wrong, he wanted to do it wrong for as long as possible, because damn, it felt good.

Ryuuji had no intention of slapping Terry, but neither did he intend on just lying there passively and being kissed, as if he had no will of his own, or could do nothing but take it. Instead, he returned the kiss recklessly, head tilted back and throat exposed, arching off the chair with his shoulders only, the rest of him trapped in place by the arm over his tunic. The hand that he'd been using to support himself grabbed at Terry's armor, fingernails scraping against the metal and skidding down so that it was the leather straps that the fingers hooked over. They didn't tug but instead, pulled, a forceful demand that Terry get closer.

Dragons could give as good as they got, and since Ryuuji's mouth was being claimed by Terry's tongue, Ryuuji focused on the other's lips, angling his head so as to be able to bite at them, teeth catching and running over the full curve of the other's lower lip, pressing down against his upper one, just hard enough to be painful in the way that tingled-tickled without hurting. Terry tasted like the chocolate that Ryuuji had sent him, dark and rich and bitter, while Ryuuji's mouth was still flavored with the strawberries he'd snacked on while waiting, crushed juice a tart counterpart against the darker taste of the chocolate that he'd cleaned from Terry's hand. And as the kiss went on, the taste of chocolate overwhelmed that of the strawberries, Ryuuji not caring about anything but this moment, so very intense and combative. Not hostile, but challenging, Terry seeking to make sure that Ryuuji remembered the kiss, and Ryuuji wanting Terry to remember whom he was.

It wouldn't be enough for Ryuuji if Terry just remembered this kiss. Ryuuji wanted Terry to remember him.

He was being pulled down, but his instinct was to pull back up. Which meant he wasn't holding Ryuuji down anymore, but Terry didn't care. He didn't care when the leather strained and pulled against his skin leaving pink-ish purple marks. Or when it snapped. Or when the metal shoulder and arm protection went bouncing tinnily against a pile of coins, filling the room with the sound of metallic rain. His fingers curled in the silk tunic and he pulled with both hands, bringing Ryuuji closer.

Strawberries and chocolate and something hot. Metal and fire and a tingling that his brain told him was magic (Ryuuji's magic) even as it wondered about the existance and possibilities of it. And the thought made something in him answer, as if it'd been locked away waiting for him to be in this reality. And it was dark fire. Instinctively, Terry pulled back. That wasn't a feeling to have now. He struggled for space, and to catch his breath and found himself licking at Ryuuji's lips, nipping at them, one knee up on the throne as he balanced them both.

There was bare skin under Ryuuji's fingers now, warm and smooth, and he ran his fingertips over the other's arm experimentally, pressing down against the hard muscle he could feel. Terry was free from scars for the most part, and the musclature that made up his body was the densely-packed lean kind that Nightwing carried, but far less damaged. Thumb pressing into the crook of Terry's elbow for a moment, Ryuuji let his hands sweep over the other's back, testing the strength he felt there, probing at it with his fingers and palm. Not scratching, the way a girl would, but assessing, studying, learning not just the texture of Terry's skin but also the power that lay beneath it.

Hands settling on the small of Terry's back, Ryuuji pulled again, fingers interlocked and palms resting on either side of the other's spine. He didn't care if Terry went off-balance and fell on him; he'd relish it. He wanted to feel the other against him, lick the skin that he had just committed to memory, and hold true to his promise of drizzling the other with chocolate. He wanted, and the dark intensity of his eyes spoke clearly of that want, even as he tilted his head away from Terry's lips and half-attacked his neck, scraping soft bites over it, following them by swipes of his tongue to take away any possible sting, and kisses, dozens of them, light and fleeting and teasing, every bit as ephemeral as the hands on Terry's back weren't.

He was going to dream about this. And the thought made a blush start around his collar bones and hover there. The last time he'd clicked this fast with someone, gotten as out of control and just trusted his gut, was with Ten (Melissa). And he still dreamed about her, even though he didn't want to. The assault on his back shook him, and it was an assault, he was mapped, appraised and conquered all in the space of seconds, evaluated in a way that was familiar though this purpose wasn't. No one had touched him like this for pleasure.

His head fell down mouth searching for something, anything. He felt flesh and bone and bit, gently against Ryuuji shoulder. This wasn't slow. This was no where near slow. He'd let Ryuuji convince him not to back off, but he'd been planning on being slow, on getting to know him better in a way other than the way that involved nakedness... and Ryuuji had entirely too many clothes on. There was a jeweled something in the corner, Terry grabbed it, and used a sharp edge to rip at and open up the cloth. He missed the suit's claws, they'd have made very short work of the tunic. As it was, Terry had the pleasure of ripping it off Ryuuji's shoulders in a way that should have alarmed him, if it weren't for the promise in Ryuuji's eyes. The one that made things rush and pool and throb in a way that made it difficult to think past the moment.

Ryuuji could feel the blush on Terry's skin, the heat that tickled the surface a dark red-pink, could practically taste it. It was like the flush of arousal, but softer, not as intense, and Ryuuji dragged his tongue over it, tracing it and following it until it blended back into the normal creamy skin. Teeth nipping at the collarbone lightly, Ryuuji bit down, letting his teeth skim over it before his lips pressed together in a kiss over the freshly-bitten territory. He did that again and again, as if he could never tire of tasting Terry, hand continuing to explore the other's torso, the tips of his fingers running along the lines of etched muscle.

He stopped only to let Terry tear that tunic off him, helpfully pressing his shoulders back against the material so that it would stretch out more and be easier to rip. It felt like cool air should have hit him once the thin silk was gone from his shoulders, but it was as if there was no difference, the heat that sang through Ryuuji's veins only increasing at the feel of Terry's fingers against his bare skin. The white material pooled around his waist, and Ryuuji shifted, one hand dropping down to grab the back of Terry's knee and jerk forwards, demanding and impatient. This was good. This was fun. He wanted Terry on him now so that they could go back to those drugging, heated kisses, sprawled over his throne and the next best thing to naked with Terry in that kilt and Ryuuji in his leather trousers.

Actually naked would be a bit much, and Ryuuji was aware of that in some corner of his mind that wasn't focused on how it felt to just lick at Terry's collarbone, over and over again until it was so slick that it practically shone. He arched upwards again, and his other hand curved over Terry's back, pulling him forwards again as the gold of Ryuuji's nipple piercing winked brightly in the unsteady light cast by the fire.

Tug, stumble, heat. It was the only way Terry could make sense of just what happened. One minute his hand was sliding down Ryuuji's arm, over his chest, down to his waist, fingers curling in to hold, as if his body knew exactly what to do and could he please stop thinking. The next he lost his balance. He went to brace himself, but his other hand didn't want to let go of it's hold on Ryuuji's hair. And the other flailed, and then...heat. Pressure. Friction.

Terry grunted in surprise, soft and sweet like a boxer going down for the count. His hips moved, wriggled and writhed and took over, like some mockery of the slow careful groping that was all his prior experience. And the hand that hadn't found something to hold onto before, squeezed between the cool of the throne and the hot of Ryuuji's leather clad ass. It squirmed and cupped and pressed his fingers in and pulled and another sound escaped Terry's lips. Something rolled up along his spine, like a switch for his whole body. "Yes." From far away he wondered how his voice could sound that dark when he wasn't even concentrating. The hand in Ryuuji's hair abandoned its post to join the other on his ass and that hand went to flick the twinkle of gold that'd caught Terry's eye.

Ryuuji hadn't said a word so far, surprisingly silent thoroughout the whole encounter with the exception of the growl he'd made earlier - the sounds had been of lips sliding over skin, teeth clicking against teeth during their kiss, and the nearly noiseless scrape of teeth over flesh-covered bone. It was odd for him to be so quiet, and yet at the same time, it seemed right, Ryuuji's attention all focused on the taste of creamy skin and slide of skin-on-skin, nothing spared for his normal remarks and banter. He wasn't even bothering to encourage Terry the way he normally would; Terry really didn't seem to need it in the least, and Ryuuji prefered to save his breath for other things.

The sound of the other's voice though, dark and rich and sure, sent a thrill of liquid pleasure through Ryuuji's veins, making him rock up against Terry even as he shifted within the other's hands, trying to press both up and down simultaneously. The light touch to the nipple ring drew a moan from him that was closer to a scream, sharp and cut-off, eyes widening at the intensity of it. The flesh was still hypersensitized from the recent piercing, and Ryuuji couldn't help but curl his fingers into Terry's hair with one hand, yanking him down into an open-mouthed kiss, the other hand pressing on the small of Terry's back to keep him sprawled out over Ryuuji. The screaming of Ryuuji's spine at being forced to keep up an odd position went entirely unnoticed by the green-eyed boy; as far as he was concerned, it could just shut up at take it. Ryuuji was too busy sliding his hand down to grope at Terry's ass, then down further to test the hard muscles at the back of his thighs, and the place where leather gave way to skin.

Instinct, and a teasing, challenging, nature made Terry's thumb circle the piercing after that half bitten sound. Around and around and around, never getting nearer. He used it to ground himself during the kiss, sucked down into sensations of lips and tongue and teeth; warm, wet...welcoming. Ryuuji's mouth felt welcoming. And when a turn of his head smeared some of the chocolate that had been put on his cheeks, Terry pulled back long enough to lap, slowly at first, the top then the bottom, getting every last trace.

Being pulled down had won, gravity had him over Ryuuji, on his knees, their limbs tangled up on the throne, braced awkwardly but insistantly. Terry pulled against the fingers in his hair and moved his head down to suck lightly on Ryuuji's chin. It was almost the same taste as inside his mouth, just fainter. Much fainter. A tease really. It made Terry nip. Somewhere in that same far corner of his mind, a voice was whispering that this was sex. Not the slow, careful, constantly questioning, fumbling things he'd enjoyed briefly before. Those were special for their own reasons. But this was sex. For the rest of his life when he thought about sex, he was going to think about a green eyed boy, in a room full of gold and trying to keep his balance on an impossible throne. The thought made him shudder. Or maybe that was Ryuuji's bare hand on his bare thigh.

The flush on Terry's collarbone seemed contagious - it colored Ryuuji's cheeks a dark pink, reddened his lips as he tilted his head backwards to Terry in the same way he would if it were raining and he wanted to feel it on his face. Sensitive nerve endings tingling at the touch of the other's hand on his chest, he writhed, body twisting-pressing-pushing almost helplessly up against Terry's for a few moments before Ryuuji managed to get control, kiss broken so that Terry could lick him clean. The fingers in Terry's hair loosened somewhat, and then let go completely, pressing down against Terry's spine as if Ryuuji wanted every vetebrae to hit his fingers with the force of a roadblock.

His breathing wasn't labored, but quickened, cut-off and ragged in a way that fighting could rarely make it, Terry's mouth - so warm, so wet, so hot - disrupting his patterns of thought, of everything, more effectively than anything to do with violence ever could. Spreading his fingers out, he gripped at the muscle on the other's thigh, flexing his hand to see how compacted it was, then let go, fingers skimming down to trace over the back of the other's knees, tensing against the veins there and pulsing downwards. He touched the curves of Terry's calves as well, another squeeze of them assessing the strength of the other boy, and through a twist that should have surely had them thrown off the throne if they hadn't been both so agile, managed to touch the outside of Terry's ankle, fingers ghosting over it for a second before he let himself relax into a more normal position, and drew Terry down into another kiss of shared triumph even as his fingers stole their way back up Terry's legs, cupping his ass confidently and mimicking what Terry had done to him, testing and approving both at once.

The touch on his knees made him shudder and whine, deep in his throat like a hum. His hands broke off of Ryuuji and Terry fumbled at the kilt and his boxer-brief's beneath because they were far, far too tight. He gave a sigh of relief when he'd adjusted things, then stopped, suddenly aware that Ryuuji would have watched him do that. That his hands were still under his kilt.

Then there was a twist, turn, roll and they were suddenly a hell of a lot more comfortable, and Ryuuji's hands were on his ass, or damn near close enough because cotton was thin. Terry's head dropped down to the other boy's shoulder, his own hands braced on sure hips and the now warm throne. His blush was caught in his throat, making his breath stagger for a moment, and Terry recovered by focusing instead on all the skin he could feel flush against his cheeks. It was his turn to worship collar bones, distract himself with grazes of his lips and little teasing sucks while trying to keep his hips just a little way up, just a little out of touch; time to recover. Time to make it stretch out and last. Unconsciously Terry was making his way to Ryuuji's lips for those meshing kisses that meant and would mean Ryuuji, for as long as his memory lasted.

Arousal dilated his pupils, and it was with black eyes ringed with green that Ryuuji watched Terry break away from him, hands sliding under his own kilt and shifting, moving - Ryuuji nearly reached out for him, lips parting to issue an invitation before he realized what the other was doing. Not yet? Fine. He'd just enjoy the show instead.

Leaning back a little more, Ryuuji watched Terry adjust himself, and darted his tongue out unthinkingly, licking over his lips. The way that Terry froze (deer in the headlights, hen confontred by fox) brought out every predatory instinct Ryuuji had (well, most of them), and he had to press his hands down against the warm marble of the throne to stop himself from grabbing Terry and undoing all his efforts to regain some self-control over the matter. Self-control was overrated, Ryuuji was sure of it. Why deny yourself something pleasurable and then be proud of it? It sounded like sheer stupidity to him, even moreso now that he had such an example of it in action.

A faint, near-whimper left Ryuuji's throat, stealing out through his lips at the continued loss of contact as Terry returned, the delicious friction between them suddenly missing for the most part. The teasing way in which Terry treated his collarbone didn't help, Ryuuji craving more and expressing it in the boldness of his own touches, squeezing not hard enough to bruise, but in the same testing manner that he'd used before. He was tempted to just curve them and pull firmly down, to force them closer together once more, but refrained.

Terry probably had a good reason to delay this. Really. Something tugged at the back of Ryuuji's mind, something to do with the incredulous question 'sex skills?!' in tiny text, but it couldn't do more than tug, not when Terry hooked Ryuuji's attention and drew it to him with every bit of attention that was lavished on Ryuuji's neck and collarbone.

The first time Terry kissed Ryuuji's skin, not sucked, nipped or licked, was when the arching line of neck presented to him was too impossible to resist. But he knew just how sensative and fragile the area was. So he kissed it, hesitantly. A small, tiny press of his lips, squeeze and release. The little smack sounded loud in his own ears.

His nose trailed down and he kissed again, moving across to the sharp protrusion in the line and kissing again and then up to just under Ryuuji's chin. It was gentle. Tender. Curiousity accepted and satisfied. It wasn't sex. Not quite in the same way. It reminded him in fact of Dana and Melissa and putting Ryuuji in that category in that way made Terry pull back and just look at him. If he could have seen himself, or thought about it, he'd have realized he was searching for something, questioning something. But he was still moving on instinct and the thoughts were forming in abstract in his mind. He sat back suddenly on his heels, still just looking, hands moving up to brace against the side of Ryuuji's face, looking at the red, plush lips, darkened eyes, glimmers of something rose beneath the golden skin. His thumb stroked just along and under the Ryuuji's fashionable eye make-up.

His thumb found the scar there, hidden under the black and traveled down, just as carefully, barely touching. Scars were intimate in a way he knew the other man would understand. And then Terry kissed him again, leaned over with a barely there press of his lips, tasting....something. He wouldn't have known what. He couldn't quite understand where the competitive edge and the need had temporarily retreated to. Although he could feel himself moving his hips over and around on the lap beneath him. The soft barely there kiss, with the tiny entreaty of tongue, was asking a question, rediscovering Ryuuji all over again - but from another angle.

...Yeah. That made the tiny, nagging voice at the back of Ryuuji's mind a whole lot louder and more insistant, pieces clicking into place to create something that was thrown to the front of his mind. The sudden downshift in intensity, the gentle unsurety? Familiar to Ryuuji, and he had the feeling that his body would hate him for what he was about to do but...

The feel of Terry's thumb grazing the fine scar that Ryuuji hid with makeup distracted Ryuuji momentarily, stilling the question he was about to ask as Ryuuji bit down on his lower lip, half-frustrated. He hadn't meant for Terry to find that! No matter. He had to- And then Terry kissed him, and it was so tender, and shy and hesitant that it turned Ryuuji's question into a formality, really, but one that had to be observed. Fuck.

Taking a few seconds to get his breathing under control, Ryuuji made himself swallow, and had to concentrate to not have his voice come out silken-smooth, the very definition of what was needed for a verbal seduction- when he spoke, it was in a decent mimicry of his normal manner, casual and relaxed. It was an act though, and nothing more, the heat still flaring inside him even as he tried to make himself calm down. Eyes on Terry's, Ryuuji removed one hand from under Terry's kilt, cupping the other's chin and holding it still so that Terry couldn't try to kiss him, would know not to move. "Have you," And he paused, for just a second, choosing his words carefully, "Done this before?"

And Terry would say no, or try to dodge, and Ryuuji made prevaricating just that much harder with a calculated squeeze of the other's ass, dark eyes intent on the other's face and the thrum of blood in his veins loud enough to surely drown out any answer Terry could give.

It didn't occur to Terry to lie. He could lie, had lied about other things; what his after school job was, how he was handling his father's death, who his old friends were, certainly. But lying didn't cross his mind in that moment. Though he smiled, letting Ryuuji hold him still. "In a lair filled with gold, on a throne, with a Dragon Prince ?" The smile curled a little more at the nickname. "No." The squeeze to his ass, the almost urgency of it, made him continue quickly.

"In a bed with a girl. Yes. A girl I cared about. Yes." He arched a brow, not saying anything else, just holding Ryuuji's gaze before saying, evenly, "No. Is that a problem ?"

"...Yes." Ryuuji exhaled, letting out the breath that he hadn't known he was holding, and his eyes held an odd sympathy under the frustration that colored them. Closing his eyes, focusing on making his breathing as steady as possible and calming his heart rate, Ryuuji looked nearly back to normal when he opened his eyes again, only the red-pink that stained his collarbones and the fullness of his lips betraying what they'd been doing. "Because it means that you didn't know what you were doing, and we both got carried away."

Okay. Moving away a little from Terry would be a good thing. Ryuuji let go of the other's chin reluctantly, fingers lingering just a little longer than they had to against the other's skin, then breathed in again, concentrating on keeping his voice steady and eyes clear. "I think we had better stop."

And it took a lot of willpower to stop himself from adding 'for now'.

He chuckled, confused but still quietly banked by whatever it was that had made him slow down. "I don't know what I'm doing because you're male ?" He didn't move from where he sat straddled over Ryuuji and he wouldn't until this was over. The word over echoed a bit and Terry dragged his mind to the present.

"That's part of it, yeah. And also part of it is just because I'm me, and I'm persuasive when I want something, and if you're reacting like that because of what I want, then it's not fair to you because you don't really know what you want, just that you're wanting. " Okay. Talking was good. Talking let him focus on the sound of his own voice, the patterns of his breathing, the way that Terry reacted to his words - all of that was better to focus on that how close Terry was still to him, and how easy it would be to drag him down and kiss him again, awaken the fire in Terry that mirrored Ryuuji's.

Ryuuji had to stop himself from licking over his lips as he shifted under Terry, trying to make himself sit up properly as he pointed out, "And you only met me recently. And I could be wrong, but you don't really strike me as the type to drape yourself over people you've only interacted with once or twice, and if I'm right about that, I'm also right that this was moving way faster than you usually would." It was tempting to give Terry a look, to dare him to deny it so that Ryuuji would have an excuse to return to what he was doing, but Ryuuji refrained from doing so, curling his toes tightly instead so that they didn't so much as peek out of the bottom of his leather trousers.

"Which means as the older and more experienced one, I have to tell you to stop because it's getting out of hand."

Pause. Being responsible SUCKS.

...No, wait, that's what I want to be doing right about now.


He smiled, trying to hide another chuckle. "You've got a pretty inflated sense of ego... right, Vanity. I almost forgot." Terry didn't lean in, didn't do anything persuasive he just looked, showing the heat was just behind his eyes. "I wouldn't be here, in this room, on this very uncomfortable chair if I didn't want to be here. Don't think that because I got information out of you about how you'd handle Dick's possible jealousy or emnity, or because I honestly don't want you caught in some Bat-sibling war, that I'm letting myself be led."

His thumb brushed Ryuuji's chin. "Slytherin on the inside, remember. We don't go anywhere we don't want to go." He tilted his head, "Do you want me to go, Dragon ? Despite your invitation and your map ?"

"Believe me, the last thing I want is for you to leave." A wry smirk curved Ryuuji's lips, and he gave the other an amused look, dipping his mouth down just enough to nip at Terry's thumb playfully, teeth biting down for just a second before he let go and tugged his head away, tilting it back again to look at Terry assessingly. The heat behind those dark, brilliant eyes - that was wanted. That was welcome. That, he recognized.

But...

Both hands now behind him, twisted oddly, he pressed himself upwards just enough to brush a shy, tentative kiss over Terry's lips, tongue barely swiping against the center of them, eyes wide open and somehow shockingly vulnerable. It wasn't so much a kiss as a promise of one, and Ryuuji let his expression quickly return to the more thoughtful one he had before, tone flat again. "But when you kiss me like that, I think it might be better for you to go."

Because I'm not sure I have what you're looking for. Maybe only what you want.

He flinched. The quick shift from casual to open to.... flat ? Appraising ? Assessing ? He flinched and he swallowed. "You don't want me wanting to get to know you better." The question was swallowed up by Terry's own surpression of his emotions. But he hadn't quite mastered shutting down his eyes and they flared, with anger and disappointment and confusion before he thought to focus on something that would encourage them to go blank. Like a coin just past the throne.

"This isn't the first time things have gone fast. This fast." A pause. "You seemed to know yourself better than she did." He did shift, not moving off, but slipping over so he could sit with his legs off the throne, beside Ryuuji. At the very least he wanted some damn chocolate out of this. His jaw clenched and Terry thought about mundane things again; metro elevators, science class, stubbing his toe.

The flinch made Ryuuji bite down on his lower lip, as did the quick twist of emotions in Terry's eyes. Damn. That... hadn't been his intention at all. He was trying to stop this before Terry got hurt, before Terry fell for him and opened up more than was needed. Except it seemed that wouldn't happen without an argument, and how weird was it that Ryuuji would have to argue against something he'd normally want?

Tone calm, soft and sympathetic, Ryuuji shook his head and corrected the other gently, "No. I don't want you trying to use sex as a shortcut to get to know me better, or to get disappointed if it doesn't work." He was half-expecting to get slapped for that last part, but he had to add it if he was being fair. Without even thinking, he reached out and curled an arm over Terry, palm cupping the sharp curve of one shoulderbone and fingers splayed out loosely, a silent plea for the boy to not move away from him.

As for moving fast... "And are you two still friends? I might know myself better than her, but I don't know how you'll react in the morning, or if you'll still want to hang out with me. I try to avoid situations that look likely to end up hurting people I like."

He stiffened a bit and stayed looking out over the lava pits and the bridge. "Sex isn't a shortcut. It's the hard way." Because it was all interpretation, not truth. "And that wasn't it at all."

He'd just realized that he did actually want to get to know Ryuuji better, that there was so much more to the other teenager. Things he wondered if he'd be priviledged to see. Things that tagged flicker-flashes of ideas and concepts in his mind that were half about exploring friendship, half about wondering at even matches, and defying mathamatical equations, half about wondering if Ryuuji would even be open to something more. He'd been trying to ask without knowing how to ask or what to ask.

Terry shrugged, not quite trying to twist out of Ryuuji's grasp, but trying to shake out the rush in his ears he knew was drowning out some of Ryuuji's words.

"Maybe for you it's the hard way; it felt too instinctive to be anything except a shortcut for me. " Ryuuji felt the other tense up under his touch, but didn't let go. He didn't like letting go, especially of people he liked and was trying to keep talking to him. And it wasn't like he was holding Terry pinned or anything. It was just one hand, and it was on Terry's shoulderblade, and Ryuuji wanted to kiss that as well, nibble and lick at it like he had at Terry's collarbone.

The use of the past tense was deliberate, Ryuuji refering to that encounter in particular when he said it was 'instinctive'. Yeah, there were times when he planned his moves out before, when he had to get feedback and figure out what to do next, but that hadn't been one of them; that had been easy and natural, Ryuuji barely even thinking about what he was doing as he did it. It had felt right to draw Terry down on the throne, to strip his armor off him and leave him defenseless, to take kisses from his lips and gift them back to the skin of his neck. And acting on instinct wasn't difficult in the least, not compared to the types of long, heartfelt conversations that it would take to normally get someone to a similar level of closness

There was a pause for the space of three heartbeats, and then Ryuuji pointed out, "And you didn't answer my question about what happened with the girl afterwards."

"Ten was part of the Royal Flush Gang. It was the only family she'd ever known. She wouldn't give them up. The first time I understood. The second time, when they lied to her and she still chose them, I didn't." He didn't want to give up too much right now, not even her real name. And he didn't really want to say anything else at all.

Terry moved to stand. "How about I go get my clothes, and come back and we overload on sugar ?" It was said lightly with a small smile even. But it didn't reach his eyes.

Not for the first time, Ryuuji was glad that his father was dead. Because he knew that when it came down to it, if anyone had tried to make him choose between his father and them before he'd been disowned, the choice would have been his father. Always. And that was with everything that his father did to him taken into consideration.

Though, from the sounds of it, it hadn't been moving too fast that had spoilt things for Ten and Terry, at least.

Letting Terry draw away from him, Ryuuji sat up properly as well, the self-indulgent sprawl no longer there as he switched to sitting cross-legged and glanced down at the remains of the tunic, white silk shining brightly against the dark leather of his trousers. Shifting a little, he pulled it off him, and dropped it to puddle near the base of the throne before tilting his head up at Terry. Smile in his mouth and not in his eyes, huh?

...Ryuuji didn't really like that, which showed in the way he tilted his head to a side, and asked quietly, "Why bother changing? If you stay here, then we can start on the sugar overloading now."

He shrugged and ran a hand through his hair, back unconsciously flexing. He didn't have an answer he wanted to give. But a glance at his arm gave him a solution. "This way I can cover up the scars. The last thing we need is to be drawn into asking questions, right ? Total chocolate absorbtion." He didn't wait for an answer, starting towards the bridge and the hope of his clothes on the other side.

"I hope you brought something other than strawberries." He called without looking back.

"Nightwing and the others have more scars than you do." Ryuuji pointed out, but blinked at the idea of 'total chocolate absorption'. That sounded good, yeah, but it also sounded like him and Nightwing in France, getting absolutely wasted so that they wouldn't need to think about the crazy cultists or anything that happened. And Ryuuji didn't want this to be something that Terry wanted to forget. He'd kissed Terry to be remembered, to be wanted, not to be ignored as someone that didn't matter.

Since Terry wasn't looking at him, Ryuuji let himself slouch back in the chair, uncrossing his legs and curling up like a cat would, and pouted. Damnit. This really wasn't the way he'd wanted things to turn out.

In response to the comment on strawberries, Ryuuji made his tone perk up and responded, "Plenty!" And it was true. There were wedges of banana, lots of different types of biscuits, grapes, cherries, ice-cream...

And if it came to that, what was wrong with asking questions anyway?
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