the black goat of a thousand young

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[center Sirens sound in the distance. Horns blare. Stoplights flicker, dim in the coming dark. People rush by on the sidewalks while cars cruise by, rumbling over dry pavement. The world is at peace.]

[center And yet it is not. A dark power crushes close, insinuating itself among humankind secretly. Velveteen claws are curled into places of security and power, sheathed only until they can strike once and decisively. Every institution has been infiltrated. The intruders are everywhere, hidden in plain sight. Until the claws are unsheathed and the trap snapped shut, even the infiltrators do not know what they are. Human in appearance, human in nature, in every way, from memory to appearance, a perfect replica of those whom they have replaced. ]

[center There is no secret organization to oppose them. There is no resistance to be had against that which does not exist. Those who discover the truth cast their eyes aside and claim they did not see, for to admit to have seen such horror is to admit insanity. ]

[center Their patience is boundless. They have waited for generations, for millennia, watched humanity claw its way towards the unknowable beyond, but now their waiting is almost done. The coil bends, the pressure plate dips, the spring is compressed. And when the trap is sprung, nothing will be left of this Earth but ash.]

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The black goat's thousand young are among us, perfectly disguised, preparing their final assault upon the Earth. When the thousandth child arrives, then will their disguises be cast aside and Earth's dominion shall be transferred to those beyond human understanding.

We play a pair of humans who have been upset from their homes by imposters who are, impossibly, identical to themselves in every way, down to the very memories. My character has been displaced for some time, while yours has only just been replaced. In this time of confusion, your character finds themselves drawn to mine, and mine offers yours guidance, hope, and a way to fight. So long as all thousand are not on earth, the trap remains unshut. And we two are the only two who know, the only two who can oppose them.

I want this roleplay to be dark and mature-themed. The black goat's young cannot be told from ordinary mortal humans until after a vital blow has been struck. There will be paranoia, fear, uncertainty, and surest of all, death. This is a long, hard battle with no certain outcome, where anyone and anything might turn against us at any moment. This roleplay is strongly influenced by Lovecraft, as you might have guessed from the title. The black goat's young are beings that defy human understanding, but they can be killed, or at least sent back to the dark realm from which they come. Romance is not necessary, but I would prefer a heterosexual or mxm relationship, if you desire it. I am very much open to any suggestions you might have as to where the plot might go.

Feel free to ask questions. Please pm me the skeleton below once you are ready to apply. This is not first come, first serve.

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Daniel moved out of his way, and he took over the spray. He felt Daniel's eyes on him and flashed the man a quick smile. Right as he finished up, Daniel grabbed him tight. Bell looked at him, surprised. Daniel usually didn't initiate cuddling like this. It was nice, though. He petted Daniel's hair happily. Made him feel wanted.

"Mmm, I don't know. Where do you want to go?" he asked. He rinsed out the last of the soap and hugged Daniel back. "Anywhere in the world. Where should we go?"

They couldn't really. Never had been able to, and the longer they traveled, the more enemies they accumulated, the more true it became. Still, sometimes, he felt like it really was true. Like they really could go anywhere at all, if only they put their minds to it.

"Probably should go back into town to take on the Immortals," he suggested. There'd been some talk about going to get that one goat-woman's car, but by now, it would be towed and impounded in all but the most lenient of towns. They were stuck with the baby goat's motorcycle impression for now. The goatorcycle. He chuckled, then shook his head. It wasn't that funny.

"They seem pretty local for now, but that kind of shit can spread fast." They didn't need any second version of the hunters running around, chasing them down. Was this their fault for taking out the hunters, the ones who kept the goat population suppressed? Bell sighed. If only they'd been able to work together. It would've been so nice. A little regiment of hunters, running around at a point of his finger... except he wasn't human, and that was exactly the problem.

He turned around in Daniel's arms to give him one last kiss, then shut off the shower. "Let's get a move on." They couldn't laze around all day, as much as they might want to. One day, maybe. If everything finally settled down for a minute, then... He sighed. A man could dream, right?
  Bellwether / kaitoXi / 49m 46s
Looked like 'not entirely healed' meant Bell-boy still had to take shit easy. Daniel hoped riding the bike would be easier on the man than it had been the other day. Before he could lend a hand, Bell-boy sorted himself out and stood. He was caught by his waist and a kiss was placed haphazardly near his jaw.
Bell-boy was gone before he could ask whether the man's hips were now alright. Daniel followed, keen to have some hot water ease the soreness that'd settled in his limbs. Steaming hot water fogged up the mirror. It was still damp from earlier.

Soap appeared. It mingled with the hot water and Daniel just let Bell-boy give him some attention. His ass deserved it.
"Hey," he said lazily when Bell-boy's hands cleaned a little too close to his private areas. He really didn't have the drive to go again, tempting as it was. They'd end up going nowhere. A tap signalled he was now properly washed and Daniel shimmied under the spray to properly rinse. He drank some water while under the spray. Somehow, the acidity of the soda had made his stomach feel a little better, though it was a precarious standstill they'd achieved. Water wasn't what he craved right then.

Daniel pushed his hair back and made some room for Bell-boy to wash off and rested against the wall to watch. There was something comforting about having Bell right there. As if he'd be safe now. Safe from addiction and feeling ill because of it. All of that was nonsense, but it was a nice feeling regardless. Daniel inched closer and wrapped his arms around Bell before the man could leave him alone in the shower.

"Where're we going now, Bell-boy?" he asked softly. Though his fever was down, Daniel wasn't sure it'd stay that way and he sure wasn't quite feeling like his usual self yet. With the death of the two goats they'd chased, Daniel hoped the baby-goat's attackers had been dealt with. If that wasn't the case, they might be in for something else yet. He gently kissed the nape of Bell's neck and sighed out, docilely watching the water cascade down their intertwined bodies. Staying wasn't an option, he was well aware of that.
  Landon Turner / THERE IS NO EXPLANATION OR REASON / Urizen / 1h 9m 50s
He woke up with the shaking of the bed, but when he pried his eyes open to find it was only Daniel, he shut them again. Nothing important. He could doze off for a while yet.

A tap to his leg spelled the end of his leisurely dozing. Bell sighed and sat up, pushing back his hair with one hand. He was met with the pleasant view of a naked Daniel standing before the window, soda in hand. A smile pulled at the corner of his lips. Bell slid to the edge of the bed and stood.

His hips clicked. A jolt of pain went up his back, and he plopped back into the bed.

Bell rolled his eyes at himself and tried again. This time, everything held. It was nearly healed; he could feel it himself. He hadn't been cautious enough, was all.

He felt sticky and gross, but Daniel had it worse, so he didn't complain. Daniel wandered over to put his soda down, so Bell caught him around the waist and gave him a kiss right at the place where his jaw met his neck. "Mhm," he agreed. He wasn't overly worried. Daniel had chosen not to go drinking, so that alone was enough to put him over cloud nine. He was already not holding them back by not drinking. Unless that was what he meant. It didn't matter. He was happy either way.

He led the way into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Steaming water came up in moments. It hadn't had long to cool off after their last shower, it seemed. This time, he took the initiative in grabbing the soap and slowly washed all their mess off of Daniel. Though his hands wandered a bit, he reigned them in before they ended up back on the bed. They had to move on, after all. The Immortals were here, just out of sight.

It was more like old times than anything up until now. They got angry, they rolled around in the sheets, they made up. Bell snorted at the thought as he gave Daniel a tap to go rinse off and applied the soap to himself. Everything had changed, but in the end, nothing had changed.
  Bellwether / kaitoXi / 22h 9m 25s
Gentle fingers guided him to sleep. Daniel felt a faint kiss being pressed against his forehead and then his consciousness was swept away for a whole two hours. It couldn't have been less. The mother of all headaches disagreed with the influx of light streaming in through the curtains and the noise out on the hallway. Daniel peeled his eyes open and groaned. On top of everything else, his ass was now sore as well.
But fuck it, it'd been worth it.

Daniel lifted his head and let it drop again. Everything felt heavy. His stomach still didn't feel good and the room smelled of old vomit. His vomit. His second attempt at sitting up proved a little more successful. Daniel lifted his legs over the edge of the bed and sat there for a few long seconds before he pushed off. It didn't take long before he found the soda Bell-boy had been talking about the other day. He cracked open a window to let in some fresh air. Stickiness made his skin feel gross.

Oh yeah, they'd done the lazy-ass thing and had fallen asleep right after sex.
And they'd likely have to move. Bell-boy had mentioned something about the Immortals being close. For now, he didn't see anything suspicious outside. He took a few swigs from the soda and tapped Bell-boy's leg.
"C'mon, Bell-boy, up 'n at em," he encouraged the man.
He didn't exactly feel any sort of awake himself, but he couldn't be left to wallow in whatever ailed him. Life stream-rolled on without him if he let it. At least he hadn't woken up puking this time.

Daniel gazed outside and drank some more of the soda, until he didn't feel as heavy or unsteady.
"Let's have a shower and get out of here," he offered up to Bell-boy. He might not feel as great as he'd like, but it'd be fine for at least half a day's travel, he hoped. Daniel pushed his hair back and only then realized he was still very much naked. Nothing Bell-boy hadn't seen before. It was comfortable.

A shiver made him long for the blankets or a hot shower. He felt more clear-minded at least. Daniel put the soda on the bedside table and scratched the back of his head.
"I'll try not to hold us back this time," he said with a serious tone to his voice.
  Landon Turner / THERE IS NO EXPLANATION OR REASON / Urizen / 1d 3m 48s
He was beautiful. The shape of Daniel's body, the delicate way his body curved, the gasps for breath--everything was beautiful. Bell found himself replaying it in his mind even as he pulled out and collapsed next to Daniel, utterly exhausted. His hips ached, not something he was used to happening after he topped, but not unexpected either. He'd played for far too long, teasing Daniel over and over with hips that only just healed. But how could he resist? Everything Daniel did was far too cute.

Daniel cuddled closer. Bell eased his arm under Daniel and wrapped it around the man's shoulder. So perfect. Couldn't they stay cozy like this forever?

"M'kay, take a nap," he muttered back, lazy. It was hard not to be. He felt like all his tension and worries had been left behind. He was floating on a cloud, cuddling with Daniel in a fluffy bed. It couldn't get much better. He gently stroked Daniel's shoulder. "Love ya too."

The meek smile made his heart flutter. He felt so full of love that it almost seemed like he'd burst, his whole chest warm with it. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Daniel's forehead, then let the other man rest. For a while, he watched him sleep. Long eyelashes caught the light. Daniel's stomach rose and fell evenly, fair skin stained red by his handprints where he'd grabbed too tightly. Bell snorted and pulled the covers up a bit so Daniel wouldn't get cold. Daniel was his again. They'd confirmed it both ways; he was Daniel's, and now Daniel was his. His thoughts back on the motorcycle seemed a thousand miles away now. Another reality. A dark path that seemed so very distant now that he was here with Daniel, cuddling in the light.

Bell yawned and settled down himself. He'd slept a lot, but it was hard not to be sleepy after a thorough round like that. A part of him knew they should get up and rinse off, but he couldn't find the will to move, much less disturb Daniel when everything was so perfect. He let his eyes drift shut and relaxed. Sleep took him after only a few moments.
  Bellwether / kaitoXi / 1d 22h 4m 38s
He'd finally said enough for Bell-boy to give up and let go. Sensation filled him from the second Bell-boy had decided it was okay; the distance between the two of them closed, kisses were exchanged between rapid gasps and hands were everywhere. Daniel gasped, a willing victim to Bell-boy's enthusiasm, eagerly accepting both hurt and pleasure as it came. Each time it started to feel good, each time he threatened to get closer to that edge, Bell-boy toyed with him and waited.

Daniel moaned, licked his lips and pulled Bell in again and again, trying and failing to set the tempo of the other man the way he liked it. And then he did.
Slowly, but surely, Bell-boy did. Daniel couldn't keep up. Sparks danced across his vision, sweat pearled on his skin as his fever rose as high as his need. Bell-boy's intense blue eyes seemed to drill holes in his very soul. A kiss.
Bell-boy sped up.
Daniel gasped, unable to fight the momentum of what Bell had been building at. Seconds after Bell did, Daniel felt the release rush up at him in waves. He didn't have the oxygen to moan, otherwise he would've. As it was, Daniel just helplessly rode the climax out.

He let himself fall back on the bed, spent and out of breath. It'd felt so fucking good. If he had the energy, he'd have made attempts at a second run. Daniel could only rest there, on the bed, breathless and sated, until he recovered enough to speak.
Why didn't they do this sort of stuff more often anyway? Daniel half-heartedly turned to Bell, rested against the man's shoulder and slung a casual arm across Bell's stomach. He wanted to stay like this forever. Screw their enemies. They could wait.

Daniel closed his eyes and settled. There was just no way he was doing much of anything after that for the next couple of hours. Unless Bell-boy saw fit to supply him with a nice, cold drink. In which case he'd more than happily rise to that occasion, especially because he knew it'd make him feel a lot better overall.
"Love you Bell-boy," Daniel mumbled with a sigh. "'m going to take a nap," he said with a meek smile. He felt like he'd already done way too much that morning. He just wasn't a morning person in general.
  Landon Turner / THERE IS NO EXPLANATION OR REASON / Urizen / 1d 23h 48m 17s
Daniel's provocation was more than enough. The motion was almost too much. The claws in his back, the desperate kisses--he kissed back, joy warming his heart. Daniel wanted him. Still wanted him just as much as ever.

He was afraid. Daniel didn't seem the same. He'd seen other people. So much had changed. But this hadn't. Everything was still perfect when they were together.

Stronger than he thought. The last thread of Bell's rationality snapped. Bell grabbed Daniel by the hips and went for it. He thrusted hard, fast, as if Daniel might get away from him. Leaving down, he demanded kisses, snatched them between panted breaths. There was so little air. He felt lightheaded, warm all over, and failed to care. The only thing that mattered was how hot and tight Daniel was, the perfect way their bodies fit together.

He watched Daniel react to his thrusts, waited. Just when the man seemed about to go over the edge--just when he was almost there himself--he slowed. It was brutally slow, this pace, every stroke long so he could feel every part of Daniel. He shifted both the man's legs over his shoulders to go deeper, methodologically striking that place Daniel felt best, but slowly, oh so slowly.

He knew Daniel wouldn't like it, but that was exactly why he did it: to break up the pace, to make Daniel beg for more. He'd already begged so cutely, but Bell couldn't help it. He wanted to see more. Hear more. So he went slowly and waited. A fierce look of concentration was fixed on his face as he tried to hold himself back ever-so-carefully.

It was too much. He couldn't keep it up, and he didn't want to end this way. HHe let Daniel's legs down and leaned in to kiss him. His pace sped up, not as fast as before, but just the way Daniel always reacted best, striking that place deep inside over and over. He gazed into Daniel's eyes and knew he didn't have to say anything. It would all be okay. He leaned in and kissed Daniel as everything came to a head and he finally couldn't hold back any more. White hot pleasure filled every atom of his body, so unlike those other times with other men. All he could do was ride the wave and shiver helplessly as he came down.
  Bellwether / kaitoXi / 2d 2h 59m 20s
A growl. Just as he wanted, Bell-boy was aroused and rearing to go. Daniel clawed at Bell-boy's back, but the man pulled away and left him hanging. A whine was smothered from passing his lips. Unconsciously, his hand toyed with his need, repositioned it to be more comfortable, but he was wanting. Bell-boy returned quickly, a complementary jar of something in his hands Daniel was sure he'd regret going up his ass, but he failed to care.

Bell-boy prepared him eagerly. Small kisses distracted from the cold finger seeking entry and then he was quivering, waiting, left wanting more.
At least Bell was right up there with him.
No sooner did the man fit two fingers comfortably, Bell was inside of him, pushing deeper slowly. A gasp escaped him. Fuck. Bell was really ready. He hadn't felt this in such a fucking long time. Last time he'd topped.

"Fuck, fuck, Bell," Daniel muttered. Why the fuck did he ask it so gentle? Why the fuck were they waiting?
"Move, fuck, just move," he encouraged Bell-boy to just ravage him. To just leave him feeling crippled and anything other than the other shit that was undoubtedly waiting for him at the other end of this experience. Daniel clawed at Bell-boy's back, begged him with kisses and out of sheer desperation started to move himself so Bell wouldn't feel guilt over moving into him with a little more force. He was no little princess doll that had to be treated with just as much care. He wanted to feel.

Daniel realized all those months without Bell, he'd just stopped feeling anything. Life had just gone on by without him ever thinking about it. He hadn't stopped to see what was really going on. Nothing had mattered. Sex back then had just been an act. Like scratching your back. Nothing like what he was feeling right now. This was right. Them two together was the one time he felt right. Even after the goatling made sure he was mentally sane, it still hadn't felt right.
"Don't be scared, I'm stronger than you think," Daniel grinned up at Bell. That strength wasn't something Bell-boy had to be afraid of either. Together they'd face any adversary thrown their way, until they couldn't no more.
  Landon Turner / THERE IS NO EXPLANATION OR REASON / Urizen / 2d 5h 50m 40s
Daniel responded to his teasing, just as desperate as Bell hoped he'd be. More kisses. He couldn't think of anything else, just Daniel and the two of them and the way their bodies moved. The skin under his hands was so warm, so soft. He wanted to touch every inch, stay here all day entwined with Daniel and never get up. Their hips met. Bell let his dip as Daniel dropped back down, barely able to hold back. He wanted him. So bad.

Little nudges led him closer. He caught his breath and wrapped his arms around Daniel. The other's scent was almost overwhelming, even through the soap. He brushed up against it, slid past the outside, hips moving on their own. Daniel was warm, but here was warmer. He wanted to plunge inside and forget everything.

Daniel's words elicited a growl from Bell. He pushed up against him again without pushing home, just rubbing outside. He wanted to, damn it, but he didn't want to go as slow as he'd have to without lube, especially with all the time since he'd last held Daniel. Someone else might have held him in the interim; the thought made him red with anger, even though he'd done the same. He knew it wasn't rational, so he didn't say a thing.

He stood abruptly. His legs quivered from arousal, but held. He moved quickly to the bathroom and came back, the little complimentary jar of lotion in his hand. He was lucky they'd had something, or else he really would've had to do it raw. He grabbed one of Daniel's legs and put it over his shoulder, using that to prop him open and start working the lotion inside. Little kisses pressed to the inside of Daniel's leg, teasing him.

His patience way worn thin, though. He barely managed to work the lotion in, barely more than two fingers, before he grabbed Daniel's hips. [i Hell with it.] He couldn't hold on any longer. Daniel had gotten him this excited. Hopefully this was enough. Bell pushed inside, slowly. He wanted to shove in all at once, but somehow, he managed to hold back. Had to be mindful of Daniel. Had to be good.

So tight. Bell closed his eyes and held perfectly still. If he moved at all, he'd never stop moving. When some part of his rational mind came back, he pushed a little further. A little further, until he was fully buried. "Can I, can I move?" he panted, waiting for Daniel's go-ahead. One leg was still hooked over his shoulder. His hand splayed on Daniel's stomach, imagining he could feel himself pressing from the inside. He leaned in and kissed Daniel some more. It was the only way to hold back. He wanted to ravage him, go as fast as he wanted until Daniel cried out for mercy, but he held still, waiting. His whole body shivered from the force of holding back.
  Bellwether / kaitoXi / 2d 9h 54m 1s
Impatient as ever, Bell-boy hurried up the process of drying and guided them to the bed. Once there, Daniel wasn't disappointed however. Bell-boy caught him in a kiss and slowly eased him down onto the bed. He wanted to get up, pull Bell-boy closer, but the man wouldn't let him. Hands trailed scorching lanes across his skin, followed by Bell-boy's lips, inching closer and closer to where he wanted the man. When Bell-boy finally did, Daniel was a quivering mess, eager as an addict searching for a fix.

A groan was all he managed in reply to Bell's whispered affection.
"Please... please, Bell," he begged, not wanting the man to let up. He didn't want to go back to feeling shitty. He wanted to stay here forever, just the two of them, floating above it all without a care in the world.

Daniel reached up, pulled Bell in for another kiss and tried to drown himself in it. Feeling as light-headed as he did, the pleasure he derived from it all was only heightened. Why couldn't they have just resolved their differences like this again? It was so stupidly easy to love this way. Daniel knew it wouldn't be enough. He'd changed. Bell-boy had changed. Some things had remained, but he wasn't sure whether or not it'd be enough.
It had to be.

Daniel bucked up against Bell.
Did they even have something to act as a lubricant? Right now though, he failed to care. Whatever got him distracted. Whatever got the sensation of failure from his heart. He grabbed at Bell, desperate for more skin on skin contact. Rather than desperation, he got clever about it too, egging Bell-boy on with teasing strokes and quiet nudges to where he wanted the man to pay him attention.
He didn't trust himself to keep a level head, so Daniel had already decided he'd be bottom.

"Just fuck me, Bell," he whispered in short gasps. He wanted their closeness and then some. It didn't matter to him whether or not it'd hurt. That part hadn't changed. If anything, it'd been amplified. All he wanted was for Bell to make him forget everything for a few precious minutes.
  Landon Turner / THERE IS NO EXPLANATION OR REASON / Urizen / 2d 11h 42m 47s
Bell chuckled and let himself get drawn into Daniel's game. A shower was good enough, indeed. As long as Daniel held him this close, he'd be happy anywhere. He drowned in Daniel's kisses and the water that cascaded down his head. There was no stopping it anymore. He allowed himself to pursue Daniel, let his kisses get aggressive.

A well placed touch attracted his attention. Bell sucked in a breath in surprise, his own breathing ragged. Damn it, he shouldn't be this sensitive to everything. But he was weak from the injury and barely recovered; of course he wouldn't be able to properly control himself. Daniel broke free, and Bell caught his breath. With their foreheads pressed together, he could watch every flinch of Daniel's face, every nuance of expression. Everything was just the way it had always been, Daniel still perfect as ever.

Daniel shut off the water. A self-satisfied grin spread across Bell's face. "Good," he murmured, and accepted Daniel's kiss happily.

A towel intercepted him. Bell caught the way Daniel steadied himself and put a hand on the man's hips to steady him. He watched as Daniel dried him, eyes following every shift of those immaculate muscles, every stretch of his limbs. He could hardly take it anymore. Bell stole the towel and dried Daniel quickly, in no mood to hesitate, then nudged him toward the bed. He wanted to carry Daniel, but with the way his hips were, he didn't trust them to hold up to everything he wanted to do, and carrying Daniel around.

At the bed, he caught Daniel in a kiss, long and slow, then eased him down onto the bed. Only pausing to gasp for air, he kept kissing Daniel, over and over. His hands explored every little piece of Daniel. Relentlessly, he teased out every place that made Daniel feel good, ever so slowly drawing closer to the prize. He broke for air and gave Daniel a magnificent smirk as he finally teased it. "Daniel, love you lots," he whispered in Daniel's ear. Everything was perfect, just for one moment.
  Bellwether / kaitoXi / 3d 7m 23s
Daniel threaded his fingers through Bell-boy's hair, easing it back and guiding the soap from the man's hair. Lips pressed against his. Daniel didn't resist. Their kiss was lazy and gentle, exploring more so than ravaging. Hesitation? Was that what it was? He put his hands out to support Bell-boy, aware the man was still moving carefully because of his hips. They hadn't healed completely. It felt like failure.
Fingers wandered down his back, where Bell-boy's hands eased the knots in his muscles. Daniel closed his eyes and just gave in. A bed?
Oh. Right.
Bell-boy's need was apparent and Daniel was pretty sure that if they kept this up, he'd be right there along with him.

"Hmm, bed? Who needs a bed when there's a shower?" he drawled softly, unwilling to part. Bell-boy's hands slid down to his ass. More kisses robbed him of oxygen. Daniel readily gave in. His hands picked up where Bell-boy left off. One hand cupped the back of Bell-boy's head, fingers entangled in the man's hair. The other was on the nape of Bell-boy's back, pulling the man in close. Fuck he hadn't had this in so long.

It took him longer, but he ended up just as needy as Bell-boy seemed to be. One hand strayed, teased Bell-boy's growing problem and kissed the man. He wanted to ravage Bell, wanted to stay in bed all day, lavishing himself on the other man and just reconnect. Daniel was forced to break free for air when he got a little too light-headed. He pressed his forehead against Bell's. Maybe the man was right. They did have a bed.

He still wasn't entirely recovered. Or rather, he had only just reached the crest of the withdrawal symptoms wrecking havoc on his constitution. If it was the crest to begin with. Fuck, it had better be.
"Okay," Daniel started and reached for the water. He shut it off.
"You convinced me," he said with a smirk and kissed Bell-boy again for good measure. He steadied himself against the tiles and reached out to find a towel. Once he had one, Daniel started on drying off Bell-boy first. He moved quick enough to not lose momentum, but slow enough to be gentle.
  Landon Turner / THERE IS NO EXPLANATION OR REASON / Urizen / 3d 9h 49m 1s
The soap escaped his grasp. Bell submitted himself to being washed. It felt good, just being touched. Daniel's attentive fingers came close to stirring him up too many times. It was just washing, he reminded himself. Daniel had to touch him all over. Yeah, and wasn't that the same excuse he himself had made so many times now?

Suddenly, Daniel teased him obviously. Bell gasped, surprised more than anything. Before he even had time to figure out what was going on, Daniel's hands were in his hair instead. He had to shut his eyes as hair and shampoo threatened to slide inside. The sides of the mohawk were already growing out, and the mohawk itself was way too long. He hadn't been taking care of it. Still, he didn't particularly care. As long as Daniel was paying attention to him, it was all fine. Besides, those hands felt heavenly on his scalp.

Daniel finished and just held onto him. Wrapping his arms around Daniel to bring him along, Bell stepped back to get the shower to rinse the soap out of his hair. He nuzzled Daniel and nudged him for a kiss, slow and gentle. Where were they? Was Daniel looking to be comforted or held? Both? Could his hips stand up to that kind of thing? He found that he didn't particularly care about any of his worries. He just wanted to be here with Daniel.

His body had its own opinion. After so long, even a little teasing was enough to make it stand at attention. They were pressed up so close that Daniel could definitely feel it, but Bell pretended like it wasn't there. His hands wandered Daniel's back, slowly rubbing out the tension there. "Hmm, Daniel, there's a whole bed," he muttered. They didn't need to stand here in the shower. He kissed him again, his hands sliding down to Daniel's ass. The water still poured down on them. If Daniel wanted to stop it here, all he had to do was push away and pretend like he'd only been washing up. He closed his eyes and sighed. He didn't want to stop.
  Bellwether / kaitoXi / 4d 1h 42m 32s
Bell-boy turned to face him. A hand was put out against the faded red mark on his chest with care, though it no longer hurt. Healing up well. Daniel snorted softly. Yeah, healing up his ass. More like going through the old shtick of being addicted to alcohol again and trying to get off of it before they journeyed on. Rather than retrieve his hand, Bell-boy stepped in closer and rested his head on his shoulder. Daniel reciprocated the embrace, grateful Bell-boy had still stuck by him, despite his behaviour being poor.

After a few seconds of that, Bell-boy pulled away and Daniel found the soap was stolen from his fingers.
"Hey, give me that," Daniel started and took it back. Rather than let Bell-boy tend to himself, providing a boring show, Daniel did the job for him. He lathered up some soap and ran his hands by Bell-boy's back, following the muscular curves and angles down to the man's ass. Once there, Daniel stepped in even closer and paid more attention to the man's front.

He took his time and made sure to hit every single spot.
And then his fingers strayed, teased and pulled away again. This time, Daniel massages Bell-boy's head and hair. They'd never really talked in depth about where they stood in their relationship. If they shut up and let their bodies talk however, there wouldn't even be a single miscommunication. Daniel was well aware that most of what they were together worked that way. Not that he minded in particular.

Bell-boy wouldn't ever change.
The man's memories, experiences, all of that was fragile and ever so breakable. Underneath all that though, Bell-boy didn't change. A particular brand of instincts combined with Bell-goat's forceful will made the man into who he was. He couldn't say the same for himself. He'd had to adjust to having the goatling there and it was just as wilful as its progenitor. For a while it'd been easy to keep it and himself apart. And then slowly, ever so subtly, those lines had begun to fade.
He didn't blame Bell-boy for not realizing he wasn't human or for forgetting the goat commanded some of his choices. Wasn't he now exactly the same?

So if Bell-boy had doubts about them as a couple, Daniel wouldn't even be surprised. He wasn't the man Bell-boy had picked up on the streets. Daniel finished washing Bell-boy's hair and put the soap away in favour of holding Bell close. Soon it might be the last time they were able to be together like this.
  Landon Turner / THERE IS NO EXPLANATION OR REASON / Urizen / 4d 1h 57m 32s
"I was waking up anyways," Bell lied. He didn't want to blame Daniel for waking him, though; it didn't seem fair. Not when Daniel woke up puking.

He hummed a bit at Daniel's 'almost done,' not sure which way to take it. Did Daniel want him to wait? In the end, he shifted the shower curtain aside and stepped in. If Daniel didn't want him here, he could leave, no harm, no foul. He turned his head up into the water and ran fingers through his hair. Just having hot water on his skin felt great. It was one thing he could never get enough of--clean, hot water. He'd always missed it the most on the streets, whenever he wasn't too busy being hungry or injured. Nothing like a hot shower to make him feel better.

He felt Daniel's eyes on him and turned to look at the man from the corner of his eyes. Did he want something, after all? Bell turned to fully face him. There was still a faint red mark on Daniel's chest where he'd been stabbed, not fully healed. Bell put his hand on it, gently, in case it still hurt. "You're healing up well," he complimented Daniel, pleased to see it. He never liked seeing Daniel hurt for long. It reminded him how fragile the man was, how delicate. Though he liked to protect Daniel, he also wanted to be protected, sometimes. It was a complicated feeling.

He scooted closer and rested his head on Daniel's shoulder. His hands slid around the man's waist to hug him close. So warm and solid. At the last second, he stole the soap away and let go. Daniel was injured and sick. He wasn't going to pressure the man into anything he didn't want to do.

There was danger outside, but couldn't they take a little break? Their break had already gone on for a while, but just a little longer. A moment to reconnect after they healed. But he wouldn't push it. There hadn't been any contact since the first time, after they'd gotten back together. He'd respect Daniel's feelings, whatever they were.
  Bellwether / kaitoXi / 4d 7h 9m 33s

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