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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc had two personas to live by - Raze and Emryc Thorne. On Sith worlds he presented solely as Darth Raze. The Kravos armor had become his signature, and Imperials and Sith alike recognized it nowadays. Word had gotten around about his exploits on Ajan Kloss a while back and more recently on Dathomir. As Emryc Thorne he had begun to get cozy with the Queen of Naboo. All in all, he had quite a bit going on. Nevertheless, he made a point to find a gap between all of that to finally do the visit Morgan had been asking about for a while. Naturally, he hadn't given the Firrerreo any warning. Morgan was given a lame mission directive excuse on why they had to delay it again.

He couldn’t risk appearing as Emryc here, and he donned the armor and helmet, complete with the cloak. It had become an association now to where his mind tapped into a different mode when he wore it. He had to actively reel it back, though he couldn’t hold it back entirely. His demeanor shifted, darkness seeping into his persona to give a chilly aura to him. It followed him where he went, and Sith around him would feel it at once.

Emryc carried a bag over his shoulder with his personal items, making his way over to the address listed. He wasn’t sure how he felt showing up to visit Morgan in the armor of his own ancestor, but being Raze made everything far easier on Sith worlds. He breezed past any security checkpoints, the Imperials all saluting and looking flustered as he passed.

He walked by a few Imperial guards as he made his way into the tall tower with the apartments on top. Emryc was struggling and caught in a strange shift between Raze and Emryc. He could feel some eyes on him, a mixture of fear and admiration that he entirely ignored. Emryc made his way over to the callbox, pressing the button next to Ali when he was sure he was alone.

“Mr. Ali, I have arrived to drop off your dry cleaning. Our facility had to close due to an incident so I am personally delivering your items. May I come up?” He said, the scrambler in his helmet masking his real voice. He knew dry cleaning was the safest bet to rouse the least bit of suspicion - Morgan didn't seem like he ordered pizzas very often. Once permitted, he would get on the repulsorlift and make his way over to Morgan’s door.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

After a few seconds of silent waiting the intercom crackled to life. "Sure, come up," Morgan's voice said through it, the entrance's magnetic locks clicking off and the door sliding open. The inside was mostly tasteful if relatively modest, carpet and pale cream walls. Notably there was a front desk, but not by the entrance Emryc had used. Probably for the best considering how he was dressed.

The lift music wafted through the air on the way up to the top level, fairly generic jatz common to most elevators. The hall he was let out into was decorated similarly to the lower levels and kept very clean. It was by no means an executive suite, the level consisting of several larger apartments, but it was definitely where people with spare credits could choose to live more or less under the radar.

Morgan's door was plasteel, like the rest, though each door was a different colour. His was a cheery sort of red, the name "Ali" on a digital plaque beside it just beneath the room number. The hall itself was otherwise empty of people, the rooms The door lay still for a couple moments after Emryc arrived before it.

His only warning as the door began to open was a flash of what was probably a quite familiar fury. The red layer slid to the side and revealed a very irate-looking Firrerreon, particularly to someone who knew him. Though his fangs weren't bared, his skin had deepened a few shades of silver and his pupils were narrowed to slits, golden eyes flashing. It was almost humorously contrasted by the comfortable sweatpants and simple band crop-top with the art for the hit single "Big Iron" emblazoned across it.

Dry cleaning was relatively low on the suspicion rating, but Morgan only ever went to the same place. They always introduced themselves when they delivered.

Emryc only got a brief look at what more than a few poor unfortunate souls had seen just before their death, as the expression shifted entirely once gold eyes saw the armour that was being worn.

"Oh." Morgan blinked, head tilted slightly as his eyes returned to a more normal arrangement along with his skin. "You're wearing your armour." Something in his brain finished processing then and a brilliant smile spread across his face and he reached out to pull Emryc inside, the door closing behind them.

At which point Emryc would found himself wrapped in an almost-too-tight hug and surrounded by the sound of a musically laughing Morgan, clearly more than pleased by his appearance.

"You're here!"

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc’s eyebrows rose beneath the helmet as he saw a very angry Morgan. While he had expected shock, he hadn’t expected this much rage. His gaze flicked down to Morgan’s state of attire, a grin beginning to form. He looked back up at the eyes again, catching the slits as pupils. Did he have the extraordinary luck of showing up when Morgan was in desperate need of a snack?

He said nothing, standing perfectly still and staring as Morgan quickly realized who he was. Emryc felt himself abruptly pulled in, his boot awkwardly catching as the Firrerreo yanked him into a hug. Between that and the weight of the bag on his shoulder, Emryc fell forward and toppled directly to the ground on top of Morgan. He caught the ground with his left hand, wincing slightly as a jolt of pain shot through his entire arm.

Emryc reached a hand up to pull the helmet off, his jet black hair sticking up at odd angles. Hints of yellow quickly receded back into the silvers as he gazed down at Morgan. He could already smell the citrus and herbs. A smile slowly spread across his face as he looked down at Morgan, “Do you always look so grumpy when you answer the door?” He shifted his weight so he wasn’t putting it all on the prince.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

The laughter only briefly stopped as the two of them fell backward, the Firrerreo falling and landing legs-then-back on the carpet entrance, arms stubbornly wrapped around the other man. He laughed again in earnest at seeing Emryc's hair and slender fingers ran through it affectionately, returning to something at least adjacent to how it usually was.

Gold eyes glinted and he lifted himself up for a kiss, brief but passionate, before moving to stand back up. He took Emryc with him, getting his feet under himself in the space the half-Sephi left and pulling him up. Morgan had a feeling if they kept to the floor they might stay there a while.

"I am suspicious of unfamiliar guests. A rival tried a similar trick once," Morgan answered, then promptly dove forward to kiss him again. He took his time with this one, pulling Emryc close and taking in the scent of him and the familiar warmth. The prince had, as always, missed him dearly. But as promised, his soldier boy came marching home. And visited much earlier than expected.

He eventually drew back and slipped his fingers into Emryc's left hand, gently pulling it up and inspecting the limb with a critical and mildly concerned eye. "I'm glad you're better," he said simply, before switching his grip to the other man's right and pulling him eagerly further into the apartment.

Aside from the foyer, which had a rug over the floor, the rest of the place was paneled in wood. It was an open, two-story design with four floor to ceiling digital windows, currently dimmed by a wall control so it was impossible to see inside from outside. The living area was open and fairly spacious, a long cloth-covered couch up against one wall with a recessed bookshelf behind it. A kitchen and dining area was in the same area off to the side, placed beneath the second floor and a staircase with another door, green this time and leading to a refresher room, just to the side of a food storage unit.

Stairs led up to the upper level, where a bed, wardrove, and other such things were easily visible through the railing, a refresher door off to the side. Another green door lead to an outside balcony. The entire place was decorated with paintings or different interesting but powerless cultural items and mementos. A small terrarium contained different flowers and moss, sitting next to an Ithorian made pot from where a small and meticulously trimmed tree grew, finished everything off. A metal strip in front of the terrarium indicated where a holodisplay would be projected when in use. A hallikset sat on its stand in the corner of the bedroom.

Most distinctive, however, were the layers upon layers of song soaked into the apartment. Merely whispers and echoes that would quickly fade into the background of the Force, but Morgan had clearly done a lot of singing in this place. He'd been using the same apartment since he'd joined as an acolyte.

Morgan had storage too, but it was across the hall and through a different door, the center of the top floor being used for that sort of thing. He kept many of his things and his training space there, the excellent soundproofing throughout the building proving quite useful.

The prince turned back around to look at Emryc, golden eyes bright and cheerful and voice obviously excited, a purr running through his entire body He was almost literally vibrating with joy. "Welcome!" His gaze dropped, head tilting slightly and amusement colouring his expression. "You aren't wearing that the entire time, are you?"

Now he was given time to actually look at a Morgan who wasn't leaping at him, Emryc might notice some details he'd never find during work. The most obvious were extra piercings, an iridescent silver navel barbell and a pair of similarly coloured treble clefs behind his usual studs, hanging from flat studs of their own by a single link. His nails were glossed over clear, and his hair was more casually swept rather than flawlessly arranged, though he still put some effort into it.

There was also the glint of metal from behind his fangs when he spoke, the hint of a trio of small studs along the length of tongue that Emryc had probably felt during the earlier shows of affection.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc welcomed the kiss as always, returning it eagerly. His hand began to travel down till it felt skin along Morgan’s side. He couldn’t help but notice something different when he kissed Morgan this time, but was quickly interrupted when the Firrerreo moved to get up. Emryc followed suit, letting the other man pull him up.

He didn’t get a chance to respond to Morgan’s explanation before he was kissed again. Emryc tilted his head and drew from the kiss, once again feeling along what felt like studs on Morgan’s tongue. He was entirely too entrenched into the kiss to stop and ask about it, his arm snaking around Morgan’s waist. He pulled the man close, possessive in his actions, and holding him in place as he kissed him.

They broke apart after a while and Emryc felt Morgan grasp his hand. He followed his line of sight, grinning slightly, “I told you it was just a broken arm,” He muttered simply, thinking back to how Morgan had shed so many tears over it on Naboo. Emryc barely got any other words out before Morgan took him by the hand to give him a tour. The half Sephi simply dropped his bag and allowed himself to be dragged along.

The echoes of songs were the first things Emryc noticed, and he immediately felt at ease here. There was only a very faint hint of it on his ship, but he heard it everywhere here. There was something incredibly comforting about it, and he knew at once it would help him sleep at night.

Emryc couldn’t imagine having all this space just to himself. He simply stared at everything around him, marveling at all the details. Everything here was exclusively Morgan’s and had been arranged and put together by him. The only thing Emryc had ever controlled were the shelves he custom built into his ship. It was daunting to see what owning a real bit of home felt like. His eyes were slightly wide as he took it all in, almost missing it when Morgan spoke.

He glanced at the Firrerreo, taking him in for the first time. It was then that he noticed the studs and additional piercings. His gaze first went to his navel, catching the piercing there in between the muscles and the cut of his hips, before focusing on the ears. He also saw the slight glint when he spoke, confirming what he felt earlier when he kissed him.

While entirely attractive, Emryc’s thoughts went to the fact that he hadn’t seen Morgan like this before. And he began to wonder who he had been waiting for instead to dress so casually. The half Sephi’s jaw tightened just for a moment before he reminded himself that he wasn’t the jealous type. No one else would have caught the subtle shift on his face save for the man before him, and it quickly changed back to normal.

“Being Raze has its perks,” He said simply as he began to unclip the armor. It was extremely light and easy to put over whatever clothing he wore underneath. Emryc had to get it adjusted several times on account of him still gaining in height, “I’m too tall for it now..” He grumbled quietly, noting how the armor now did very little to protect his stomach area like intended.

Emryc gently set the plates down, removing the cloak next and folding it neatly. He looked back at Morgan, standing there awkwardly for a moment, “I uhh….” He ran his fingers through his hair as he looked back towards his bag, “I brought a book,” Emryc looked back at Morgan again, “To read to you later. If you’d like,” He shrugged, a sheepish look on his face. It was one of those things Morgan adored for some reason that Emryc didn’t see the point of, but he did it anyway.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan's brows furrowed for a moment, catching the brief tenseness that ran through the other man's jaw. He was intimately familiar with many of Emryc's quirks and micro-expressions, something his analytical and visual approach to learning about others had turned out unexpectedly useful for. The prince wondered if it was something about his clothes or other accessories, watching where his soldier boy's eyes wandered, but quickly decided to wait and see.

He was distracted by Emryc removing his armour, stepping closer and crouching down to better look at the plates. They were still undamaged, but definitely the wrong size for the other man. Their original wearer had been several inches shorter and would probably need to be supplemented soon. Morgan looked up at Emryc with an amused and mildly self-satisfied expression.

"I told you," he said before standing back up to his full height. Morgan's held tilted slightly, taking in the sight of the other man as he folded his cloak. "I like that you're taller now." When they'd first met Emryc hadn't exactly been short, but now he was even a little taller than the prince. It was somehow enticing.

Golden eyes glanced over at the bag, following Emryc's gaze as he spoke. When the half-Sephi looked back Morgan's face had lit up in a brilliant smile. He took another step closer, looking slightly up at Emryc. "I would love that," came the earnest answer, eyes lit up as he spoke. The prince enjoyed reading quite a bit, but hearing the words in Emryc's voice was even better.

"What book is it? Oh," he blinked and half turned away toward the kitchen. "Have you eaten yet?"

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc turned to look at Morgan when he mentioned his height. He was still getting used to the shift himself, now gazing down at Morgan. His frame, mainly along the shoulders, had gotten broader as well, though he maintained a lean athletic structure. He was certainly not as lean as Morgan, and he couldn’t help but recall the entertaining memory of them switching one another’s pants. A faint grin came across his face as he looked at Morgan.

“Yeah?” Emryc asked as he suddenly reached down to sweep Morgan off his feet, easily carrying the lithe man in his arms bridal style as he strode through the apartment, “What do you like about it?” He asked, his gaze scanning ahead.

“The book is about a soldier stuck in a war zone with a lover that desperately wants him home,” Emryc explained, finding it to be an extraordinarily cheesy story that he actually enjoyed. He carried Morgan towards the kitchen, though there was a hint of trepidation. He was wary of what kind of spices the Firrerreo had in there and whether or not it would be like walking into a severe allergic attack.

Thankfully, nothing of note happened as he stepped in, and he finally set Morgan down gently on a counter. Emryc stepped back to look around at the kitchen, thinking back to his own little corner kitchenette on his ship.

“I’ll eat it if you’re making it,” He said casually as he looked around, sniffing the air as if expecting to be assailed by that insufferable hot sauce again. Emryc quickly looked back at Morgan, “Nothing spicy though. Don't try to sneak anything in either..”

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

The prince took to being unceremoniously lifted with relative grace, face only expressing surprise for a second before he started laughing. An arm hooked affectionately around Emryc's neck and his head came up, studded tongue dragging briefly across his exposed neck. They both knew the soldier boy was the only person alive who could get away with moving Morgan around so casually, which just made the gesture more intimate as far as the Firrerreo was concerned.

"Looking up at you," Morgan answered, grinning with a flash of fangs. "More of you to hold me."

His eyes turned to look at the kitchen they were heading to as Emryc elaborated on the book, smiling softly. It was a classic sort of tale from the sound of it, but even so he could hardly wait to hear the other man tell it. Morgan was set atop a counter and Emryc stepped back. The prince reached out a leg and hooked a foot delicately behind the half-Sephi's thigh to keep him from going further.

"I won't sneak anything in," he assented, the hot sauce incident vivid in his memory. He could handle milder food so long as it was good, and there were other things to keep him warm besides. The prince looked briefly thoughtful, figuring out what to make. It was about lunch time.

His eyes refocused on Emryc after a moment and he lifted his arms toward him, brows furrowed slightly. The foot behind the half-Sephi's thigh pulled gently toward the counter.

"I wasn't done."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc stopped in his tracks when Morgan hooked a foot around his thigh. The half Sephi turned to look at him, quirking an eyebrow with amusement in his eyes. He was already in a much better mood since hearing Morgan laugh earlier, the sound still lingering on his mind. It joined the faint echoes of song that bounced off the walls all around him.

He moved closer as Morgan tugged him towards the counter. Emryc’s hands were placed on either side of Morgan, and he was vaguely reminded of when the Firrerreo sat on a crate on a borrowed ship. That day suddenly seemed forever ago, before he had grown infatuated with so many details about Morgan. He couldn’t have known then that he gazed into eyes he never wanted to look away from. That he had inhaled the citrus and herbs scent that he would want to linger forever in his sheets. He couldn’t have known then. His face didn’t betray the flood of thoughts within his mind, but his eyes did soften as he looked at Morgan.

He let Morgan wrap his arms around his neck again before lifting him off the counter once more,“And where does the prince wish to travel next?” Emryc asked as he glanced down, offering an almost playful smile. It came naturally, but there was still a bit of hesitation. It was new to him and he wasn’t quite sure how it felt on his face.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan shamelessly slipped himself up and into Emryc's grip and buried his face in the crook of his neck. He smelled like a night in spent in bed, and a shared shower afterward. His warmth felt like messy sheets and the sound of classic jats over speakers and hands held for the first time. When he spoke and called Morgan a prince it felt like he was floating, his heart skipping a beat in his chest and a gentle purr rumbling in his throat.

He was suspended in his soldier boy's arms, flying more freely and joyfully than behind the controls of any starfighter, and in that precious moment the apartment felt a little more like home.

"Right here," he whispered softly beneath Emryc's ear, arms closing possessively around him and pressing in close. Morgan squeezed tightly, laying what he decided were well deserved kisses across anywhere he could reach. "I missed you, Emryc. I love you."

For the time being the idea of food was forgotten and he gave into his selfish desires to just be with Emryc for a little while. They both lead busy lives, gone for weeks on and end relying on holocalls to keep in touch. Morgan trusted his soldier boy's skills, both in a suit and in armour, but he still worried that one day he'd have to be carried home.

So, just for now, he held him close while he still could, fighting the tightness that settled in his throat. He squeezed tighter.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc felt Morgan curl against him as he held him, that familiar purr reverberating throughout his whole body. It was a soothing sound that always threatened to lull him to sleep when he held Morgan after they had made love. It tore at him every time to slip out of bed and walk away, but he looked forward to coming right back the next day. He thought of the emptiness he had felt when Morgan hadn’t been there one day and how he stubbornly refused to sleep in his own room for a few days after.

He was distracted when Morgan peppered him with kisses, and he soaked it all in, especially any that landed around his sensitive ear. Emryc gazed at Morgan when he spoke, a genuine smile appearing on his face. He began to walk then, leading them away from the kitchen. He had already memorized the layout of the apartment, casually stepping past any obstacles in his path while still looking at Morgan.

He sat down on the couch, Morgan against his lap. Emryc didn’t miss the shift in Morgan’s face or how he held him tighter. He knew the Firrerreo enough to be able to pick up the subtle shifts in his skin, the way he breathed and the changes in his eyes. It was vaguely similar to the several times they had to say goodbye or before they parted for dangerous missions. Emryc freed up one of his hands, bringing it up to cup the side of Morgan’s face. The touch was feathery soft, but enough to guide him back to look at him.

“Hey,” He said quietly, “I’m right here. And this is now. Is that not so?”Emryc said simply before he leaned in to capture his lips.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

His arms clung tightly as they moved back over to the couch, Morgan settling into Emryc's lap with his knees on either side. He sat very still, just holding him and being held until Emryc spoke.

Morgan easily allowed Emryc to guide gold eyes to meet with silver, his brows furrowed with worry born of love. The sound of the other man's voice felt like it ran through him, chasing off his fears and easing his tensions. The echoed statement brought a small smile to his lips just before Emryc took them, and Morgan melted against him in the face of being so treasured.

The prince sank forward, arms slinking around his neck. He kissed his soldier boy softly, the skin along his neck and shoulder gilded in colours only Emryc painted in. An arm untangled itself from behind the half-Sephi's neck and came up to grasp the hand on his face, slender fingers slipping between the other man's. The rumbling purr returned in earnest, vibrating through the both of them there in that peaceful little apartment room surrounded by the gentle, distant sound of music.

There was no verbal response to what he'd said, but his physical response easily spoke for itself. Morgan drew back after a little while to look again in silver eyes, golds burning bright and cheered.

"This is so!"he agreed with a brilliant smile that quickly turned into a joyful laugh. Morgan knew he was loved, more and more any time they were together. Emryc made it known constantly, even if he hadn't said it yet. That little cracked figurine, currently sitting next to the bed upstairs, had said more than enough.

"Food?" he asked after another moment, head tilting slightly.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc helped Morgan adjust to his new seat on his lap while facing him. It was where he liked his prince, and he welcomed that familiar warmth. Emryc’s other hand comfortably rested along Morgan’s hip. He closed his eyes as he tenderly kissed the Firrerreo, drawing him closer. He felt Morgan bring up a hand to entwine their fingers, and he didn’t question it at all this time. He had grown to cherish that gesture, and his fingers curled to close against Morgan’s.

He couldn’t help but smile when Morgan laughed, his eyes and face lighting up cheerfully. Emryc simply stared at him for a moment, taking in the smile and the slight flush of his skin. He said nothing in response at first, bringing their entwined hands closer to his lips to kiss Morgan’s.

In response to his question, Emryc shifted on the couch and promptly plopped onto his back to lay on it, swinging his legs up. This would shift Morgan over as well to straddle him. He looked up at the Firrerreo with a lazy look on his face, “Well now I’m here and I don’t feel like getting up.”

Besides, he was enjoying the view from here, his gaze moving down from Morgan’s eyes to take in the details of his attire. He scanned over the exposed stomach and the piercing before taking in sight of his hip bones. His free hand came up to gently trace along the side of his leg, sliding up towards his hip so his thumb brushed against skin.

“Where was this you on my ship?” Emryc asked after a moment, unable to keep the slight hint of grumpiness from his tone.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Emryc's smile sent a flutter through his chest, and the way silver eyes looked into gold as tender lips pressed against slender fingers sent a shudder down his spine. Morgan was caught up in absorbing the expressions on the other man's face he nearly forgot to shift along with him when he moved, a little off balance for a moment but eventually settling into his position atop him.

The prince straightened and tilted his features under his soldier's boys appreciative gaze, flashing a grin that glinted with razor fangs below eyes that burned. Emryc's fingers ran up his thigh and settled on his hip, a now familiar gesture that he pressed into just a little, showing off whatever bit of him the other man's eyes focused on. Morgan wasn't going to complain if the other man would rather get close on the couch than eat just yet.

Morgan's head tilted slightly when he asked his question, then looked down at himself with a mildly bemused expression. Quite shamelessly he'd spent a good amount of time with little to no clothes near the end of their mission to Cloud City, so at first it seemed an odd thing to say so grumpily. He blinked after a moment then looked back down at the half-Sephi.

"Waiting here for you," he answered, a hand coming down to pull Emryc's fingers from his hip to his stomach where the iridescent metal lay, silver brands patterned around it in places. "I wear these for myself." His other hand, still entwined with Emryc's, pulled it up to lay against his chest to feel how the Firrerreo's heart quickened at his touch. "Only you may touch. Do you like them?"

Lips parted and his long tongue rolled out, languid and lazy, intentionally showing off the three studs along its length that grew progressively smaller toward the end, fangs arrayed in wicked rows on either side. Golden eyes were filled with fire, the kind that ran wild through the prince's blood and was so easily pulled to the surface by his soldier boy. Emryc would know that look by now, another thing that was just for him.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc gazed up at Morgan as he spoke, noting how unfazed he was by the question. He felt confused at his own thoughts, wondering why he was concerned at all about how Morgan appeared in any setting. It was not in his nature to let such frivolous thoughts occupy his mind. His gaze shifted down to where his hand was guided by Morgan, fingers brushing against the piercing along the navel.

His gaze flicked up as he saw Morgan draw out his tongue, the piercings glinting as he showed them off, along with the fangs. It was a teasing move, and it sent fire through him instantly. There were many places he wanted to feel those studs. He could feel Morgan’s heartbeat quicken under his hand, and he felt his own blood grow hot.

Emryc moved before his mind processed anything. Morgan would find himself flipped onto his back on the couch in one fluid motion. He pinned Morgan’s arms up next to his head, gazing down at him. Morgan would see the yellow in Emryc’s eyes. Being in that armor meant that he had tapped into Raze, and it was never easy coming out of it. Raze had fewer inhibitions. Raze took what he wanted. Raze acted on impulse. There was a conflict between the remnants of Raze still lingering and Emryc’s own tender feelings towards Morgan. The teasing gesture had triggered the beast and it came abruptly to surface.

“You know what you do to me,” Emryc all but growled in a roiling baritone, as yellow pooled in his eyes. The yellow melted slightly into silver but took far too long to do so. He pressed his hips firmly against Morgan's, his hands tightly gripping his wrists enough to leave redness that would easily fade from the Firrerreo’s skin.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Emryc shot up and Morgan fell, their positions suddenly reversed, though he had the awareness not to bite his own tongue in the process. His back hit the couch and his muscles tensed beneath him, skin deepening silver to match his brands and eyes glinting dangerous and sharp, staring straight into the bright yellows above him. A growl rumbled through the air, fangs bared.

But his skin was painted gold still, the colour gilding his neck and shoulders and up along his cheeks. His fangs were bared, but in a feral grin, eyes burning with a sheer and savage intensity. Behind them a tiger roared, straining at the bars of its cage. Morgan growled, but it was not a sound of warning or promised violence, but an intense and challenging purr that was, generally speaking, only heard by other Firrerreons who were being especially intimate.

The prince's wrists pushed up against Emryc's grip, but not enough to break free. Muscles coiled and uncoiled, surging with barely controlled power just like the first time on the couch, but made no real attempt to remove the weight atop them. The twin suns Morgan had for eyes burned into him, his expression clearly one of wild and furious excitement. The Firrerreo's hips ground up in eager reply, a leg wrapping with a hint of that inhuman strength around one of the half-Sephi's own.

"Nothing I do not desire," he replied, almost a snarl, a siren call from the tiger to the beast. Morgan had certain limits and rules, but Emryc had never violated them, the two of them working through things step by passionate step. The prince trusted his soldier boy, and this intensity was something he felt he wanted. The inclination was ingrained in his kind to a degree, far less tame than the standard human affair. Besides, physically speaking, he was quite durable.

"Take what belongs to you, Emryc. I am yours."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc didn’t ease off, watching the shifts in Morgan’s expression and the colors of his skin. He didn’t know what to expect, but he certainly didn’t see that fanged grin coming. There was something raw and primal about it that resonated far more with Raze than Emryc. He heard that growl, and it reflected everything he felt. His blood was hot, pumping molten lava through his veins. He felt Morgan firmly wrap a leg around him, the hips grinding up almost eliciting a noise from him in response.

Morgan’s words caused the yellows to shift back into his eyes, his nostrils flaring and jaw tightening as he clearly struggled. The Firrerreo was teasing and calling out the monster that Emryc had kept chained back. It was the beast he unleashed only when he worked, only when he wanted to remind the galaxy of the twisted manifestation of the Force that he could be. That same presence lingered just beneath the surface to where Morgan would feel a frosty chill setting in around him.

“You are mine,” He said gruffly, leaning in to bite into the crook of Morgan’s neck. It was hard enough to leave a mark that would stay for a bit. He didn’t stop there, dragging his teeth and tongue along his skin, tearing through the clothing that was in the way. He left marks along his shoulder, “Every inch of you,” He said as he spoke against his skin.

His hand came down to tear right down the front of his top, letting the clothing fall in tatters to either side of Morgan. Emryc didn’t stop trailing possessive and hungry kisses down towards his chest, “Your mind, your body, your soul. I want all of it.”

His fingers raked down along the side of his body, uncaring about the marks he left behind, “I want to do to you what you do to me,” He bit and licked against skin, making his way down his chest and towards his stomach, his breath almost chilled against the warm skin as he spoke, “I want to make you question your every principle. I want to make you afraid. I want to make you be afraid of this. I want to make you detest this as much as you desire it. I want to make you want to run from it as much as you want to run to it.”

His hand came down to snake beneath Morgan’s other leg, swinging it up to wrap around his own so he was between both of his. There was both fire and ice that emanated from him, the heat of passion admixed with the deathly chill of Raze. There was no mercy in Raze just as there was outpouring emotion from Emryc, “I want to make you feel weak and powerful at once.”

Emryc’s hand came up to grab fistfuls of Morgan’s hair and he yanked the Firrerreo up to sit as he moved up to do the same. He would be back on his lap facing him, Emryc still clutching him by the hair as yellow eyes met goldens, “Because that’s what you do to me. Because I love you, you beautiful monster.”

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan could hear it, the sounds of Emryc's thundering heart and beast that beat beneath. The prince knew what he was calling to, and the idea thrilled him more than he'd expected. He'd seen Emryc, spent time with him and fallen in love, but he'd seen Raze too and found he loved him just as deeply. What he was, was enough, and Morgan wanted everything that he was willing to give. Just as he'd said on the Lady Lucy.

He felt the icy chill of Raze, a dark and dangerous thing that caressed the prince's skin and left goosebumps in its wake. Emryc bit him and lightning down his spine. His wrists were freed of the hands that bound them, but he was buried beneath the weight of his soldier's boys aggressive attentions. Each new bite, scratch, and mark left behind renewed that purring growl or drew out feral whines. Iron fingers gripped the couch arm above him in a struggle not to grab the man atop him instead, and even the reinforced arm creaked in protest.

"Only yours."

Emryc tore through his shirt, and rather than stop him Morgan's fanged grin only widened with passionate approval. He adjusted his position so the other man could get a better view for his work, giving him free reign to do whatever he pleased. The prince wasn't disappointed, writhing beneath his touch and chilled breath. His soldier boy spoke such sweet things into the fire that raged beneath silvered skin and the arm creaked and cracked ominously, Morgan's grip tightening further.

"Yours," he repeated with more intensity, the declarations of what Emryc wanted striking some twisted chord deep within the young Firrerreo. Emryc may not know just how much loving him and being loved in return meant to him, but Morgan wanted him to know. He'd questioned his principles on the Lady Lucy, centuries of remaining hidden warring with the Drast's deepest desires, and he didn't think anyone but Emryc could have drawn out what he had.

Morgan was afraid, of the power he allowed Emryc have over him, and yet it thrilled him and he trusted him enough to give him that control. He detested such weakness and searched for it in others to exploit, but in his soldier boy he found strength and fuel for a fire that nothing else could compare to. He was afraid, and hints of it were shown on his face at times, but he wouldn't give up what they'd found floating on cloud nine for anything.

Both legs now gripped tight to the other man, Morgan's overwhelming desire for Emryc fighting against not wanting to hurt him. Heat and cold washed over him, and in the man who held him he saw burning stars and the death and conquest of worlds.

Morgan let go of the couch instantly when Emryc took hold of the leash he'd been given on Naboo, pulled roughly to sit back up on his lap, shreds of shirt hanging from his shoulders. Golds look into blazing yellow, not shying away for even a single moment, hair not in his grip askew and partly hanging over his face. The pain Emryc gifted him was treasured, something he craved from him and him alone. It was trust and respect, mutual agreement and fiery longing, and the half-Sephi never hurt him in a way he didn't allow.

The prince was putty in the soldier boy's hands, weak under his will and powerful enough to grant that control. It was perfect.

Emryc spoke again and Morgan's eyes shot wide, entire face lighting up and flushing the same colour it was when he was sleeping. Silver deepened further to match his brands, fury and love admixing into something all consuming and wild. Emryc surprised him just like always, and those three little worlds left every limb shaking and frayed in the heat the few threads of control he had left.

He hadn't realized Emryc was telling him how it felt to love him, too lost in everything else. Morgan heard the three words and meant to say them back, but in that moment those last threads burned to nothing, and what came out instead was simply,

"Mine."

Iron fingers shot up with inhuman speed and hooked powerfully against Emryc's hip, the other hand digging into his shoulder hard enough to bruise. He was glad for the coating on his nails this time, covering the sharp edges, but it could only do so much. Morgan released a hissing, whining, desperate roar and pulled at the man he loved most to kiss him with every ounce of passion and affection he had for him, unhindered, hungry, and greedily possessive.

He pressed against him to the very edge of the leash Emryc held, the hand on his hip coming off and beginning to tear into a piece of the couch instead. Morgan managed to break away for just a moment, stubbornly determined to speak before the fire overcame everything.

"I love you too."

And then the tiger came to the surface, facade of simple humanity falling to ashes and dust. In Emryc's arms now lay a beautiful and terrible monster, and both of them knew he was the only one who could reduce it to a mewling, purring little kitten.

Morgan was sure he'd never felt so in love him than at that moment.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

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“I am fine,” Emryc grumbled as he patched up some deep gashes on his leg. Morgan was left to address the very aggressive wounds on his back and shoulders. He was calm throughout the whole thing, though it appeared as if he had returned from a warzone. There were bandages and bacta patches all around, and he was in the middle of Morgan’s partially destroyed living room. The couch was wrecked beyond recognition, the stuffing spilling out on the floor and metals poking through.

There were several blood soaked bandages lying around. He was actively stitching up a particularly nasty wound on his thigh, expertly suturing it up without a second thought. Morgan hadn’t been spared either - some of the bandages were from his own cleanup, though the wounds on his skin rapidly began to heal. Curiously, however, he still had clumps of hair missing from his head that hadn’t grown back just yet. It would certainly make it difficult for him to go out unless he gave himself a new haircut to roll with the look. Both men also sported countless bruises, though Emryc still had his.

While Emryc was calm, Morgan had been the clear opposite ever since they had finished. The tiger slowly eased back into the prince and the prince was mortified. Raze had left Emryc, and even Emryc was surprised by the amount of damage they had inflicted upon one another. They had been aggressive in their passion before, but it had never been anywhere close to this. Emryc knew he would take a decent amount of time to heal, and he was glad that he set aside a chunk of time to visit Morgan. A part of him had expected something like this.

Even talking was painful as Morgan’s fangs had punctured his bottom lip. He had bitten the Firrerreo back just as aggressively, but those wounds were already healing. Emryc ran a tongue over the swollen lip and the faint taste of copper. He could practically feel the panic from Morgan without even looking at him. He stopped what he was doing, reaching a hand back to grasp him by the wrist to tug him around and in front of him.

Neither of them had bothered getting dressed just yet. He stared down at Morgan, amusement in his eyes, “I know what I signed up for,” He said simply, “We’ll go back to using the ropes if that makes you feel better,” Emryc gave him a grin. It had certainly stopped Morgan from doing as much damage the last time they had used it.

His gaze flicked down Morgan’s body and then up again, his features softening a bit, “I...didn’t hurt you, did I?” He wasn’t concerned with any superficial wounds after all.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Emryc was most certainly not fine, he was bleeding everywhere. Morgan fingers anxiously busied busied themselves laying bacta-laden patches and bandages across his injuries as gently as he could manage. The iron and copper scent of blood was thick in the room, mixed with sweat and cologne and other things, and he thought he could almost tell Emryc's blood apart from others at this point. Morgan didn't reply to the other man's assertion, not thinking he could speak properly in the middle of his panic.

The prince was instead unusually quietly behind his wounded soldier boy while he worked, aside from the odd shaking exhale or hitched breath. The two of them had given into themselves and eachother more deeply and passionately than before. It spoke to their trust in each other to go so far. But as golden eyes scanned over every mark he felt his heart flutter and sink at the same time.

Every series of bruises he knew were from the greedy grasp of iron fingers, every distinctly patterned puncture from ferocious fangs. Every long line of scratches from dulled and covered claws still backed by inhuman strength, more bruises from where arms or legs had coiled around Emryc like snakes to draw him closer. Every gash, from biting too viciously or something else the Firrerreo didn't know, just made how he felt worse and more confusing.

Morgan was so unsure of how to feel, and it made him so very afraid.

He had many remnants left across his being by Emryc, particularly from bites that always elicited a potent response in Morgan. Bruises abound and other scratches and marks, bleeding cuts from who knows what and a distinct sharp sensation in several joints. Soreness and satisfaction permeated his form, especially the former considering how rough Emryc had been. The other man had left his mark anywhere on his prince he liked and he'd reveled in it, but those marks were already fading away despite how much Morgan wanted them stay just a little longer.

Morgan allowed himself to be pulled around, though with an expression of consternation as he'd been in the middle of patching something. He looked profoundly upset and his face was tight, though he didn't look away from Emryc's face now he was standing before him. Slender fingers ran nervously through his hair, feeling where the it was uneven and tattered and every felt out of place. It would grow relatively quickly, but hair wasn't something evolution had decided needed rapid recovery and, even accelerated by the recovery Morgan was doing now, it would still be a mess for a while. He'd definitely need a haircut.

Goldens glanced down to his wrists and forearms, very badly bruised by all the ways that Emryc bound him, then back up to those softening silver eyes.

Tears suddenly began to fall down his face, and Morgan didn't know if they were joy or sorrow or some mix of both. He leaned down and very, very gently pressed his lips against Emryc's for a moment, little more than the loving caress of nightingale feathers.

"I am unharmed," he answered softly, obviously struggling somewhat to speak to speak through tears and a specific soreness. The hand on his wrist was delicately placed once again over his chest and he kissed him again just as sweetly, letting him feel the way his heart fluttered and flew even from that simple gesture. "See?"

It was always so easy for Emryc to make him feel better, and the words he'd spoken meant all the galaxy to the prince. There was regret on his face or in his tone, and the half-Sephi only really seemed concerned for Morgan. The prince didn't need more reassurance than that, and the question that had briefly poised itself on his tongue disappeared into nothing.

"I love you so very much, my Emryc." Morgan leaned forward, his free arm reaching a broad shoulder to finish taping down an almost-finished bacta patch. His tongue scraped affectionately across a relatively undamaged but of neck, only painted in bruises, before drawing back. Morgan's eyes flicked up behind Emryc toward the utterly destroyed couch and grimaced slightly.

"Perhaps binding is a good idea." He cleared his throat and looked back at his soldier boy, and smiled that sunny smile that was only for him, coloured with something approving and mildly flirtatious. "At least for the rest of your visit."

@Sreeya