I'm always honest, I don't know what you're talking about.
[ His words sound tired and half-hearted, and that's probably due to the generous amount of alcohol they've consumed. He feels lightheaded, which is surprising, considering that he's usually not bad about holding his liquor. Perhaps he should stop now.
But this is nice. It's helping him forget a little about losing their mentor and friend, and though he'd never tell Vane, he actually doesn't mind the other man's company.
In fact, he's glad he's here.
Even when he's being odd and getting way too close. ]
That doesn't mean come any closer, idiot. [ He huffs, intending to put his hands on Vane's shoulders and push him away, but instead he slumps over a bit and lets their foreheads meet.
The other man is warm, and friendly as always. He may be a stupid mongrel, but he was a dependable stupid mongrel. ]
That's exactly what I'm talking about... [ he laughs a bit at it, despite the topic. it isn't that vane can see past percival's layers or anything like that. that involved a certain level of insight and perceptiveness. two traits that he wasn't... particularly well known for.
if anything, how vane perceives the other knight could have easily been likened to a form of projection. he was personally excited to spend time with him, so naturally??? it worked the other way around too (as for if it truly does??? well, that was debatable). besides, as prickly as the other was, or as tricky as piecing through his harsh manner of speech could be—
he was a good guy beneath all of that. ... and vane at least had undivided faith in that. it's why he doesn't actually know if percival is glad to have come out with him. but, whether he is or not, vane is keen on giving him a good time. or trying to. so when he hears the words "i should get going," he clumsily reaches to grab his arm.
but being a bit intoxicated himself his hands miss its target and he ends up grasping onto the front of percival's shirt. ] Ah— [ he's about to say sorry to pull back, but ... why is his shirt always so open? lancey was right. either way, his hands uneasily touch bare skin. ]
[ Truth be told, the longer Percival lingered in this place, the more uneasy he felt. He doesn't feel unsafe (was there ever a situation where Percival didn't feel confident enough to defend himself?), but every sip of his drink that he takes leaves him feeling more and more uneasy. No, perhaps uneasy wasn't the right word. Anxious?
Increasingly worried that with every step Vane took closer, he finds his eyes wandering to the outline of his jaw, among other things. He has enough sense to know that the best thing to do would be to remove himself. They had been fools to consume so much alcohol without knowing its source. For all he knows, they've been exposed to the same chemical he'd encountered in the lagoon.
To make things worse, he doesn't find himself growing as irritated as he usually does when he's facing Vane. The alcohol has him feeling a little... giddy, for lack of a better word.
When he's stopped, he's not expecting it. Nor does he expect the feel of Vane's calloused fingertips brushing against his bare chest. His cheeks flush with color. ]
What are you doing?! I'm going back to my room this instant.
[ Though honestly, Vane doesn't look like he's in great shape either. He doesn't trust that Vane is perceptive enough to realize it's bad idea to stay outside. Is he stuck dogsitting again? He frowns, balling a fist in the other's sleeve and pulling him out of the establishment. ]
Let's go, before you make even more of a fool of yourself in public. You've had more than enough.
[ perhaps, it wouldn't be entirely false to state that vane didn't often comprehend his own limits. it isn 't that he's negligent to them as much as he's... dense. but when you remember his skill set and the fact that he only seems to shine on the verge of death— maybe it's not a complete surprise. which is why...
percival's words are met with some degree of protest. or at least not full agreement. ] Eh? But, we just got here! [ vane says, but his words are already feeling a bit looser. his contact with percival... even more so. percival's skin feels hot to the touch...
and somehow vane can't help but wonder if that's comfortable for him? to be that hot?? it's why he continues to run his hand along percival's chest. seemingly unabashed. if anything, his hands were infinitely cooler in comparison. the least they could provide percival is a way of relief. of cooling him down a bit.
maybe it'd ease his temper a little too? (probably not, ahahah) still the concept gets a small chuckle out of him. aka, yes, vane is intoxicated enough to believe that he's helping percy by touching his tiddies. ] Are you sure you're not just saying that to run away?
[ What... is he doing, exactly?! Percival's eyes grow as wide as saucers as Vane continues pressing further, truly testing the limits of what one man could put up with. His entire body flushes with color, his body immediately responding to the feel of his strong hands exploring him. The rough movements send shivers down his spine, enough to make his pants begin to grow uncomfortably tight. Vane, at least to Percival's compromised state, is being absolutely shameless, and his mind races with alarm. ]
What the hell are you doing?! Get your hands off of me!
[ He means this to be a threat, but rather than his usual angry exclamation, the statement begins with a small gasp and ends with an involuntary moan. This is the part where he should be pulling away, slapping Vane's hands away, possibly even punching him. Instead, all he can do is grip Vane's wrist tightly. It takes every bit of effort to pry himself away, practically dragging the other man behind him. ]
We're GOING HOME. [ If nothing else, because they're in public. This is unseemly and humiliating, and he at least needs some private space to try and sort himself out. ]
[ exclamations like that aren't... unheard from. especially, not when dealing with the lord of flames himself. while normally it would have got him to at least instill some distance, vane is a little bit too out of it to properly response. instead, he waits until percival forcefully removes his hand from him.
vane releases a sigh of disappointment. ] Che. [ it's a drawn out sound, ending with an airy exhale. ] Even though you seemed to be enjoying it...? [ though, it's kind of at this realization that ... vane also seems to have finally caught on to some semblance of shame. or a concept close enough where he at least pauses to think twice. (but really... only twice.)
didn't percy moa... n??
he blushes a bit, stunned enough to actually follow along pretty obediently. his feet drag a little, not because he intends to, but because the ground doesn't seem to be all that even or stable, and somehow the concept of percival having been okay (????? physical okay at least??) with their exchange dizzies him. ]
[ He can't even finish that sentence?! It's so mortifying, knowing that he's telling a bold faced lie, because he's already missing the feel of Vane's strong hands.
This is terrible. ]
Yes, though I have half a mind to leave you outside like the dog you are. [ He replies, sounding way too defeated to sound anything like a threat. Today he just sounds... like a dramatic half-protest. Like he's fighting himself more than he's fighting Vane.
Once they're inside their dwelling, Percival breathes a sigh of relief, but he has to take a moment to brace himself against the wall, his forehead pressed against it. He's way too drunk and way too lightheaded for this. ]
Not...? [ it isn't usual to see the indomitable and perpetually composed percival ... so undone. in this manner or any manner, really. sure he's gotten mad or shouted. bent himself to anger or displeasure, but this was leagues different than that. and somehow vane is oddly invested in this newly discovered divide. while there is a teasing aspect to it, there's also sincere curiosity and ...
attraction. he isn't sure if it's the drinks (no, he probably doesn't even think of that at this point), or something else, but he barks along to percival's words. he finds it easy to go along with this "dog" act of his. his hand drags upwards. his fists are closed, almost making a "paw" as he places it against percival's back. he gives a joking bark right against his ear as he trails close behind as they enter their home.
he's unsteady on his feet, and when percival moves to place his forehead against the wall, vane leans right against his back. he thinks about how to retort, but instead he keeps following up on this dog act. hence after a moment of silence and finding an equilibrium and angle where his head would stop spinning,
he leans in and licks the back of percival's neck. it's a bold move on his part, and not even he knows what drives him, but somehow... he kind of wants to see that same expression on percival again. it was... endearing, and somehow he feels kind of soft thinking that how the usually hardened percival could be so
[ Strangely enough, hearing Vane make those stupid dog sounds actually helps keep him somewhat grounded. It's something familiar and capable of so quickly irking him, that he's able to keep something of his composure for just a little bit longer. He looks over his shoulder with pursed lips, his heartbeat quickening when he comes to the realization that Vane is drawing closer yet again.
Isn't it obvious that he's compromised at this point? Does Vane not realize that he might be under a similar sort of influence. His friend, his well-meaning, but so very stupid friend and companion didn't seem to have a clue as to what was going on. ]
Cease this. Can you not leave me be for one second so that I can explain—!
[ He lets out an audible gasp, and his body trembles at the feeling of Vane's warm tongue against the nape of his neck.
This is his breaking point. He pushes himself away from the wall, instead shifting and turning so that he grabs Vane by the collar and slams the other man against the wall (the neighbors will definitely be hearing that), a desperate attempt to get his attention before this can get any worse. ]
Vane! Listen to me, you big oaf! Something is affecting us, probably something in our drinks from earlier tonight, and you need to control yourself!
there's a part of vane's brain which is slowly and gradually registering these words. but, that doesn't stop him from leaning back in for another taste of percival's skin. only, it's met with a firm ... kabedon!?!
he's honestly shocked, if just because the other male hardly got physical. threats may have been fairly common with him, maybe a push here and there, but this was new. it's enough where it sort of wakes vane up. he shakes his head a little, as if physically attempting to rewire his head into adhering to everything else that was going on. but, it's hard when the proximity is just another reminder of what had transpired thus far.
the heat doesn't leave him, even with the more caustic approach percival is taking. except, wait??
drinks?? control?? ah.... ] Ah! The drinks!! [ ... he pauses and squints, before: ] Wait, what?
[ another tilt of his head in the other direction. ] Bar...k?
[ He winces, if only because he really didn't want to have to explain this any further. It's humiliating. It's awkward. It's... really hard to put together a coherent sentence when all Vane tries to do is push forward and grow uncomfortably close again.
He grows beet red. ]
Not even you can be this daft, can you... ? [ He trails off, sounding tired, exasperated, frustrated, and desirous all at once. ]
There were aphrodisiacs in our drinks. [ He closes his eyes, feeling a bit dizzy. To be drunk ontop of all of this is an entirely new and odd feeling.
Please don't make him explain what an aphrodisiac is. ]
[ vane had never been one for extended explanations. while he could occasionally deliver them for work or restate tales involving those he was close to— that was significantly different from this. between feeling lightheaded and a bit faded, he feels ...
something else that lurks beneath that surface. while percival seems keen on explaining what this specifically meant, vane felt it was enough just to be close and let it pass. besides, in theory? percival kind of looked better already? or at least a bit more like himself? at least he didn't seem as ... reflective as he had prior? maybe tired and exhausted and something else vane doesn't understand?? irritable? but, maybe that was still better.
or maybe that was also part of his now warped perception.
still, he looks at percival straight on. doing his best to at least respect his efforts: ] What do you wanna do? [ was this also hard for percival? without any prompting he leans in closer, he grabs onto the side of percival's face as he opens his mouth and ...
he suddenly loses control of the amount of energy in his body. his legs fall slack and he leans up all his weight against percival. ]
[ What does he want to do? That's a dangerous question. Percival wants to bridge the distance between him, to take the idiot by his hair and crush their lips together. He wants to let his hands roam over Vane's muscles.
But can he voice that? Absolutely not.
Vane spares him the need to when he leans forward and apparently completely gives against him. The weight is both shocking and welcome, making him feel both affection and exasperation. That pretty much summed up his feelings towards Vane on any given day, anyway.
He shouldn't trouble his friend any further. Maybe this means he was ready to sleep it off, and all would be forgotten in the morning. He could deal with his own troubles later. So, with one swift motion, he drapes Vane's arm around his shoulder, stumbling down the hallway and leading them towards Vane's bed. Vane may be heavy, and they may be drunk, but he's strong enough that the task isn't too difficult. Even now, he struggles not to think of the way they're still so close he can feel the other's hot breath near his neck. ]
Get some rest. [ He frowns, settling Vane down on the edge of his bed. Even if the last thing he wants to do is stop touching him. ]
[ it's a strange sensation to be carried like this. in a way it was sort of eye-opening. not that he's ever doubted percival's capability or his intention to have his back, but physically being able to feel it and see it up-close is ... different. overtime he breathes in, he takes in that usual scent the other knight carried. he almost marvels at the concept. ... maybe likening him to a dog wasn't all too far off at times.
he seems to smile to himself momentarily, before his weight shifts and sinks to the relatively poor mattress.
it's in this moment that vane does not take action by thought (he hardly ever does), but by guts alone. maybe it's the shadows in the dark, or the way percival was casted in light of his intoxication, but he seemed lonely? longing? vane isn't sure what it is, but already feels himself moving to eliminate such a prospect.
he tugs on percival's wrist. theres a silent "i won't go anywhere" in there somewhere.
it's something raw and honest. in light of their losses, it's real. but, of course, vane is quick to diffuse it with a strained smile. there's more he wants to say or explain, but he can't and doesn't. before long, he falls victim to all the swell of desires he's felt previous to this. it's almost like it all came together like a second wind as he regains some of his energy. enough to grab the back of percival's neck and pull him close enough to press their lips together.
all things considered it's a shoddy job and all he can taste is the alcohol they've both consumed but he doesn't mind it. ]
[ At first, he truly thinks that this is the end of that. In a way, it's relieving. It means that they wouldn't have to deal with an uncomfortable conversation later, even if Percival has no idea how he's going to cope through the night. But, this is exactly what he deserved for being so blindly trusting of an unknown establishment.
Of course, things aren't that simple. Before Percival knows what's happening, his wrist is grabbed, and his journey out the door brought to an abrupt halt. ]
Let me go. [ He says, voice low, sounding as if he's at the end of his rope. Perhaps that's why he offers surprisingly little resistance when he's pulled forward. His body tenses when Vane pulls him close by the nape of his neck, yet oddly, the feeling of their lips pressing puts him... oddly at ease.
It tells him that they weren't on such separate pages after all, even if the page they're on is the worst idea to ever indulge.
The kiss is sloppy, both parties a little too intoxicated to worry much about keeping the gesture tidy and chaste. He craves more of this taste, the taste of Vane, alcohol and all, and though his face warms with nervousness and embarrassment all over again, he grips Vane's shirt tightly in his fist and shifts to straddle his lap where Vane sits. All the while, he doesn't pull away from his mouth. ]
[ though percival speaks clearly, vane is far too in a state of disarray to pay it any mind. it rolls off his back like any of his insults might have. instead he focuses on what they have physically. the feel of percival's lips against his own. the softness of his lips in contrast to how roughly they move against his own. they're both obviously not all to precise with their movements. there's wasted effort everywhere, including how ... vane misses grabbing percival's thigh.
while he tries to help to ease him on his lap, instead vane ends up grabbing a fistful of sheets with his free hand. a steep and polar opposite as the firm hand on the back of percival's neck slides lower. more purposely as they slide against muscle and the material of his shirt. with this, slowly, his other hand seems to find its proper place especially as he begins attempts to hitch percival's shirt upwards and over his torso. but that's as far as he makes it.
he pulls their lips apart for a few seconds if just to breathe against his mouth and give a: ] Eheh... what happened to "let me go"? [ yeah, he would at this timing? still, he leans back in, just to gently press his teeth against the corner of percival's lips...
but, it's a mystery if he actually meant to do that or if he just missed and just vaguely tried to recover. ]
[ Their movements may not be refined in any sense of the word. In fact, if his mind were clearer and his own thoughts less clouded by alcohol, he would have spared a moment to have a good laugh at Vane's expense and the way he aims his grip and misses.
As careless and sloppy as their movements are, they satisfy and urge Percival on nonetheless in a way that he never would have entertained. Certainly not with Vane, of all people. Vane was someone that he was doomed to continually butt heads with. Someone that he would secretly consider a friend, but would never publicly acknowledge more than necessary. And rarely without a healthy dose of insults to follow.
But tonight, as a consequence of their poor decisions, he yearns for his company and his affection, and the stupid way he can't even kiss him properly without letting his tongue slip to the side of his lips, wet and shameless. Percival braces his palms on both of Vane's shoulders and frowns deeply at the other's taunt. Is that the game he was going to play, even now, when he's clearly past the point of being able to make rational decisions? He settles further into Vane's lap and tugs on his shirt collar harshly enough that their foreheads meet and are held firmly in place. ]
Keep provoking me, I dare you.
[ He shifts a little and closes his eyes when Vane teases him with his teeth, accidental or not. He's so stupid. But this is endearing and affectionate in the way that only Vane is capable of, without pretense or subtlety. It's this stupidly simple gesture of affection that makes his heart swell with affection for this idiot. ]
[ slipping into their usual dynamic and exchanges was oddly comforting. in the midst of so many things shifting and altering between them— their closeness, the kisses they shared in breathlessness, and the hints of intimacy and arousal— it grounds him as a constant. it presses him forwards and onwards and despite the threat, he can feel himself smiling. his cheeks hurting a bit at the angle of his teeth, and in subduing a chuckle that threatens to surface.
in a way this was as true to himself as percival probably could be, and he appreciates that. something he shows with his body. he continues to lay his hands over percival's bare skin. he hasn't removed his shirt completely, getting it stuck somewhere near his shoulder blades, but his hands roam beneath percival's shirt regardless. hungry for establishing contact. he allows his heat to conform to roughness of his palms. despite being a seasoned knight and a reliable comrade on the battlefield— his body was far softer than his own. his skin smooth and supple. somehow, even if vane hardly really thought of appearances...
he thinks it's beautiful. even when he feels his neck area tighten with the way percival grabs at his collar— he doesn't seem to mind. something that's obvious as his lips drag against percival's skin. he leans in close to his ear, gently sucking on the lobe, before he gives a quiet: ] Percy, so scary! [ he whispers it, but there's still that exclamation to his words. ... and maybe that bit of ridicule that never really leaves their exchanges. he means well, of course. in retrospect ...
it's actually amazing how they could quip back at each other even in this state. ]
[ Has he ever given thought to what Vane's roughened hands might feel like against his skin? No, truthfully. But right now, it is the only thing he can think about, and each sensation imprints in his memory in a way that ensures he'll never forget it. The increasingly tight feeling between his legs ensures this as well. Percival's mind grows heavy with wanting, practical thoughts flooded by the desire to escalate the situation, to bask in his warm presence and explore his body, too.
It doesn't help that the hot breath against his ear, and way Vane's palms drag across his torso, both weaken his resolve and make him flushed and warm with embarrassment and arousal. He also feels more than a little humiliated, to be reduced to the state so easily by someone who didn't even fathom what was initially happening. He shivers at the feel of Vane's hot tongue teasing his lobe. The remark is enough to spark indignation in him, because of course it is, and he drops his hands from being braced on Vane's shoulders to suddenly dipping between them.
Without any warning, he pushes his palm firmly between Vane's thighs, harshly squeezing the outline of his cock through his trousers with greedy fingers.
He doesn't seem thrilled with the idea of being so visibly vulnerable, apparently. Not without Vane giving a little back. ]
[ strangely enough (to him), he's drawn to this side of percy that seems so ... defenseless? he isn't sure if that's the right word, but it's endearing somehow. he's filled with these sentiments up until percival presses his hands between his legs.
it's something he hadn't accounted for, and he automatically feels the embarrassment settle in.
he was already beginning to feel a bit tighter against his pants, but this was ... unprecedented. he feels himself harden under percival's touch and he idea that he's getting stimulated from the other. so purposely too. though that indignant look that percival wears so well seems to tip him off to the fact that this was probably in regards to his comment (unbeknowest to him, it's actually the whole affair he's exasperated with). ] That's unfair...
[ no one did anything below the belt yet??? as far as vane is concerned wasn't that kind of cheating? still, he seems to relent easily enough. he begins to pull of his shirt. then, he settles his hand against the buttons on his pants. before, he looks back at percival, gently grabbing onto his wrist. ] What about you?
Don't tell me .... [ !!! ] You need help?! [ is he too drunk??
[ After getting exactly the reaction he'd hoped for, which is, to catch Vane so off-guard that the other man loses control and makes an embarrassment of himself, Percival actually throws his head back and laughs. He laughs, and while it's rare to see such an unbridled sight of mirth, he's also drunk enough that he's a bit disoriented, and he almost loses his balance on Vane's lap.
he catches himself with his free hand on Vane's shoulder. ] What's not fair, idiot? [ He grins, apparently incredibly happy to have taken ahold of the metaphorical reigns, feeling his own blood race with want as he squeezes tighter and feels the shape of Vane's cock above his trousers. He continues doing this while Vane begins to remove his shirt, eagerly grabbing an eyeful of the muscled torso underneath. He doesn't stop the teasing even when Vane clearly makes a move to try and remove his pants, only faltering when Vane implies that he can't disrobe himself. ]
Ngg-- I'm perfectly capable! [ Now, he finally pulls away and stops tormenting poor Vane, making a move to shift into an easier position to remove his own garments, but he really just ends up... flopping onto the bed on his stomach.
the fact that percival would go out of his way to touch him like this. stranger even, the context, or the fact that this may have been the first time he's ever seen the other knight laugh so freely. jovial. genuinely satisfied with himself over his actions. no, perhaps, the latter not so much. but, it's enough where even vane in his inebriated state, finds himself staring for too long. his eyes widened...
that is, before he refocuses back on the touch. percival's hands are warm enough that he swears he feels the heat that emanates from it. but, that probably isn't entirely the case. he knows the heat he feels isn't... just percival. he finds himself swallowing hard as he feels percival tightly outline his length.
he's about to open his mouth to say something, but then...
there percival goes. part of vane watches with impatience. he had always been a restless individual and in times where his desires ran high, he finds it is more apparent than ever. but, while percival flops over, vane now reaches over. ] This is why you should have just been honest, Percy.
[ but, he doesn't look at all mocking or exasperated. instead, he smiles a little, as he reaches over to .... roll him over.
he half-succeeds and it's here, he begins to help percival undress. once again, he finds himself oddly ... fascinated with touching the other male's skin. but, maybe more than that....he does want to get back at him a little. he presses the palms of his hand against percival's chest once more. this time pressing closer, he presses his thigh against percival's leg as well as he draws close to him. he tugs a little on his hair as he leans in to ...
[ The way he falls down on the bed so suddenly leaves him feeling pretty disoriented, but the joy and satisfaction he got from making Vane momentarily lose his composure was worth it. He's still grinning a bit when Vane essentially helps him roll over, though he inhales sharply when he realizes that Vane is helping him undress.
And grows further distracted when he allows himself to get a good look at Vane. And for the first time, a really good look at Vane. He's always been aware of his body, in an abstract way. In the way he'd refer to his friend as an oaf with all brawn and no brains, but it's as if he's beholding the image of well-toned perfection right now. The thought leaves him even more desirous and just a little insecure.
Not that he can linger on that thought for long, as Vane begins to explore him with increased vigor, making him grow painfully stiff between his thighs and impatient.
The feel of wet tongue against the side of his lips. It's— it's very Vane, at very least, and he's drunk and horny enough that it doesn't bother him as much as it should. Which is probably sad. But it's still disorienting enough that Percival scowls and presses his hands against Vane's chest, trying to push him away, just for a moment. ]
You impatient—! Let me finish undressing! [ He will, at the very least, attempt to wiggle out of the rest of his pants and undergarments. His shirt is half unbuttoned now, anyway. ]
[ there's a certain lack of control and restraint that vane exhibits. to begin with, he was always more of a feelings over rationale type. he's never been very disciplined in this regard despite being a knight, and it shows in the way he touches percival. there's no secondary considerations. just a carnal desire he wants satisfied, even if... he still can't quite comprehend it.
percival's body is different than his own. it's the same in some respects, but the feel of his leaner muscles, the way his body is thinner and his waist more defined than his own— his fingers slide lower as he tries to get a feel for these subtle distinctions. but, then he feels a shove, and: ] Oof...
[ he's pushed back further if just for being taken off-guard, and it's here...
he just blinks owlishly. as if his brain is trying to catch up with what percival was doing? but, then he starts undressing himself completely and vane finds that he's a bit flushed. and... for a while he just stares. mouth slightly agape?? though, it's soon followed by a shocked: ] Percy undressed himself?!
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vane - intro log nov 2017
I'm always honest, I don't know what you're talking about.
[ His words sound tired and half-hearted, and that's probably due to the generous amount of alcohol they've consumed. He feels lightheaded, which is surprising, considering that he's usually not bad about holding his liquor. Perhaps he should stop now.
But this is nice. It's helping him forget a little about losing their mentor and friend, and though he'd never tell Vane, he actually doesn't mind the other man's company.
In fact, he's glad he's here.
Even when he's being odd and getting way too close. ]
That doesn't mean come any closer, idiot. [ He huffs, intending to put his hands on Vane's shoulders and push him away, but instead he slumps over a bit and lets their foreheads meet.
The other man is warm, and friendly as always. He may be a stupid mongrel, but he was a dependable stupid mongrel. ]
I've had enough. I should get going.
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if anything, how vane perceives the other knight could have easily been likened to a form of projection. he was personally excited to spend time with him, so naturally??? it worked the other way around too (as for if it truly does??? well, that was debatable). besides, as prickly as the other was, or as tricky as piecing through his harsh manner of speech could be—
he was a good guy beneath all of that. ... and vane at least had undivided faith in that. it's why he doesn't actually know if percival is glad to have come out with him. but, whether he is or not, vane is keen on giving him a good time. or trying to. so when he hears the words "i should get going," he clumsily reaches to grab his arm.
but being a bit intoxicated himself his hands miss its target and he ends up grasping onto the front of percival's shirt. ] Ah— [ he's about to say sorry to pull back, but ... why is his shirt always so open? lancey was right. either way, his hands uneasily touch bare skin. ]
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Increasingly worried that with every step Vane took closer, he finds his eyes wandering to the outline of his jaw, among other things. He has enough sense to know that the best thing to do would be to remove himself. They had been fools to consume so much alcohol without knowing its source. For all he knows, they've been exposed to the same chemical he'd encountered in the lagoon.
To make things worse, he doesn't find himself growing as irritated as he usually does when he's facing Vane. The alcohol has him feeling a little... giddy, for lack of a better word.
When he's stopped, he's not expecting it. Nor does he expect the feel of Vane's calloused fingertips brushing against his bare chest. His cheeks flush with color. ]
What are you doing?! I'm going back to my room this instant.
[ Though honestly, Vane doesn't look like he's in great shape either. He doesn't trust that Vane is perceptive enough to realize it's bad idea to stay outside. Is he stuck dogsitting again? He frowns, balling a fist in the other's sleeve and pulling him out of the establishment. ]
Let's go, before you make even more of a fool of yourself in public. You've had more than enough.
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percival's words are met with some degree of protest. or at least not full agreement. ] Eh? But, we just got here! [ vane says, but his words are already feeling a bit looser. his contact with percival... even more so. percival's skin feels hot to the touch...
and somehow vane can't help but wonder if that's comfortable for him? to be that hot?? it's why he continues to run his hand along percival's chest. seemingly unabashed. if anything, his hands were infinitely cooler in comparison. the least they could provide percival is a way of relief. of cooling him down a bit.
maybe it'd ease his temper a little too? (probably not, ahahah) still the concept gets a small chuckle out of him. aka, yes, vane is intoxicated enough to believe that he's helping percy by touching his tiddies. ] Are you sure you're not just saying that to run away?
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What the hell are you doing?! Get your hands off of me!
[ He means this to be a threat, but rather than his usual angry exclamation, the statement begins with a small gasp and ends with an involuntary moan. This is the part where he should be pulling away, slapping Vane's hands away, possibly even punching him. Instead, all he can do is grip Vane's wrist tightly. It takes every bit of effort to pry himself away, practically dragging the other man behind him. ]
We're GOING HOME. [ If nothing else, because they're in public. This is unseemly and humiliating, and he at least needs some private space to try and sort himself out. ]
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vane releases a sigh of disappointment. ] Che. [ it's a drawn out sound, ending with an airy exhale. ] Even though you seemed to be enjoying it...? [ though, it's kind of at this realization that ... vane also seems to have finally caught on to some semblance of shame. or a concept close enough where he at least pauses to think twice. (but really... only twice.)
didn't percy moa... n??
he blushes a bit, stunned enough to actually follow along pretty obediently. his feet drag a little, not because he intends to, but because the ground doesn't seem to be all that even or stable, and somehow the concept of percival having been okay (????? physical okay at least??) with their exchange dizzies him. ]
Home? ... ours?
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[ He can't even finish that sentence?! It's so mortifying, knowing that he's telling a bold faced lie, because he's already missing the feel of Vane's strong hands.
This is terrible. ]
Yes, though I have half a mind to leave you outside like the dog you are. [ He replies, sounding way too defeated to sound anything like a threat. Today he just sounds... like a dramatic half-protest. Like he's fighting himself more than he's fighting Vane.
Once they're inside their dwelling, Percival breathes a sigh of relief, but he has to take a moment to brace himself against the wall, his forehead pressed against it. He's way too drunk and way too lightheaded for this. ]
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attraction. he isn't sure if it's the drinks (no, he probably doesn't even think of that at this point), or something else, but he barks along to percival's words. he finds it easy to go along with this "dog" act of his. his hand drags upwards. his fists are closed, almost making a "paw" as he places it against percival's back. he gives a joking bark right against his ear as he trails close behind as they enter their home.
he's unsteady on his feet, and when percival moves to place his forehead against the wall, vane leans right against his back. he thinks about how to retort, but instead he keeps following up on this dog act. hence after a moment of silence and finding an equilibrium and angle where his head would stop spinning,
he leans in and licks the back of percival's neck. it's a bold move on his part, and not even he knows what drives him, but somehow... he kind of wants to see that same expression on percival again. it was... endearing, and somehow he feels kind of soft thinking that how the usually hardened percival could be so
cute? ]
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Isn't it obvious that he's compromised at this point? Does Vane not realize that he might be under a similar sort of influence. His friend, his well-meaning, but so very stupid friend and companion didn't seem to have a clue as to what was going on. ]
Cease this. Can you not leave me be for one second so that I can explain—!
[ He lets out an audible gasp, and his body trembles at the feeling of Vane's warm tongue against the nape of his neck.
This is his breaking point. He pushes himself away from the wall, instead shifting and turning so that he grabs Vane by the collar and slams the other man against the wall (the neighbors will definitely be hearing that), a desperate attempt to get his attention before this can get any worse. ]
Vane! Listen to me, you big oaf! Something is affecting us, probably something in our drinks from earlier tonight, and you need to control yourself!
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there's a part of vane's brain which is slowly and gradually registering these words. but, that doesn't stop him from leaning back in for another taste of percival's skin. only, it's met with a firm ... kabedon!?!
he's honestly shocked, if just because the other male hardly got physical. threats may have been fairly common with him, maybe a push here and there, but this was new. it's enough where it sort of wakes vane up. he shakes his head a little, as if physically attempting to rewire his head into adhering to everything else that was going on. but, it's hard when the proximity is just another reminder of what had transpired thus far.
the heat doesn't leave him, even with the more caustic approach percival is taking. except, wait??
drinks?? control?? ah.... ] Ah! The drinks!! [ ... he pauses and squints, before: ] Wait, what?
[ another tilt of his head in the other direction. ] Bar...k?
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He grows beet red. ]
Not even you can be this daft, can you... ? [ He trails off, sounding tired, exasperated, frustrated, and desirous all at once. ]
There were aphrodisiacs in our drinks. [ He closes his eyes, feeling a bit dizzy. To be drunk ontop of all of this is an entirely new and odd feeling.
Please don't make him explain what an aphrodisiac is. ]
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something else that lurks beneath that surface. while percival seems keen on explaining what this specifically meant, vane felt it was enough just to be close and let it pass. besides, in theory? percival kind of looked better already? or at least a bit more like himself? at least he didn't seem as ... reflective as he had prior? maybe tired and exhausted and something else vane doesn't understand?? irritable? but, maybe that was still better.
or maybe that was also part of his now warped perception.
still, he looks at percival straight on. doing his best to at least respect his efforts: ] What do you wanna do? [ was this also hard for percival? without any prompting he leans in closer, he grabs onto the side of percival's face as he opens his mouth and ...
he suddenly loses control of the amount of energy in his body. his legs fall slack and he leans up all his weight against percival. ]
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[ What does he want to do? That's a dangerous question. Percival wants to bridge the distance between him, to take the idiot by his hair and crush their lips together. He wants to let his hands roam over Vane's muscles.
But can he voice that? Absolutely not.
Vane spares him the need to when he leans forward and apparently completely gives against him. The weight is both shocking and welcome, making him feel both affection and exasperation. That pretty much summed up his feelings towards Vane on any given day, anyway.
He shouldn't trouble his friend any further. Maybe this means he was ready to sleep it off, and all would be forgotten in the morning. He could deal with his own troubles later. So, with one swift motion, he drapes Vane's arm around his shoulder, stumbling down the hallway and leading them towards Vane's bed. Vane may be heavy, and they may be drunk, but he's strong enough that the task isn't too difficult. Even now, he struggles not to think of the way they're still so close he can feel the other's hot breath near his neck. ]
Get some rest. [ He frowns, settling Vane down on the edge of his bed. Even if the last thing he wants to do is stop touching him. ]
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he seems to smile to himself momentarily, before his weight shifts and sinks to the relatively poor mattress.
it's in this moment that vane does not take action by thought (he hardly ever does), but by guts alone. maybe it's the shadows in the dark, or the way percival was casted in light of his intoxication, but he seemed lonely? longing? vane isn't sure what it is, but already feels himself moving to eliminate such a prospect.
he tugs on percival's wrist. theres a silent "i won't go anywhere" in there somewhere.
it's something raw and honest. in light of their losses, it's real. but, of course, vane is quick to diffuse it with a strained smile. there's more he wants to say or explain, but he can't and doesn't. before long, he falls victim to all the swell of desires he's felt previous to this. it's almost like it all came together like a second wind as he regains some of his energy. enough to grab the back of percival's neck and pull him close enough to press their lips together.
all things considered it's a shoddy job and all he can taste is the alcohol they've both consumed but he doesn't mind it. ]
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Of course, things aren't that simple. Before Percival knows what's happening, his wrist is grabbed, and his journey out the door brought to an abrupt halt. ]
Let me go. [ He says, voice low, sounding as if he's at the end of his rope. Perhaps that's why he offers surprisingly little resistance when he's pulled forward. His body tenses when Vane pulls him close by the nape of his neck, yet oddly, the feeling of their lips pressing puts him... oddly at ease.
It tells him that they weren't on such separate pages after all, even if the page they're on is the worst idea to ever indulge.
The kiss is sloppy, both parties a little too intoxicated to worry much about keeping the gesture tidy and chaste. He craves more of this taste, the taste of Vane, alcohol and all, and though his face warms with nervousness and embarrassment all over again, he grips Vane's shirt tightly in his fist and shifts to straddle his lap where Vane sits. All the while, he doesn't pull away from his mouth. ]
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while he tries to help to ease him on his lap, instead vane ends up grabbing a fistful of sheets with his free hand. a steep and polar opposite as the firm hand on the back of percival's neck slides lower. more purposely as they slide against muscle and the material of his shirt. with this, slowly, his other hand seems to find its proper place especially as he begins attempts to hitch percival's shirt upwards and over his torso. but that's as far as he makes it.
he pulls their lips apart for a few seconds if just to breathe against his mouth and give a: ] Eheh... what happened to "let me go"? [ yeah, he would at this timing? still, he leans back in, just to gently press his teeth against the corner of percival's lips...
but, it's a mystery if he actually meant to do that or if he just missed and just vaguely tried to recover. ]
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As careless and sloppy as their movements are, they satisfy and urge Percival on nonetheless in a way that he never would have entertained. Certainly not with Vane, of all people. Vane was someone that he was doomed to continually butt heads with. Someone that he would secretly consider a friend, but would never publicly acknowledge more than necessary. And rarely without a healthy dose of insults to follow.
But tonight, as a consequence of their poor decisions, he yearns for his company and his affection, and the stupid way he can't even kiss him properly without letting his tongue slip to the side of his lips, wet and shameless. Percival braces his palms on both of Vane's shoulders and frowns deeply at the other's taunt. Is that the game he was going to play, even now, when he's clearly past the point of being able to make rational decisions? He settles further into Vane's lap and tugs on his shirt collar harshly enough that their foreheads meet and are held firmly in place. ]
Keep provoking me, I dare you.
[ He shifts a little and closes his eyes when Vane teases him with his teeth, accidental or not. He's so stupid. But this is endearing and affectionate in the way that only Vane is capable of, without pretense or subtlety. It's this stupidly simple gesture of affection that makes his heart swell with affection for this idiot. ]
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in a way this was as true to himself as percival probably could be, and he appreciates that. something he shows with his body. he continues to lay his hands over percival's bare skin. he hasn't removed his shirt completely, getting it stuck somewhere near his shoulder blades, but his hands roam beneath percival's shirt regardless. hungry for establishing contact. he allows his heat to conform to roughness of his palms. despite being a seasoned knight and a reliable comrade on the battlefield— his body was far softer than his own. his skin smooth and supple. somehow, even if vane hardly really thought of appearances...
he thinks it's beautiful. even when he feels his neck area tighten with the way percival grabs at his collar— he doesn't seem to mind. something that's obvious as his lips drag against percival's skin. he leans in close to his ear, gently sucking on the lobe, before he gives a quiet: ] Percy, so scary! [ he whispers it, but there's still that exclamation to his words. ... and maybe that bit of ridicule that never really leaves their exchanges. he means well, of course. in retrospect ...
it's actually amazing how they could quip back at each other even in this state. ]
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It doesn't help that the hot breath against his ear, and way Vane's palms drag across his torso, both weaken his resolve and make him flushed and warm with embarrassment and arousal. He also feels more than a little humiliated, to be reduced to the state so easily by someone who didn't even fathom what was initially happening. He shivers at the feel of Vane's hot tongue teasing his lobe. The remark is enough to spark indignation in him, because of course it is, and he drops his hands from being braced on Vane's shoulders to suddenly dipping between them.
Without any warning, he pushes his palm firmly between Vane's thighs, harshly squeezing the outline of his cock through his trousers with greedy fingers.
He doesn't seem thrilled with the idea of being so visibly vulnerable, apparently. Not without Vane giving a little back. ]
Be quiet and disrobe.
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it's something he hadn't accounted for, and he automatically feels the embarrassment settle in.
he was already beginning to feel a bit tighter against his pants, but this was ... unprecedented. he feels himself harden under percival's touch and he idea that he's getting stimulated from the other. so purposely too. though that indignant look that percival wears so well seems to tip him off to the fact that this was probably in regards to his comment (unbeknowest to him, it's actually the whole affair he's exasperated with). ] That's unfair...
[ no one did anything below the belt yet??? as far as vane is concerned wasn't that kind of cheating? still, he seems to relent easily enough. he begins to pull of his shirt. then, he settles his hand against the buttons on his pants. before, he looks back at percival, gently grabbing onto his wrist. ] What about you?
Don't tell me .... [ !!! ] You need help?! [ is he too drunk??
to remove his own pants?? ]
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he catches himself with his free hand on Vane's shoulder. ] What's not fair, idiot? [ He grins, apparently incredibly happy to have taken ahold of the metaphorical reigns, feeling his own blood race with want as he squeezes tighter and feels the shape of Vane's cock above his trousers. He continues doing this while Vane begins to remove his shirt, eagerly grabbing an eyeful of the muscled torso underneath. He doesn't stop the teasing even when Vane clearly makes a move to try and remove his pants, only faltering when Vane implies that he can't disrobe himself. ]
Ngg-- I'm perfectly capable! [ Now, he finally pulls away and stops tormenting poor Vane, making a move to shift into an easier position to remove his own garments, but he really just ends up... flopping onto the bed on his stomach.
An effort was made. ]
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the fact that percival would go out of his way to touch him like this. stranger even, the context, or the fact that this may have been the first time he's ever seen the other knight laugh so freely. jovial. genuinely satisfied with himself over his actions. no, perhaps, the latter not so much. but, it's enough where even vane in his inebriated state, finds himself staring for too long. his eyes widened...
that is, before he refocuses back on the touch. percival's hands are warm enough that he swears he feels the heat that emanates from it. but, that probably isn't entirely the case. he knows the heat he feels isn't... just percival. he finds himself swallowing hard as he feels percival tightly outline his length.
he's about to open his mouth to say something, but then...
there percival goes. part of vane watches with impatience. he had always been a restless individual and in times where his desires ran high, he finds it is more apparent than ever. but, while percival flops over, vane now reaches over. ] This is why you should have just been honest, Percy.
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he half-succeeds and it's here, he begins to help percival undress. once again, he finds himself oddly ... fascinated with touching the other male's skin. but, maybe more than that....he does want to get back at him a little. he presses the palms of his hand against percival's chest once more. this time pressing closer, he presses his thigh against percival's leg as well as he draws close to him. he tugs a little on his hair as he leans in to ...
lick the side of percival's mouth. kill me. ]
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And grows further distracted when he allows himself to get a good look at Vane. And for the first time, a really good look at Vane. He's always been aware of his body, in an abstract way. In the way he'd refer to his friend as an oaf with all brawn and no brains, but it's as if he's beholding the image of well-toned perfection right now. The thought leaves him even more desirous and just a little insecure.
Not that he can linger on that thought for long, as Vane begins to explore him with increased vigor, making him grow painfully stiff between his thighs and impatient.
The feel of wet tongue against the side of his lips. It's— it's very Vane, at very least, and he's drunk and horny enough that it doesn't bother him as much as it should. Which is probably sad. But it's still disorienting enough that Percival scowls and presses his hands against Vane's chest, trying to push him away, just for a moment. ]
You impatient—! Let me finish undressing! [ He will, at the very least, attempt to wiggle out of the rest of his pants and undergarments. His shirt is half unbuttoned now, anyway. ]
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percival's body is different than his own. it's the same in some respects, but the feel of his leaner muscles, the way his body is thinner and his waist more defined than his own— his fingers slide lower as he tries to get a feel for these subtle distinctions. but, then he feels a shove, and: ] Oof...
[ he's pushed back further if just for being taken off-guard, and it's here...
he just blinks owlishly. as if his brain is trying to catch up with what percival was doing? but, then he starts undressing himself completely and vane finds that he's a bit flushed. and... for a while he just stares. mouth slightly agape?? though, it's soon followed by a shocked: ] Percy undressed himself?!
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