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Post by Rook on Nov 28, 2008 2:15:15 GMT -5
Rook sometimes wished his paws weren't so damn big, he wasn't a gracefully built creature to begin with, his shoulders were far too wide, and his neck was thick, but if you had paws like small frying pans then you could say goodbye to careers in either calligraphy or figure skating.
It also made it hard to keep balance in a scientific laboratory.
In the corner of his eye, he could see millions of miniature hybrids and tigers rolling occasionally, their ears flattened, hardly audible above the whirr of equipment, their tiny tails lashing, touching but never quite entwining as their locked mouths occasionally broke to breathe, and move down one another's over-warm bodies.
The beakers provided a unique view on things, Zarek, for instance, had a cute butt.
Rook couldn't remember where he had lost his shirt this time.
He was actually worried, it had been a purple button up with white flowers, a rarity among his clothes, oddly enough a present from his secretary (maybe she needed her eyes checked again?)
He hadn't known how oddly appealing Zarek for one, would find it.
A short excursion into Zarek's laboratory to "look around" had resulted in the tiger showing him a lot more than different kinds of metallic compounds.
Jesus Christ, I'm in love with an enourmous nerd.
Rook had slowly been edging towards a level of comfort with his partner, their make-out sessions becoming steadily more intense, and often ending with relief of some non-direct kind. He hadn't been thinking, that was his problem of course, not thinking a head, that Zarek might not be as content as he was with their progress.
His work had been heaping upon him lately and he considered his time with the tiger mini vacations that lasted a few hours each day, sometimes they slept together but other times Zarek would go back to his apartment and Rook would be left wondering if his visit had been a cruelly short dream.
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Post by texas on Nov 28, 2008 2:31:27 GMT -5
While Rook's mind went over what was going on Zarek's mind had fogged over long ago. The purple shirt was what had gotten the fog started. The damn thing was so ugly, but it had fit to the wolverine’s body so well that the tiger had begun to start thinking about what the cloth had been covering.
However, that was not what pushed Zarek over the edge. It was Rook bending over to examine God knows what. The next thing that the tiger knew was that he was on the other man and had broken a few objects when this had happened. After that everything was a blur. All that Zarek knew was that he wanted this to go farther than it had gone before.
Shoving Rook down onto the table Zarek began to work the other man’s pants down his mind only thinking of what he wanted and not what his lover would want. If it had been that way then he would have been so much more loving with his approach. It wasn’t that way though, and Zarek wanted to go all the way today.
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Post by Rook on Nov 28, 2008 2:46:49 GMT -5
Rook had rather enjoyed the impact on the cool hard table on his back, it was strangely erotic to be laid out flat like that, on a laboratory table no less (though he couldn't help feeling rather silly just the same).
Zarek's soft pink paw pads gripped his thick shoulders, and the lips, as they kissed and explored, tickled by long fine white whiskers, seemed more urgent than they ever had before, a smirk was developing it what could be seen of Rook's mouth.
Reminder: Wear everything my secretary gives me from now
on, no matter how horrible it is. Apparently bad taste is an aphrodisiac
He wondered what the Seraphim would say if he tried to patent that theory. Grunting slowly as Zarek's chest pressed against his own, he looked up, his narrow almond shaped gray eyes glinting with amusement, the tiger's advances were highly appealing, after all Rook was usually the one in this position for most of the time.
He couldn't tell how long it was before he started noticing a different "brisk" was starting to become pretty damn rough, and whether Zarek realized it or not he could feel the pin prick of claws on his skin.
He was not suprised at the fact that his pants were coming down, rather suprised at the fact at the way it was being done.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, something shifted, alarm bells were going off, though he couldn't exactly pin point why, after all they were just having a good time, eh?
It was different though, something was...
He figeted a little bit, hesitant to break the mood, his discomfort grew however as his pants were tugged roughly down this thighs, only this finally sparked his awkward interjection
"...hun"?
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Post by texas on Nov 28, 2008 2:56:44 GMT -5
Everything was in sight. Everything was there. Everything was perfect. It was broken though when Rokk decided to speak up. The fog lifted slightly and Zarek could see that he was being a little too rough. The need, the craving, and the want where still there though. The scene wasn’t what the tiger wanted but it would do.
“Rook, don’t stop me. Not now. Shh.” Was all the reply his lover received. Basicaly it was Zarek saying, ‘shut up and let me use you.’
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Post by Rook on Nov 28, 2008 3:09:54 GMT -5
Rook felt his fur was rubbed the wrong way with that "hush now, little child, the grown ups are talking about your future" little remark. He wished Zarek hadn't have said that, if he had said something else maybe he could have...
No, Rook had always been a survivor, he knew what was happening, he was just refusing to acknowledge it. It wasn't like Zarek was a--oh my gosh --- horrible person for wanting to fuck around with him....no it was ...
It's my fault.
---Well anyway the little remark said it all, his instincts weren't lying to him. He waited a few seconds, not breathing for a moment and then turned at the right moment, sliding his lower half away from Zarek's embrace and propping himself up, slipping once, and then managing to face Zarek directly, his long black hair was mussed and he had an expression of unease and some kind of subtle frusteration on his rigid features.
He diddn't say anything, no words came to him, he waited for the blow to sink in.
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Post by texas on Nov 28, 2008 14:06:47 GMT -5
When Rook pulled away from him Zarek stayed in the same position for a second blinking a few times. Looking up with a frown on his face anyone could tell he was not happy. The fog was lifted, but now all the tiger could think about was what Rook would not let him do.
“This isn’t working Rook. Not one little bit.” A simple statement that was true all the same. Zarek was a man and he had needs, and the wolverine wasn’t helping him at all. In fact he was just making things worst. It was little dangling a bone in front of a hungry dog.
“You know what?” He said getting off the table and looking around for his discarded clothing. “I’m going to go find myself a person who will let me enjoy myself with the.” He clapped his paws together. “Then I won’t have to worry about them saying NO.”
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Post by Rook on Nov 28, 2008 14:48:19 GMT -5
Rook's anger was allowed to bloom for presciley the amount of time that the tiger looked him in the eye, but when Zarek pulled himself away, what descended did not chase away the anger, only feed it, it was a flood of deep, burning shame.
Zarek's words rubbed on sore spots, now he realized, how out in the open in his sore spots had been despite the taciturn way he usually hid them from his enemies.
The confusion, deep embarrassment and guilt that was heaped on him, had been let out of some small corner in his mind that he had been shoving away and now came at him with twice the force.
He felt like a little kid who could not read, all of his classmates, including his best friend seemed to do it, he got extra help from the teacher, but still the words refused to shape in his mind, and he continuously rejected them.
...
Why couldn't he fuck his mate? What the hell was wrong with him?
...
He was silent throughout Zarek's declaration's each one making him sink deeper into a sense of self disgust, however his brain responded with an angry retort almost automatically. His claws sunk into his own tail as he gripped it.
"If that's what makes you happy go whore yourself out from dawn until dusk, maybe I'll even thank the guy, once you get out of heat you might not be such an asshole".
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Post by texas on Nov 28, 2008 15:00:38 GMT -5
“At least I don’t lead a guy on and then give him nothing! You are worst than some whores that we stop.” Pulling his shirt over his head he mentally flipped Rook off.
“Why don’t you trust me? I’m not going to hurt you, but every fucking time we get close to anothing more than a quick release you freak on me. You change your mind like a woman.Gah!” Zarek began to pace around his lab trying with al his might not to strike out at his lover.
After all the trust he was placing I the wolverine not to hurt him the damn mutt was getting everything and not giving anything to Zarek. That is how he saw it at least. Of course the man couldn’t have known about what happened to him when he was younger. Hell, he had made sure that no one knew anything.
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Post by Rook on Nov 28, 2008 15:06:14 GMT -5
"I don't change my mind" he growled, his ears flattening and his eyes dropping suppressing the urge to throw one of the beaker's at Zarek's head.
He was so angry and frusterated, but probably wasn't going to hit anything, or even raise his voice.
Rook had learned long ago to seperate his Work from his Home, at Work he wasn't allowed to feel anger, at Home he was allowed to feel it as long as he separated Work from Home, which was a complex system of checks and balances.
Usually it ended up like this: Rook Work got whatever he wanted because he was confident in himself and only wanted one thing....
.....and Rook Home was a pansy who backed out of everything and never got what he wanted, motivated only by the delusion that someday if he kept trying he would get it.
His teeth were clenched
"I want to! Just as much as you.... I want to get you off".
Sometimes he wished a little bit of Work would leak into Home, just enough...just enough so he could do this simple embarrassing task!
Zarek seemed to think that everytime Rook gently pushed him away or fidgeted that he was doing it because he thought it made for a fucking good time.
NO! he hated doing it, it had to have been the worst part of their relationship, and the guilt afterwords made him want to tear out his hair and ran him ragged with worrying about it.
There was no use trying to explain it, he couldn't himself. Maybe it was because he was 'switching over' maybe it was because of his dead wife, or maybe it was because something wasn't ringing his bell, he diddn't know.
Everytime he thought he was going to get close, get what he wanted, get what Zarek wanted some other kind of instinct, a stronger instinct took over and he ended up pulling himself away.
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Post by texas on Nov 30, 2008 23:42:04 GMT -5
“Then why don’t you? We are moving no where Rook. We have come to the point in our relationship where one of us has to make a choice and until that happens nothing else will! Why don’t you trust me enough to do this with me?”
Zarek was at his wits end. To him this was a whole trust issue and Rook pushing him away anytime they tried to get intimate was like the mutt didn’t trust him. Together the two Angels made a very odd couple. Both somewhat assuming and neither one being very close to the real point.
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Post by Rook on Nov 30, 2008 23:55:42 GMT -5
"I.... don't know" said Rook, sounding stricken, he could see Zarek's exasperated face through the mirror, and the expression on it probably cut deeper than anything he could have said.
Fuck, this was what it came down to right? He had to try to do this, or he would lose. No, Zarek would not stop loving him, and he did not believe the tiger would go out and fuck just anybody, no matter what he said.
But Zarek would lose faith in him, faith in his strength and faith in Rook's devotion. Then, how much of a chance did their relationship have?
Rook hated being shown to be weak, weak as he really was.
He looked down at his hands, he was not suprised to find he had moved his tail to rest in them, and was clenching it rather hard, only with the muscles in his hands, not his arms.
"I do trust you...and" he paused, his teeth clenching, he was glad he had his back to the tiger so he couldn't see his expression.
"I will try, I promise, I'll try my best. Please give me another chance sometime".
Hell, that was hard to say.
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Post by texas on Dec 1, 2008 0:12:13 GMT -5
Zarek took a deep breath and stepped towards Rook. “I’m sorry Rook, I shouldn’t have gone on off on you. It’s just that, it is hard to stop when someone says stop and your mind is says go. You know how that can be.”
Resting his forehead on Rook’s chest he realized that even though Rook may be bigger than him Zarek, but the tiger had more experience in this area. Rook had been out of the game for ten years and before that he had only liked women. It had to be hard for the wolverine.
“Next time we’ll take this slower. I’m sorry I asked so much of you so soon. Let’s just go with the flow for now and see where it leads us. Not right now though, right now we should just cool it for a little while. That way I don’t do anything dumb.”
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Post by Rook on Dec 1, 2008 0:21:10 GMT -5
Rook looked down at the tiger for a moment, intently.
"Your right, it's gone. I chased it off. But....don't go any slower Zarek. The next time, I mean"
he shook his head, he could feel the purple below his eyes dragging his face down. It was times like this he wanted to drink and sleep long and dreamlessly, but he'd been trying to lay off, even on the job since he'd been with Zarek.
His long, clawed hand reached out and stroked the soft fur on the tiger's cheek.
He was beautiful.
"I've been pathetic".
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Post by texas on Dec 1, 2008 0:28:44 GMT -5
"At least you admitted it. That is the first step into solving a problem." Zarek said with a laugh. "Now all we have to get you to do is go see someone that will help you. I'm sure the Seraphim would love that. Their top Archangel going to counseling. Imagine what people would say when they found out. You’d never be able to arrest someone without them laughing at you.”
Chuckling Zarek looked up at Rook. “Are you sure you want me to go at the same speed I would other people? Because that is quite fast when they know what I want.”
It was true. Zarek wasn’t known for being a man-whore because he didn’t do anything. Hell sometimes he would invite people to his rooms for dinner and not cook it because he knew that they would be in the bedroom before they could start eating. The tiger wasn’t sure his mutt could stand that.
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Post by Rook on Dec 1, 2008 0:48:29 GMT -5
Rook's teeth bared as he laughed, it came in a short barking burst.
"Are you kidding me? I'm already screwed, Once the Guild finds out their pet scratch is a fruit I won't be able to shake off the hilarity even if I decapitate some newborn politicians and drop the bodies off the Gates...You might as well stick a wig and a red nose on my face".
His words were jesting, he only used that word when he was in a bad way with himself, but his hold on Zarek didn't falter. He felt like... cuddling to tell the truth, he wanted to be held, but he'd never admit it.
he observed the tiger for a moment, he wondered if it bothered Zarek that he was older than him, and worse for wear.
At work he felt confident and handsome, but at home he saw clearly, all his flaws.
Too much fur, missing patches of hair and scars from fighting, ears were too long, too bulky and awkward, thin and ragged...dark circles under his eyes and paws that could just as well be garbage can lids....a Mutt with all the charm of an old disease ridden alley cat.
"Hey, I know I'm no...catch..." he paused running his long clawed fingers down the tiger's chest
"especially for you, but believe me, once I get used to it it'll be a" he grinned toothily "Pleasant surprise".
Okay, I'd better stop egging him on or he'll jump me again. Where did I get this new cock-tease streak?
Hmm...Five letter words starts with a 'Z'
He smiled to himself, but suppressed more laughter. Sure if Zarek already knew him he knew he was crazy but he diddn't need to build up the reputation.
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