[M] Party party yeah [FOP]

Unlike most of his newfound tribe, he hadn't participated in the praying ritual. Instead he had hid himself away in his inn for the upcoming days, making sure to leave Yahya well cared for before disappearing into his room until sunrise, when the preparations for the festival had started. It had been much easier to navigate himself through the busy streets then, going unnoticed as he blended into the bustling crowd, most part of his face hidden behind a veil. Ever since abandoning duty and leaving Al-Qahil, he hadn't been able to return without risk. Well, if that hadn't been the consequences of his own actions..

As night fell upon the city and Xeion's natural rays of light made place for a city illuminated by torchlight, the sorcerer truly seemed to be able to let his guard down. The drinking and feasting started, and the people surrounding him changed from the hardworking citizens of Al-Qahil, to people who didn't look like they had a single care in the world as they toasted, drank, feasted and danced throughout the whole city. The sight couldn't help but to put a smile on his veiled face. This was exactly where he came for. Zahriya was a fine village, but no other city knew how to party like Al-Qahil, especially during the start of sunpeak.

The sorcerer had downed a few drinks already when he caught himself dancing on a tiny square within the city, tempting man and woman to join him as he swayed across the crowd gathered around them. As the sound of hands rythmically clapping along the music surrounded him, almost tempted to rid himself of his disguise now that the faint light of torches wouldn't be enough for the people to distinguish his features, his gaze fell upon a famiiar face somewhat further into the crowd, one he hadn't expect to come across this festival.

And so he quietly exited the dance circle, making his way through the crowd where the back of the familiar person greeted him. Quietly approaching the silver haired man, he didn't let his prescence be known up until the very last second, where he surprised him by throwing his arms around his waist, lifting him up in the air, laughing at his own silly little sneak attack. "By Xeion," he chuckled as he put his old friend down, allowing the man's feet steady on the ground again, letting go of him as he did. "If it isn't my favorite Vylasar. I didn't expect to find you here." The necromancer rid himself of his veil, just in case the man didn't recognize him from his voice alone. Caught up in the reunion, he hadn't even noticed the lady standing beside his old friend. How rude.

 

Ah, mission accomplished. The sorcerer couldn't help but grin at the shorter man's response as his feet dangled above the ground. Judging from his fiery attitude, he hadn't been recognized yet or had simply been erased from the young man's mind. Though, after their brief but passionate moments spent together in the past, he wouldn't have guessed the latter. After all, he'd hoped to leave those who he had spent the night with some sort of decent impression. It was the least he could do before he'd find himself lusting for yet another, searching for a way to quench his ever lingering thirst for more.

His heated words went right past him as he rose his hand to get rid of his makeshift disguise. Unveiling his face, it soon became clear that the man in front of him did indeed recognize him, widening the cheeky grin on face as he took in the sight of visible surprise of the other. Chuckling at his words, the man was quick to reciprocrate the brotherly embrace, though his touches remained to be on the more delicate side of the spectrum, compared to the way Ezekiel's hand roughly patted his back.

"Does that surprise you?" the man answered as he freed himself of his embrace, his hand still resting upon his shoulder with his usual smirk smeared on his face. "Actually--" interrupting his own sentence, he swiftly brought the finger from his free to his friend's lips, halting but a hair away from them. "Don't even bother answering that." Most of his acquaintances were surprised at how he managed to stay alive after leaving his bride -- the princess, nonetheless, at the altar and taking off into the wilds by himself. He didn't need some old flame to rub his incompetent life choices in his face. Especially not on a festive night like this.

It was then when his eye finally fell upon the lady beside him, shooting both of them a rather confused look. Though his eyes were quick to glance upon the pearls around her neck, the true meaning behind that trinket hadn't seemed to cross his mind yet. Judging from her reaction, however, it was clear that she accompanied his old friend. "Where are my manners," he began, letting go of the sorcerer as he focused his attention on the lady with the strangely colored hair. He had lowered his voice, however, not meaning to spark the interest of anyone wishing to sent him straight back to the Sun Ring. "Rhysand Zinyra, pleased to make your acquaintance, my lady." Sealing the introduction, he gently took her hand in his as he placed his lips briefly upon the surface before giving her the chance to introduce herself as well. Another Vylasar, huh? Must be one of his cousins then. Or so he though, until she actually introduced herself as his wife.

Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he needed a good second to process the information. Perhaps those drinks from before didn't work in his favor. "Ah, I see," he then replied, stepping away from her as he wrapped one of his arms around the sorcerer's neck. "Do you mind if I borrow your pretty husband for a while, then? I believe the two of us have some catching up to do." Playfully tightening his grip on Ezekiel's neck, he truly made it seem as if they were nothing but a pair of old friends reuniting at a time of celebration. She seemed to believe so, at least, giving him permission as the slightly confused look on her face remained. "I promise to return him to you before dusk," he continued with a smile on his face, resting his free hand upon his heart as to swear on that promise before turning around, dragging the silver haired sorcerer with him as he stepped away from the busy crowd. They couldn't have a proper conversation when their voices would be drowned within the sound of music and laughter.

"By the gods," he continued the conversation as they passed a corner, now finding themselves in a slighty less busy street, the sound of the bustling square still present within the distance. He hadn't lifted his arm from around the man's neck just yet. "I never assumed you to be cut out for marriage." While he was just teasing him, those words were true. Back then, he had seemed like just the type of free spirit he'd recognized himself in. Perhaps one of the reasons why their friendship had.. escalated into something else, that one night.
 

Out of all people he could've ran into at the festival, he hadn't quite expect the silver haired summoner to be one of them. It wasn't often that the Lemurian sorcerers travelled overseas to meet their allies from beyond the Wilds. And the gods made sure he'd know by sending the one he'd grown fond of his way during this time of celebration, accompanied by his wife even. If it hadn't been for the drinks he'd poured down before, it would've been quite something to process.  

Still, he'd managed to separate him from the woman, even when the summoner seemed to have his doubts about leaving his wife behind to catch up with his old friend. He had to refrain from telling him to loosen up, having just enough brain capacity left not to make himself suspicious in front of the man's wife. Unfortunately, the people from Lemuria weren't as likely to share. Unlike the northern diviners, his family had managed to maintain a strong alliance with the sorcerers of the seaside kingdom, and partly for the sake of this short, fiery man he was dragging along with him, he'd like to keep it that way.

So when he finally turned the corner of that bustling square, he was able to wave that charming, well-mannered sorcerer persona goodbye. Apparantly he even shared those thoughts with his friend, as the man spoke words which sounded much more like the Ezekiel he'd gotten to know back in the day. "So what's stopping you?" he replied in a teasing manner, though his words held some genuine curiosity. His following words however, made him raise a brow in a response, possibly revealing the answer as of why he hadn't chose to run away. "Ah, so you must truly fancy her." His teasing tone remained as the summoner freed himself from the arm around him, still paranoid about his wife keeping her eye on him or something.

The usual smirk reappeared on his face at the touch of his friend's hand against his chest. "Likewise, Ez," he simply replied, his gaze fixed on the sand colored path beneath them. Shrugging at his question, he kicked one of the stray, sand colored rocks aside. "Not too bad, actually," he admitted. "You wouldn't believe me when I'd tell you I've settled within a village ruled by a tribe of beautiful women." The last sentence left his lips with a chuckle. "Though I'm related to half of them, apperantly." Which, in this case, seemingly worked in his favor. Being the son of an Elaris woman, they had to give him the benefit of the doubt.

He could barely finish his talk about his newfound heaven on earth, when the veil hanging around his neck was being shoved against his face. "Easy there, darling," he protested, snatching the veil from his hand as he proceeded to cover his face like before. The summoner did have point. "Is that how you speak to your wife as well?" The wide grin on his face would be covered by the veil, but his eyes were sure to betray the enjoyment in teasing the young man. "If so, I surely am flattered to receive the same treatment."

The sorcerer couldn't help but to roll his eyes at his words. The man beside him almost started to sound like his parents, always speaking as if duty was the only purpose of a noble. Perhaps he lacked the responsibility and discipline, but he simply couldn't imagine his life spent at the side of a Princess, adhering to royal duties and simply existing as an asset to strengthening the relationship between his family and the one ruling over the the desert kingdom. Nah, he was fine with his current life, serving the sisters while, in return, they'd sometimes grant him a certain something in return.

"Perhaps, or I simply cannot bring myself to care about such matters." he simply replied as he continued to listen as his friend was quick to reply to his previous question. A little too fast of an answer for someone claiming their wife not to be 'as bad'. If you'd ask him, the silver haired sorcerer was trying his best to convince him of his oh so mature choice in adhering to his family duties. Chuckling at his next, witty remark, the dark haired sorcerer answered his friend with a push against his shoulder. "Very funny," he answered, acting as if he weren't impressed by the way the young man bit back. "Could've been worse, or could've been better," the man continued, testing the waters, estimating how far he could go before his friend would hide behind the concept of loyalty towards his marriage.

He couldn't help but smirk at his response. Being accepted into a tribe of beautiful, strong women sounded like some sort of Xailan dream almost. And yet he'd found himself in that situation. While his duty was merely to serve the sisters, not allowed to practice his magic, he couldn't quite say he minded. For someone escaping his fate of marrying a Princess, he'd done pretty well for himself securing a new home rather than a dungeon cell of some sort. "Immensely," the man answered, his voice laced with drama as he spoke.

With his usual smirk now hidden behind the veil once more, he stared down upon his friend as they continued their way through the torchlit street. Ezekiel, seemingly having enough of speaking about his marriage, had been awfully straightforward with his words. Maybe he hadn't changed as much after all, and traveled all the way to Xaila to escape his so called 'duty', even if just during the celebration. Well, if he truly seeked such distraction, he wouldn't shy away from that chance. Just for old times' sake, perhaps.

"Fine, fine," the sorcerer replied, defeatedly raising his hands for a brief second as he spoke. "I'll pretend I didn't hear a thing, if that's what it takes to ease that tensed little mind of yours." By the gods, for a kingdom neighboring his, those Lemurians sure were something else. Always so fractious and tense. Averting his gaze from the hand which was now being held out to him back to the summoner's gaze, the sorcerer sighed as shook his head, as if slightly disappointed in his typical, foreign behaviour. "Sure, let this poor, godforsaken traveller spend his well earned coin on a rich man's drink."  By the gods, he should've pursued a career in theatre. Wasted, talent, honestly. Instead of handing him his coin pouch -- which was obviously filled with the 'borrowed' riches of his family, he simply took hold of his outstretched hand, dragging him towards the nearest stand to order them two glasses of the finest Xailan wine as he firmly held on to the man's hand. If he had to pretend not to know of his martial status, he certainly wouldn't have to pretend to simply be a friend of his.
 

The dark haired sorcerer chuckled at his response, flicking a strand of his long, wavy hair out of his face as he shrugged. For someone who had settled for a married life, the young man beside him surely sounded interested in what he'd missed out on. His next remark, however, didn't fail to turning his chuckle into laughter. "Oh, my dear Ezekiel," he spoke, voicing his disbelief in the young man's thought as he wrapped his arm around his neck once more and pulling him in a little closer. "That special someone waiting for me in the Wilds  was more of a something. That something being the sweet taste of freedom." No other man or woman could've convinced him to bind himself to them. "But you're right, we're a lot less selfish in these parts of the continent." he continued. The people in Xaila weren't as fond of monogamy as the rest of the kingdoms. As if it was possible to have your every need fulfilled by only one person for the rest of your life. The princess' husband taking a second wife, however.. He was quite certain the royal family wouldn't accept such matters. If anything, he'd have to be lucky to get along with her second husband.

Still he couldn't quite settle for the thought of his friend truly being satisfied with his choice. The way he spoke about his wife made it certain that he didn't marry her out of love, but the way he kept defending her in a strange, cold way, almost implicated that the man didn't quite know how to feel about the situation. Poor, unfortunate Ezekiel. If anything, it was a fair reminder of what he himself could've ended up like. Stuck in a palace with a demanding wife by his side, not able to enjoy that freedom to go wheverer he wanted, with whoever he wanted. Instead of having to attend boring meetings and claim his place at court, he could play his part as a tribe member and continue to feast upon wine, women and similiar pleasures.

Maybe, just maybe, he could still be of help to his friend. The culture and customs of Lemuria had no place here in the southern lands of Xaila. So perhaps he could simply show him the possibilites, show him what life could've been like if he'd simply followed his gut feeling and chased after that freedom. So he'd taken his friend by the hand and ordered them a glass of the typical, fruity, Xailan wine. One of the few pleasures the poor man was allowed to enjoy still.

A smirk played around his lips as he noticed his friend tense up, closing the little distance between them in an attempt not to look suspicious holding another man's hand. Only one of them was wearing a ring, after all. "Why?" he simply asked, lowering his voice to match that of the man beside him. "Just relax, this isn't your little seaside kingdom." Just as he was about to raise a toast, taking hold of the glass with his free hand, the silver haired sorcerer was eagerly chugging his glass. "Is this another strange, Lemurian custom I'm not aware of?" he asked him with raised eyebrow before raising his own glass to his lips, only finishing about half of it.

A tug on his arm almost caused him to spill the remains of his wine. Before he could even warn the man, however, he was surprised to find himself accused of certain matters. Emptying his glass before putting it away, he closed that little distance left between them, trapping the silver haired man between his body and the counter as he placed his free hand atop. "Then please explain to me, Ezekiel" the necromancer spoke slyly, leaning in forward just a little. "What exactly am I doing, other than showing my dear friend around?"
 

It was almost like that time back then, where they'd chatted away and found common ground in their sarcastic and eccentric personalities. This time, however, they couldn't seem to escape from a certain tension surrounding them, and while the dark haired sorcerer seemed eager to give into that temptation, his friend seemed a little more hesitant. Well, giving the circumstances, he couldn't quite blame him. This wasn't Lemuria, however, and a day of celebration nonetheless.

Once more, the sorcerer laughed at his remark. He did have a point. He shouldn't be simply giving his identity to people on a golden plate, granting himself a one way ticket to the Daetrys dungeons. "Oh, that's alright," he stated, feeling how the man created distance between them once more. "I'm sure your wife wouldn't dare to rat me out. You would never let that happen, right?" His words came paired with a dramatic, little pout. "Who else would be able to show you how the festival is celebrated the true Xailan way when I am rotting away in that dungeon." To be fair, he didn't really worry about the consequences of coming here to celebrate. By now, he was sure everyone had long forgotten about him. And even when they hadn't, they'd be too drunk and busy celebrating to be paying attention anyway. Nah, there certainly wasn't anything to worry about, but it was kind of endearing that his friend seemed to care enough to bring it up.

He hadn't even put the glass to his lips yet when the summoner eagerly finished his, claiming he was simply doing what he was told. The sorcerer couldn't help but laugh at his remark before downing his own drink. He simply couldn't seem to get a read on the man, no matter how hard he tried to see through the facade he tried to keep up, acting like he even cared about that marriage.

His conflicted words and attitude granted the sorcerer yet another opening to test the waters. Trapping the young man between his body and the counter, he eagerly awaited his answer, leaning in as he kept his gaze strictly on the odd colored eyes which had managed to intrigue him all those years ago. He found himself quite surprised at his answer, seemingly not the only one enjoying their little game of pushing and pulling. His friend could've pushed him away, proving his so called loyalty to the woman with the strange hair, or he could've eagerly given into his advances. Instead, he'd freed himself from his grip and turned himself around, leaving the dark haired sorcerer with familiar, nostalgic thoughts he definitely shouldn't act upon in public setting like this. Still, if that was the kind of dance he wanted to trap himself in tonight, the necromancer would've been the last one to stop him.

"You're certainly eager to drown your thoughts, whatever those may be," the sorcerer chuckled, following his example by shifting his weight towards his arms, both of his hands resting atop the counter and his body now gently pressing against his. "You weren't planning on making me pay for those as well, right?" he continued, thrusting his hips forward at his words in the most subtle of ways as he eyed their second round of drinks being poured. "Unless-" pressing himself against his body a little more firmly as he lowered his voice, he was interrupted by the vendor, briefly meeting his eyes as their drinks were being served in front of them. Talk about timing. Leaning in forward for a last attempt at teasing him, he stretched out his arm to take hold of his glass before taking a step back, removing himself from the crime scene alltogether. Getting rid the veil from his face, the man innocently sipped his newly poured wine, keeping his narrowed gaze on his convienently positioned friend.
 

He wasn't quite sure why he had his sight set on the silver haired man, especially after finding out his newfound marital status. Perhaps the dark haired sorcerer always have had a thing for the unachievable. He was used to making sure he'd get whatever he desired, whether it was a person, opportunity or a lifestyle. Maybe it had simply been their history, though. Even when it had been nothing but their brief, passionate moments spent together, he had never truly forgotten about him.

And those memories managed to flood his mind once more at the summoner's conflicting behaviour. At first he'd tried his best to avoid much of his usual physical contact, but seemingly changed his mind when he had turned his back to him, their bodies but an inch away from touching. The necromancer had bit the inside of his cheek, unable to contain himself as he had bridged that little distance between them and subtly pressed his body against his. It had been a bold move, even for him, but he couldn't keep the satisfied grin off his lips when the silver haired man didn't move, trading his silver toungue for a short, almost obedient answer. As soon as he was about to tell him how to pay him back for his financial generosity, however, the vendor had been quick to throw a spanner in the works, forcing him to take a step back once he'd taken hold of his newly poured drink.

Of course, his friend was eager to drown whichever worries didn't serve him, chugging the wine like water just like before. The dark haired sorcerer couldn't help but to follow his example, not wanting to stray too much on why exactly he felt that need to take back what was once his for the night. Swiftly downing his drink, he moved past the summoner, leaving the empty glass on the counter as he grinned at what was supposed to be an insult. "You can't fool me," he simply answered, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the counter. He definitely hadn't been the only one getting a little too excited back there. But alas, his stuck up attitude only managed to make the chase more rewarding than ever.

With an invitation disguised as a mere announcement, his friend returned his empty glass as he confidently stepped away into the direction they had just came from. To dance, on that particular square? Couldn't he have chosen a place with less prying eyes? A place where, perhaps, there wouldn't be a fair chance of his wife's eyes burning into his back as he'd join her husband on the dance floor. With those thoughts in mind, the sorcerer was quick to take hold of his friend's wrist, keeping him from moving any further. "Not so fast, darling," he began, strengthening his grip on his wirst before pulling him back. "If you truly want to dance, I'll show you a better place. The music back there couldn't quite grasp the beauty of the festival anyway. Amateurs." Keeping his grip on the summoners wrist, he used his free hand to snatch a few coins out of his pocket, tossing them towards the counter before heading the opposite direction, keeping his steps fast paced. "There's a tavern not too far from here. I'm sure you'll fancy the place," he continued as he dragged his friend along. The tavern for which he was headed was a little more secluded, not too much of a hotspot for tourists but quite popular among the natives of the city. Those with a lifestyle similar to his, at least. The fact that it resided almost right across the inn where he was staying was just a small convenience.
 

He knew exactly why he'd wanted to take the silver haired sorcerer to that particular tavern, away from the prying eyes of the many visiting foreigners which were likely to recognize him, or worse, were married to him. This tavern wasn't quite known to those not familiar with the capital, hidden away in somewhat of a shady looking back alley, many Xailan outcasts often gathered to drink, dance, sing and to indulge in other wordly pleasures. He wouldn't have to hide himself behind a veil in there. If those peole weren't too busy intoxicating themselves with alcohol or other stimulants, they simply couldn't bring themselves to care, even if someone were to recognize him. Or so he liked to believe, at least. Maybe the drinks were simply taking their toll on his usually already gullible mindset.

With his mind set on his goal to take his friend there, the dark haired sorcerer swiftly maneuvered his way through the crowd, dragging the silver haired man with him as the crowd slowly began to thin out. "Even if you had, the answer would be clear," he replied after a chuckle escaped his lips. It didn't take long to become obvious. No matter the amount of loyalty he'd sworn to his wife, it wouldn't keep him from ending up in between his brightly colored sheets tonight, his quiet inn room filled with the sound of their ragged breaths and pleads, both dreading dusk and the thought of having to part ways once more. In this brief amount of time spent together, both of their actions had proven how eager they were to relive that one night once more.

The grin on his face grew wider as they neared the place, the colorful curtains serving as the entrance in sight as soon as they'd turned the corner. He was ready to barge right in, order the two of them another round of drinks before they'd give in to the rythm of the music. Ezekiel, however, seemed a little more hesitant. "It is," he tried reassuring him, eager to enter the place.

With the man pulling back against his grip, the two of them soon came to a halt as the dark haired sorcerer turned his face back to his friend, a little taken aback by the sudden hesitation. His next comments, however, didn't fail to smear that familiar grin on his face once more. "Why is that?" he asked curiously, raising a brow he loosened the grip on his wrist. Instead, he now wrapped the arm around his waist, nudging him forward towards the entrance as his fingers fiddled the fabric of his clothing in between his fingers. "I'm sure they'll envy me regardless," the sorcerer continued, briefly trailing across the rows of silver chains using his free hand. "Dancing with a charming, delicate Lemurian man like yourself isn't an opportunity granted to everyone." Making his way towards the entrance, he slightly tightened the grip on his waist as he pushed the brightly colored curtain to the side, revealing a glimpse of what would await them inside. "But don't you worry," the man continued, pulling him closer and briefly brushing his lower lip against his ear, his silver hairs tickling the tip of his nose as he did. "I won't let them lay a hand on you."
 

The dark haired sorcerer couldn't quite quite put his finger on the intentions behind his friends conflicting behaviour. In one moment, he'd sworn to have him wrapped around his finger once more, only to have his doubts about his sudden shift in behaviour the next. If anything, however, it only made their little game more intriguing, forcing him to push the boundaries of his so called temptations even further.

Yet he didn't know what he'd expected when he'd whispered those words, aside from the man freezing under his touch once more. This time, however, he wasn't met with the obedient behaviour he wished for, with his friend turning his face daringly towards him as he spoke words the dark haired sorcerer couldn't grasp right away. The necromancer raised his brow, waiting for the man to finish as his signature smirk slowly faded from his lips with each word spoken. Even the summoner's hands tugging at the strap of fabric keeping his linen shawl from exposing his chest didn't succeed in curling his lips back into a grin. Holding his gaze with piercing eyes as the distance between their bodies was bridged once more, he felt the man's breath against his lips, refraining himself from showing him who he'd belong to tonight there and then.

But no, this was as much a game to the silver haired man as it was to him, and he certainly didn't plan on giving into his bratty attitude so soon. He hadn't decided just yet if this made their little game more interesting, or if his sudden big talk crushed his ego a little too much to his liking. "Is that so?" the man spoke, moving his free hand towards the man's waist, sliding his fingers underneath the light fabric of his shirt as his friend proceeded his way into the tavern. Pulling him in closer, the man made sure to halt him before stepping any further, letting go of the curtain now falling back into place behind them as that same hand made its way to the summoner's face - of which he definitely needed to wipe that cheeky expression, and resting at the back of his head, digging through his foreign silver locks.

"Bold words coming from a married man," he whispered as he pushed him up against the wall of the small hallway following the entrance, his breathy words spoken against the summoner's neck as he lowered his head, his toungue now trailing its way upwards before his lips were against his skin, gently sucking on the spot as he pressed his body against his. Strategically placing his thigh in between the mans legs, he moved his head back, releasing the tender skin of his neck from in between his teeth to look him in the eye once more. He couldn't let him roam free without a mark of his own. "Alright, then," he simply spoke, creating distance between them, his lower arm supporting his weight as he leaned in against the wall and his other arm falling back across his body, giving the man a chance to free himself from his earlier grasp. "Go ahead, throw yourself to the wolves and find out how fast the word travels." His hand gestured further into the building, where loud music was playing and people were enjoying themselves like there was no tomorrow. "I'm sure they'll be kind enough to deliver you back to my father's estate, perhaps they'll even give their kind regards to your wife." The usual smirk reappeared on his face as the tilted his head slightly. "Shall I take my leave, then? I wouldn't want to be in the way of your.. endeavors tonight." 

He wasn't sure whether his actions would serve them in their little game of who'd fold first, or if he was the one getting riled up from the the senstion of their bodies pressing against each other and his tender skin between his teeth. Perhaps the wine was to blame, blurring the line between his ego and his needs. As of now, he didn't care if he'd give into the chase, wishing he could simply drag the man outside again and into his inn room, having his way with him until his patron would awake from his slumber and reappear in the sky. But alas, his usual repertoire wouldn't work in his favor while trying yo win over his dense, little Lemurian mind. For once, he had to be patient, which only caused their little game of chase to be more addictive.

He couldn't help but smirk against his neck as he managed to make him swallow those big words. He may have been one of the few men he'd ever touched and still managed to falter under his touch. A feeling unmatched by any kind of stimulant. The fingers hidden beneath the fabric of his shirt trailed small circles around his muscles, while the hand tangled within his silver hair didn't hold back while tugging his head backwards for a better access, refraining from paying attention to the heat surging between his own thighs. By the gods, he couldn't wait to devour this man whole.

The hunger hadn't left his eyes as he pulled back, holding the mans gaze and speaking his petty words. He knew he wouldn't be leaving him behind, not before he'd gotten what he desired and gave him a tour of his luxurious inn room. Only then would he keep to his promise and return him safely to his poor, deceived wife, swallowing the fact that he had to revisit that damned estate to do so. The thought alone made him want to pour another glass of burning liquor down his throat.

He could barely focus on the mans reply, his eyes trailing back to his lips as he painted some unholy scenario's inside his head. "Can you blame me?" he simply answered in reply after a chuckle left his throat. "You might've buried the memory of our little rendezvous in the back of your mind," he started, licking his lips at the thought as he proudly gazed upon the mark he left. "But I certainly have not." It was the first time one of them had voiced their history out loud, but at this point, his mind had been too intoxicated to care.

Lauging at his following words, the sorcerer straightened his back, removing his hand from the wall as he visibly meant to follow the summoner inside. "I don't know whether I should be bothered or flattered by the way you're seeing right through my facade," the replied, his lips curled into a grin as he shamelessly slid his hand across the small of his back as he walked by before bridging the distance between them once more and following him inside, ordering the figure behind the bar to give them the commonly ordered, strongest liquor available by just a nod of his head and the gesture of holding up his two fingers. "This round is on you, darling," he spoke as he shifted his weight to his elbows, back turned towards the barman as he gazed upon the people celebrating in the dim lit, crowded building. Some dancing, some drowning in the taste of eachother, others disappearing to the attic for Xeion knew what reason, all while the loud music drummed within their ears. As soon as their drinks were being served the sorcerer had taken hold of his glass, chugging the liquor to silence his last ounce of consciousness.  "Welcome to the part of Al-Qahil they won't tell you about," he stated, the music unable to drown his voice as he raised his volume. 

Raising his brow at his answer, he was surprised to find the man willing to acknowledge the things happened between them all those years ago. He could've simply avoided the answer alltogether, but it only showed that somewhere within the back of his mind, the memories about his touch and taste still lingered. "Are they, though?" the man replied, his grin widening. "I bet you still taste the same." With the wine now finding its way into his system, his replies became more shameless with each minute passing. "You're welcome," he simply replied, his gaze following the hand of his friend reaching out for the mark he'd left him with.

Making its way into the tavern, he'd make sure to hold the gazes of those laying eye upon him or his friend, staring them down as he trailed his hand down the summoner's back. These people were unpredictable, some closer to manic, even. He couldn't blame them, though, knowing what the wrong amount of anything they'd intoxicate themselved with over here could do to an otherwise sane mind. Nonetheless, he needed to warn them about the consequences of even trying to lay a hand on his prey for the night. The man might've not be his to claim, nor would he ever be, but until their patron would claim its place in the sky once more he certainly was.

Both of them were quick to finish their drinks as they gazed upon the scene in front of them, his friend eager to pick up the pace by ordering them another glass. The necromancer couldn't help but laugh at both the action and his remark. "Then don't," he simply answered, looking back over his shoulder at how their glasses were being refilled, taking hold of his glass as soon as the man behind the war was finished. "Wait for me at the city gates on the last day of the festival, and I'll take you to meet the Sun Sisters." An empty promise, truly, mostly because he knew the man wouldn't even consider the offer regardless. The sorcerer eyed the silver ring on his friends finger, a smile lacing his lips at the sight of how he'd turned the gemstone downward, hidden for everyone to see. He almost started to feel sorry for his wife.

Bringing the liquor to his lips once more, his gaze fell upon his friend doing the same, just a lot clumsier, a fair amount of his drink running down his chin. Quick to put is own glass back on the table, the necromancer took his opportunity to grab his friend by the collar of his shirt and back towards him, his toungue grazing acoss the mans chin and back to lips, eager to make sure none of the liquor was being wasted. He could've kept it at that, but noticing a few stares from behind them he couldn't help but deepen their kiss, his hand finding his way through his silver hair once more while the other made sure to hold onto his collar, keeping him close while he drowned in the taste of him.

Breaking the kiss, the sorcerer took a brief moment to catch his breath, not letting go of the man just yet. "I was afraid you'd never ask," he replied, his smirk more satisfied than ever as he pulled his friend further into the crowd, merging themselves within the sea of people dancing within the crowded space. At least nobody would recognize him here, most of the people being too far gone to even distinguish anyone's features at all. Now with the excuse of dancing, however, there was nothing holding him back from letting his hands wander as he swayed his body to the rythm, hoping his friend would soon lose his last ounce of conscience and give into his temptations.

Maybe part of the fun of taking him here was to witness the many glares being shot their way. Hungry gazes were drawn to the silver haired summoner like a moth to a flame, all while he'd grant them a teeth bearing smile in return, his hand resting against the man's back as they made their way towards the bar. Those same people would watch them leave soon enough, drunk on both the liquor and the other's touch while they'd stumble out of the tavern and into the inn not too far from here.

His generous offer didn't seem to impress him, watching his friend rolling his eyes in response. The dark haired sorcerer shrugged, that familiar grin residing on his face, watching the man's every move. "Ouch," the man replied sarcastically, resting his hand atop his heart for a brief moment as he pretended to be hurt by his comment. "Don't get me wrong, she's alright," he started, taking hold of the new glass of liquor being served and eagerly bringing it towards his lips. "Though we wouldn't last a week with nothing but each other's company. I'd go insane within mere days, truly." He couldn't suppress a laugh as he spoke his truth, which he was quick to drown with another sip of his drink. The Princess was a beautiful woman. A bit too fierce to his liking, however. She would probably expect to be pulling his strings eventually. "You, however," the necromancer continued, tiling his head to the side as he sought out the man's odd colored gaze once more. "I could get used to having you by my side."

As the liquor made its way to their minds and words like that were being said out loud instead of remaining safely within their thoughts, the result of teeth clashing and tongues intertwining was almost inevitable. Nobody would bat an eye at them in a place like this, meaning that the necromancer wouldn't have to hold back. Tugging onto his collar and digging his hands within the silky, silver locks knowing that this could be one of the last nights he'd be able to do so. He necromancer grinned against the man's teeth as the was being pushed against the bar, briefly grinding his hips against his in response to his sudden shift in dominance. He would've loved to let his hands wander, to rid him of the fabric being in the way of their bodies melting into one another, but the night was still young. Ending it within his inn room so swiftly would've been a waste of the little time they'd have with one another.

With that same smirk smeared across his face, the necromancer caught his breath before his next temptation presented itself in the form dragging him into the crowd, where they would be able to drown themselves in the rythm of the music with nobody paying attention to them. It didn't took his friend long to bridge that distance between them. A gesture he was more than happy to reciprocate by placing his hands upon the man's waist, one of them quick to slide downwards across his lower back, perhaps a little further down than considered appropriate, firmly gripping onto what would be considered his for the night as he smiled at his words. "Perhaps that's for the best," he responded before pressing his lips parted against his for a brief moment. "It would be a shame to get these ruined by a chunk of metal." With that boundary crossed, there was nothing left to stop him from feasting upon his long lost friend, so he continued to press his lips against his jaw, trailing a path all the way up towards his ear. "One other than mine, that is," the necromancer finished his sentence, gently nibbling on the man's earlobe, trying his best not to bite down on the glistering silver earring while hungrily pulling him in even closer, a faint growl leaving his throat at the sensation. "By the gods, you're making it impossible for me to remain patient."

The necromancer couldn’t help but bear his teeth in a grin at his reply, shaking his head before pouring the remaining amount of liquor down his throat. Perhaps this is where the two of them found common ground, other than their rebellious nature. The only difference being that the summoner actually adhered to his duties, now having to face the consequences. At least they would be able to put their marriage related troubles to the side, even if just for one evening.

That smile on his face didn’t fade as his friend moved over, speaking words that would probably make his wife despise him if she ever were to hear about them. He himself, on the other hand, couldn’t help but widen his grin at the response. ”For you, darling, I just might,” he replied, moving his face just a little closer to his, knowing his words to be as empty as the glass he’d slammed back on the counter. No matter his complicated history with the ruling family, he would hate to leave Xaila behind, only keeping the option in mind as a last resort if he truly weren’t able to safely reside here anymore. Not even the prettiest of sorcerers would be able to tempt him to move out of the place he’d always refer to as home.

Though the offer was quite tempting now that his lips crashed into his as he was pushed up against the bar, eagerly responding by thrusting his hips against his, his friend gladly reciprocating the movement. The little noises escaping from his mouth as they were swallowed by his didn’t fail to make his heart race, his mind straying towards all the things he’d be doing to him once he’d gotten them out of this godforsaken tavern.

The necromancer didn’t know why they’d assumed the dance floor to have been a better destination than his inn room, seeing how the two of them eagerly continued their acts within the dense crowd of people moving their bodies to the Xailan melodies. Feeling his hand slide across the fabric of his clothing, trailing down across his chest, he decided to help his friend out by ridding himself of the strap of fabric binding his sand colored robes together. With his bare chest now exposed as the loosen fabric ticked the sides of his waist and his necklaces of gold shimmering against his chest in the faint torchlight, he made sure to give the man a little more access to his body. He couldn’t contain the grin against the summoners lips in between the few words shared between them, wanting nothing more than to just shut him up by pushing that pretty little face of his face first into his mattress to see how much more of those endearing noises he could force through his lips.

Over the years, the necromancer has had many lovers, most of them only for a night or two, forgotten and indistinguishable like a single drop into the ocean. Yet, the memory of his night with this man lingered. Maybe the reason behind it simply being his first experience with a partner of the same sex, or maybe because those of Lemurian or another kingdom’s descend were uncommon to him. Or maybe, just maybe, he was simply intoxicated by his elegant and uncommon features. His dashing silver hair and those odd colored eyes which he’d never stumbled upon before. As if the deities has joined forces once more and forged this annoyingly, delicate and astounding looking face. He couldn’t quite grasp te reason as of why, but once he’d laid eyes upon him in that crowd this night, he knew he needed to relive those past memories before losing sight of him once and for all.

Lost in the ecstasy of his taste, he was surprised to find him taking control of the situation, a faint whimper escaping his throat as head was yanked back, only for his friend to grant himself access to the tender skin of his neck. It wasn’t unlike him to be annoyed by partners claiming to be able to dominate him, but the sudden shift in his words and tone didn’t fail to send a shiver down his spine. ”Fuck, Ez,” he breathed at the sensation of his skin in between his teeth, excited to see his friend finding that fiery spark once more, straightening his back and pushing back against his grip to be able to look down upon him like usual. As it should be. ”I was afraid for that fire inside of you to have been extinguished in the name of ‘duty’,” the necromancer continued, bearing his teeth in a wide grin once more and catching his breath before stealing yet another kiss from his lips.

Even with the heat surging through his body and the excitement of the sudden and newfound passion of the summoner, he couldn’t help but show him to pick his battles wisely. He had a reputation to uphold after all. While his hands had started to wander underneath the fabric his clothing, he now raised his arms to take hold of the man’s wrists, lifting his arms from behind his neck above his head only to push him against the nearest wall behind them, stumbling and clumsily shoving into the people they passed as he did. When he did manage to make it to the wall, however, the necromancer didn’t hesitate keep his wrists pinned above his head, using his body to keep him in place as his free hand started to wander once more, this time moving towards yet unexplored territory and boldly grazed across the area below the belt, the fabric of his trousers keeping him from fully enjoying what he had stumbled upon down there all while happily trailing another path of kisses down his neck, painfully unaware of the figure standing close by and possibly keeping his watchful eye on them.