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[Shiro doesn't remember falling, but it feels a little like he's been dropped off a high building and frankly, given the likelihood that he was teleported here, for whatever reason... he doubts, with his luck, that it was a gentle landing. He deeply considers lying prone for a few more minutes, but the sound of excited voices filter through to his awareness past the pain, talking about a 'beam of light'. Before he can think about how much he hurts, he's rolling into a tense, ready crouch, just in time for several large shapes to break through the foliage. Shiro can only gape at the variety of the figures that fan out to surround him, scales and vines and wings. He hasn't seen such a menagerie gathered in one place since, well... the coliseum.

It's not a comforting comparison.

Weary dread sluices through Shiro's body as they circle him, jeering. He seems weak! and King Darc will know just what to do with this one. and He'll be quite a prize, with this last line, an echo from the past again, ratcheting his pulse up until it feels like his chest will break. Though Shiro knows from their tone it won't do any good, he warns them to back off just once before lunging at the nearest one, hoping surprise will give him enough edge to run.]

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[Shiro bites the inside of his lip so he's not grinning ridiculously.]

I guess I am.

[that FACE...]

--And I will give you work. I can think of twenty things I could do with you.

When you're sober.

[This is an opportunity. There are a ton of suggestive comebacks he could use here. Maybe he shouldn't? Maybe he shouldn't flirt with the first alien he ends up alone with. Maybe there should be a one-week rule. Maybe Darc didn't actually flirt with him in the first place and that was just Shiro's drugged, human imaginatiin. He's also on drugs, which lower inhibitions, but it's not Like Shiro's inhibitions were ever high enough that he needed encouragement to flirt with someone who showed an interest.

Result being he goes for it but also psyches himself out. ]

I could do a few things not-sober, too.

[Darc flushes, eyes widening a bit. His heartbeat bump-bumps.

Damn it, and he's been encouraging this. The second human he's ever found. But he doesn't get into every fucking human he sees! Lilia was different, and Shiro, Shiro is different, he doesn't need more time to know that. Shiro isn't like Lilia. Shiro isn't like anyone he's ever met.

He hasn't thrown away the chance that Shiro is faking all of this, lying. But even if that's the case, isn't a liar that good something, too?

His lip twitches to a smile despite himself, cracking straight through his bluster. His tension dissolves and he grumbles, his eyes glinting a bit, tilting his jaw up as he fires right back. I can hit on anyone I fucking want, I'm the king]

In that case, I could think of twenty more things.

[His subdued, gentle smile breaks into a grin.]

Twenty's a lot. Are you sure?

[it is amazing how immediately that grin cements how sure Darc is that he wants to fuck Shiro.

And also spirals him directly into the wall of He's a human, shit, why can't I just pretend to be a normal Deimos for two seconds??

He actually laughs, though it's still short and sharp. A weird, giddy panic kicks up in his brain. But the Divine Ruler is dead, his laws that made Darc's life hell are dead. Can't he do what he wants without hating himself?]

You're the human that fell out of the sky. And you claim you've never seen a Deimos before.

I haven't. But I've met a lot of people who aren't human, if that's what you mean.

[ah.

That's the other thing that has Darc's pulse racing. It's what has Darc believing Shiro, despite how impossible that ought to be. Because someone-- human, Deimos, anyone-- would have to be from a completely different planet to not think Darc looked like a freak. Shiro's staring just hasn't been the same as everyone else's.

He goes a bit more flush, and smiles much more genuinely. Flattered, to a point where his chest feels like something's wrong with it, fluttering in excitement.]

Do you defeat your enemy and find yourself in royalty's care very often? Or are you being reckless, Shiro?

Edited 2017-01-26 00:24 (UTC)

[Shiro laughs, full and genuine. He's glad Darc seems to get the joke, how absurd this all is. Crash-land on an alien planet, become the consort of some alien Emperor... That was the story everyone back at the academy wanted. Nothing about arenas and alien arms and vague nightmares in purple and red. Shiro's chest feels tight and full, delight tumbled with a dull, distant sadness. Mostly delight. ]

I'm usually the responsible one—So this is a first.

[Darc's WHOLE FACE sure changes when he smiles for real, warm and sweet. He ducks his head, feeling more spurred and mischievous by the second.]

It was forbidden for Deimos and Humans to consort with each other for eons. Absolute blasphemy.

[Wow it does. Hastag that feel when the person you fell into flirting with accidentally is even cuter than you thought.]

Good thing you decided it was time for a change.

[Good thing.

Darc looks up at him, wide-eyed, heart in his throat. Shiro is so easily offering to savor a piece of what the whole world has been devouring in front of Darc for his entire life. He has no idea, and having no idea is what makes it work so completely.]

... Hah.

We should... how do you feel?

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Still good. Camillia said I'd probably be like this for a few more hours.

[geez

Darc wonders if he can count on Camillia to gossip about this so loudly that Delma hears about it in Orcon.

He shakes his head, grinning, and walks up into Shiro's space. He reaches up to press his hand on Shiro's shoulder, a practiced reflex for pulling someone taller to his level, but more gently. He tilts his mouth to rumble in Shiro's ear.]

Come with me. It's not far.

[Darc's hand feels so hot. Just shy enough of burning to pour right through him. His skin's thrumming. This was bound to be intense no matter what, but with the drugs and the victory high, this might kill him.]

I remember walking here, [He says, wry, voice just a low murmur.]

[Darc laughs, a little giddy]

I'm taking you someplace else! That's where Camillia's staying, and I don't want to share, she's dangerous.

Oh, the King's bedroom?

That's right, my place.

[He points up the "cliff," at a walled-off lived-in building at the end of the mall's hallway, just a coil of fat stairs away. It's isolated, with pretty much the same good view that Camillia has, just caddycorner, higher, and a bit further away from the noise on the ground.

He starts to lead there, ducking his head. Trying to collect himself a bit.]

[Shiro needs to use this moment to focus on doing stairs while high. He doesn't want Darc to worry.]

[IF YOU CAN CLIMB THESE STAIRS YOU'RE SOBER ENOUGH TO FUCK

Darc takes a deep breath at the top, pulling aside the door and looking down at Shiro. Waiting for any sort of panic to catch up with him. But he just feels eager. Even more eager than moments ago????]

[He can climb the stairs. He smiles up at Darc when he looks back, ears flushed.]

[What!! the fuck!! Darc swallows. He CAN'T BELIEVE THIS]

Hurry, go on.

[past the door is another awesome plush pile of furs and skins and blankets. The room isn't actually bigger than Camillia's, and apparently Darc only keeps a single large trunk of belongings locked and shoved in the back corner. But it's cozy, warm, decorated with little shining tokens of faraway continents, and the roof is completely open to the sky - a rolled thatch roof is propped away to let the warm air and summer breeze carry through. It also features A HUGE bath basin, it's basically as big as the bedroom

That's it, that's all he's got, a rad bed, a trunk, open sky and giant bath. He's intensely focused on Shiro, feeling like he has no idea how to seduce a human but it seems to be working out ok so far]

[Shiro lost to marveling at it all. It's so... idyllic. He finds himself staring at the sky, looking the silhouette of an enemy ship... for a long moment.

A bird chirps. Everything is so quiet, he can hear the breeze. He rubs at the join of his shoulder, the snag of his callousing rousing him enough to turn and look at Darc.

He is seduced. His voice is quiet, only audible due to the utter calmness of the air.]

This is amazing.

[Darc's whole chest swells with pride, startled. Weirdly happy.]

Yeah?

Yeah. Thank you for bringing me here, Darc.