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Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Faolan felt himself shudder slightly as Lucien laid a hand on his chest, and he could not wish away the smile that had permanently plastered itself on his lips. He felt himself growing more and more excited by the moment as their contact continued. His grip inadvertently tightened on Lucien, knowing what he wanted but not sure how to ask for it.

At the Frenchman's next comment, Faolan opened his eyes and pulled Lucien in even tighter, so their chests were nearly flush together. "I'd like to see you try..." he said, half joking, half serious. The last thing he wanted to do was to let Lucien go...surely he didn't plan on going into work today? Faolan did not consider himself...needy or high maintenance, but he truly did not want Lucien to leave. The thought of being alone again after last night...it was unpleasant. It was so unlike him, but if Faolan had his way, the two would stay in bed together all day.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Geralt nodded at Ivory's response. "Agreed, I'll wait here." he said, then watched her as she walked past him and out of the tent.

The Magician knew she wouldn't be long, but the moment she was gone he felt himself becoming bored. Her music was still playing on the gramophone, over and over, and it was beginning to become incessantly annoying. He waved a hand through the air to stop it and return to silence.

He had never been much of a fan of waiting on other people, and in fact, reveled in the opposite. It didn't take long before his foot and thus his knee began to bounce. After only a few seconds of this, he stood and began walking around the tent, taking stock of the place. Though he had measured it and the stage with his eyes when he had entered, he though it best to do a once-about, to make sure that it was indeed as large as he had guessed. He was not disappointed with his calculations.

We should be doing...something more productive. The voice in his brain commented snidely.

Geralt snorted in annoyance and shook his head, responding aloud with, "And what do you suggest? She will be gone for mere moments." He spoke quietly, although he knew no one was around to hear him.

Others are...alone...unsuspecting.

Geralt hopped onto the stage and approached the silks, looking up to see where they were attached and running his hand down one of the long blue strands. "Don't be a fool. I won't be there for long enough to see anything even remotely interesting." He gripped one of the silks and gave it a tug as he walked around them, testing the strength.

You are doing nothing to advance our will. This is a waste of time. The voice answered a little more forcefully this time. It did not like being insulted.

But Geralt did not care. He shook his head, letting a sarcastic smile spread across his lips as he stared up into the beams of the tent. "Patience, my friend, is a virtue. I've only been here one night, give me time. 'Our will' will be realized." The Magician said as he stepped between the silks, gripped both of them and began wrapping them around his wrists and forearms.

You mock me, this will not go unnoticed.

Geralt openly laughed this time as he hoisted himself up on the silks as a gymnast would, letting his feet hover a few inches from the ground. "Do your worst, I'm all you've got."

There was silence for a moment as Geralt hovered there, then let himself drop as he sensed movement outside. Ivory was returning.

Saved by the belle... The voice answered quietly, chuckling, as she entered the tent.

Geralt began untwisting his forearms from the silks as Ivory walked into the tent. He raised his eyebrows when he saw her and let his smile widen, remaining on the stage as she strode toward him. "Oh, miss Ivory...I daresay you look positively envious in emerald."

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

The Irishman chuckled lightly at Lucien's comment. It was true that both of them had given their all last night, Faolan could tell that Lucien had been just as concerned about his pleasure as he had been about the Frenchman's. It was...nice, to say the least, to feel that his feelings were reciprocated fully. Although, only the Nephilim could match Faolan's energy level as well. The two had stayed up for a long while, in fact, he wasn't sure when they both collapsed and fell into unconsciousness.

Still with one eye open, Faolan looked up into Lucien's bright eyes and said, "I dunno, look pretty awake to me."

At the Frenchman's next comment, Faolan shook his head and closed his eyes, pretending that he was going back to sleep. Despite this attempt, he could still feel how red his cheeks were at the mention of his thoughts. He had Lucien here, so close to him, but he did not want to ruin the purity of this moment with any lustful action. Besides, he wasn't sure it was what Lucien wanted.

"I don't know what you're talking about...m'just hot." He squeezed Lucien a little tighter, pressing their bodies together again, and raised his chin so that it rested on top of the Nephilim's head. "See?" he asked playfully, the smile on his face transferring to his words.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Faolan wanted to fall asleep again with Lucien wrapped in his arms, but knew that it would be impossible now that he was awake. His brain was alive with thoughts of the previous night's activities, and his face and chest grew flush with thinking about it. The sounds that Lucien had made, the way he made the Irishman feel, so confident and in control...it had been everything he never knew he needed. These thoughts were stirring a new desire in him, even though it had only been last night, he knew that his body would soon follow his mind in waking.

He let Lucien run his hand through his hair and moaned quietly in pleasure, nuzzling his face against Lucien's cool skin. He smelled like he always did...pure, fresh air...but no, now there was something different...an unfamiliar but familiar scent wafting from his skin and hair. He smelled sweet, like something from Faolan's childhood. Like sugar...with a bit of tartness underneath. Blackcurrant...that's what it was. Lucien smelled like sugared blackcurrent on a warm summer day in the field.

"Mmm..." he hummed at Lucien's next comment, eyes still closed. After a moment, he opened one to peer up at the Nephilim who smiled down on him. "Better'n I have in years...you really banjaxed me last night."

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Geralt watched Ivory's choreography with even more intensity this time around, his eyes following her every movement. The girl certainly had talent, no one could fault her that. To be able to come up with an entire segment of her routine from scratch, on the spot, it was more than any performer he had met on his travels was willing to do. In a strange way, it reminded him of his own dedication to his craft. Long ago...he had the same passion for it that she was showing now. Though traces of it remained, it was not an easy thing to muster. The past...decade or so had been especially difficult for him. His presence here at Cirque D'étoiles was beginning to reignite that fire in him, in just a few short hours he could feel the passion returning to him. It had long lain dormant, and this was a welcome feeling.

Though her heart was certainly in the right place, Ivory's first pass was less than perfect. Although he movements were precise, she was not as successful at hiding herself within the silks as she needed to be. Geralt was disappointed by this, but reminded himself that he had high standards, and that this was only Ivory's first try.

Sloppy... The other voice said, clearly mirroring his misgivings.

At least she had known that it wasn't perfect, however, he could give her points for that. "Left elbow, right foot, and part of your thigh. Also some of your hair, near the end," was all he said in response. His tone was flat, and he had his arms crossed over his chest again as he watched, no smile this time.

After a slight pause, his expression softened a bit as he noted the red streaks on the skin of Ivory's ankle. "Although...that is starting to look uncomfortable. Do you want to take a break, or change and come back to it? We can't have you all marked up in your costume, after all." Although he was not necessarily concerned for Ivory's safety, he did want to make sure that she was able to continue. There was no use in having her practice the routine if she was going to be sore and red on the night of the performance. It would certainly take the audience's attention from the choreography itself, and that would do her no justice. Although, he did wonder why the burns were having a visible effect on her. Though, he did not know everything about vampires. Maybe she was a little less hardy than the ones he had encountered in the past.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Lucien's "yes" and the soft kiss that preceded it were all the Irishman needed. This catapulted the two men into a night filled with passion, love, and their eventual release. Faolan had exhausted nearly all of his usually bottomless energy that night, wanting to be sure that Lucien received all of the pleasure that he could give him. Rapture was the closest word the Irishman could think of to describe the feeling of being able to be with Lucien in this way. The Frenchman had given himself fully to Faolan, and he had done the same in return. That night, they became fully each other's, and Faolan had never been happier.

He had been so drained, that he hadn't awoken once in the night. He slept deeply and fully, and didn't even awake with the sunrise as he usually did. He didn't feel Lucien move, or notice that he was being watched...he was so peacefully asleep that he barely realized when the Frenchman kissed him. He only noticed it because he had been craving it so badly, subconsciously, that the kiss broke the surface just enough to rouse him.

"Mmmm..." he moaned, another unbidden smile appearing on his lips. Slowly, his long eyelashes fluttered open and his eyes fell upon the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Good mornin'," he said, his voice raspy and quiet, before he closed his eyes once more and tightened his grip around Lucien's waist. He knew that he should be waking now, getting ready for the day, but the last thing he wanted to do was let the Nephilim go. He wanted to stay like this forever, in perfect warmth and happiness, surrounded by love and light.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

He knew the Vampire was smart, so he wasn't surprised when she deduced two of his many skills from his explanation. These were mere parlour tricks in comparison to what he was truly capable of. If she was lucky, maybe Ivory would be able to witness some of them.

He waited while she contemplated their situation and watched the wheels turn in her head. She approached the silks, touched them, thought some more, appeared to be measuring with her eyes...and then something clarified. He could see it in her expression, she had found the pitch. He only hoped it would be worthy.

He placed a finger against his lips as she explained, imagining it unfolding in his mind's eye. While it was certainly not as thrilling as his idea, it did have a certain...spark to it. He knew that the audience would be completely entranced by Ivory's routine, as he had been when he watched her. The movements of her body were so precise, the rubes would be following every little twitch of her muscles, waiting for her to slip up. If they had their eyes on her, then suddenly lost her to find Geralt standing in her place, that would certainly bring an air of awe and majesty to the routine. He could easily accomplish what she was requesting, with some flourishes of his own for a little extra pizzazz...yes, it could work.

One flaw was that her disappearance could easily be attributed to either of their skill sets. He would have to make sure to incorporate some disappearing/reappearing into his act to allow him the credit for it...but this would be easily done.

He pretended to think for a moment longer, looking around the stage, then up at the silks and out into the audience.

Finally, he dropped his hand and nodded, "It can work." He said this straight-faced, wanting to make sure Ivory sensed his displeasure so she wouldn't think he gave in too easily. He turned and hopped lightly from the stage to the ground and approached the chair once more. As he took a seat, he said, "Show me." This was not only for theatrics, of course, all of his demands served a purpose. He needed to make sure that Ivory could be completely concealed from the audience before he agreed to support her suggestion. If even one toe, one sliver of her thigh was out of place, the gag could be ruined. The reasoning for this would become clear to her once the test run of their idea was complete, but for now it was best to test her when she had no context.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Faolan was becoming increasingly frustrated and distracted by the buttons on Lucien's shirt, and was almost relieved when the Frenchman broke the kiss to assist him. He chuckled back, feeling himself unable to keep the smile on his face at bay, and looked down at Lucien's nude upper-half as the man shrugged his shirt off and tossed it aside.

He looked down for a moment longer, savoring the sight of him as his pants became more and more uncomfortable with each passing second. Lucien was beautiful and so pure. For the first time in his life, he felt his touch not soiling the body of another. He felt as though Lucien were purifying him, and he felt so sure of himself, confident even though he was now in uncharted territory. Faolan had been intimate before, with women, only three times, but this was so much different than it had been back then. In the past he had felt awkward, unsure, and was definitely not as aroused as he was now. To him, although the world looked at this as wrong, he saw it as so truly right. How could something so pure and beautiful as love be looked at with such disgust? Faolan had been mired in a mountain of self-doubt for so long, that finally seeing the truth of what he was for the first time...it was so freeing. He knew of no other way to express this than to touch and be touched by Lucien.

He let the Frenchman pull him down into a kiss and collapsed on top of him, crushing Lucien's body to him with ferocity. His whole body was vibrating with desire; he could feel his fingers digging into the skin of Lucien's back as he thrust his tongue back into the Frenchman's mouth. Lucien yielded to his every whim and did not resist even when Faolan became a little rougher in his desire. This made Faolan feel powerful, in control, and only drove his desire further.

His free hand slid down Lucien's body toward his hip and his groin and the Irishman's fingers brushed against the zipper of Lucien's pants. The firmness he felt there started his body burning from the inside out. He wanted--no needed--to get out of his pants soon, it was beginning to be painful. He hooked a finger inside of Lucien's waistband and started working at the button of his pants.

And then stopped, suddenly, and pulled away from the kiss. He looked down at Lucien's face, into his golden eyes, and realized that he was still smiling, though not by choice. He searched Lucien's eyes for any hint of doubt, and though he saw his own desire mirrored there, he had to ask...

He cleared his throat, hovering over Lucien with one finger lingering behind the button on his waist band. "Is this...okay?" he asked, not sure how to actually say what he wanted to, but hoping that Lucien would understand.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Geralt almost sighed again at Ivory's response, but held back so as not to antagonize her further. The second the first sentence had left her mouth, Geralt knew what she was aiming for. Although he was aware that, again, her request was a sound one, he knew this was a tactic she was using to get more information from him. This was a difficult situation, because Geralt had worked hard for years to build and maintain and air of mystery and aw around his abilities. Although he had been asked many times to "reveal his secrets" he had always found a way around the question.

However, he had not ever worked on a team of performers before, and was well aware that Ivory had to have some knowledge of his capabilities if she was to formulate an even semi-passable plan. He could give her a little, what she would see, without telling her how it was done. That, or risk a scolding from Lucien, which did not sound all that horrible...

But, the Ringleader had asked something of him, and Geralt was determined to deliver. "Honestly, the question should be 'what can't I do'," he began, shrugging but keeping his arms crossed, "I can be wherever and whenever you need me to be, and be unseen. I can move you with the audience none-the-wiser, also, but I have to touch you to do that." He tiled his head slightly, his smirk returning but for a moment. "Tell me what you need, and I can humbly oblige, trust me." Or don't, I don't care either way. He said this last bit to himself, and the low growling laugh of the other radiated through his brain.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

At Ivory's response, the smile immediately fell from Geralt's face and was replaced by a look of annoyance. Of course she would take umbridge with his first, and best idea. He had respected the woman as an artist, couldn't she see that this was the most daring plan with the most payoff? Although, he could believe that her personal grudge against him would cause her to shoot the idea down, part of him had expected her to accept it just to prove a point.

He would have retorted more nastily, if her explanation of her reasoning didn't make sense. Although he was still unhappy with this decision, he could see that Ivory cared for her act in a deeply personal way. It was meaningful to her, this performance and the audience's perception of it. He remembered a time when he felt that way about his act...now it was just like tracing over the same line a hundred times.

He pushed these thoughts from his head and sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Alright...I can't argue with that. It is your act, and I wouldn't want to...soil it's presentation of you." He let this hang in the air for a moment, then added, "Let's hear your counter-offer." He had a feeling that all of his ideas, and especially the ones that involved physical contact between the two of them, would be unsavory to the disgruntled vampiress, so it was probably best if she pitched to him instead.